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She was like a maiden in one of those old films from the thirties, the sacrifice who would've been made to King Kong in order to placate the wild beast's feral soul.\n\nThe other figure was a man who wore a long black robe and this mask upon his face which screamed that it held some sort of mystical origin. In his hand was an obsidian dagger, honed to such a sharpness that the brackish black reflected light, glinting in the middle of the room. This was very much not a prop, being deadly and real, having weight and lethal substance.\n\nHe looked anxious, glancing towards Lilith. Though she had a feeling that his gaze went to the armed guard who lingered right behind her. She could hear the gentleman's gun jostle, ever so slightly. A show of force to help... entice the labour into acting properly.\n\nLilith started recording and then lifted her hand, snapping her fingers together. The note very well could've been a gunshot for how much it made the actor flinch. ``And action!''\n\nThe actor looked down at the dagger and then at the maiden, appraising her purposefully. He started to move around the table, standing behind it and placing it between himself and the camera, giving the prospective audience an excellent opportunity to see what was about to unfold.\n\nIt was a beautiful sight, making Lilith shift in her seat. She felt as a certain something started to harden below the waist. That could wait until she got around to editing. It was only a distraction at this moment.\n\nShe needed her complete and undivided attention when rolling.\n\n``I make this sacrifice to you, Cthulhu!'' the man shouted, looking up towards the ceiling of the set and spreading his arms in some sort of sadistic reverence. ``Please accept this and return to our mortal world to help cleanse it of its many imperfections.''\n\nLovecraft himself would love this performance.\n\nHe grabbed the blade in both hands and lifted it high above the actress' chest. She looked up and smiled at him, giggling.\n\nNot ideal but perhaps I can work in a story explanation.\n\nThe man snarled and plunged the blade down, stabbing it right into the actress' chest. It punched into the centre of it, piercing thin fabric, flesh, muscles, arteries, lungs, and finally her heart. The actress let out this deathly gasp with red snapping free from her parted lips. A few violent spurts of her life started to rupture forth from the wound, coating the blade and staining the actor's hands and sleeves.\n\nPerfect, perfect, all you need to do is nail the landing...\n\n``Oh my god!'' the man shouted, his character breaking in an instance. ``I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm so so sorry.''\n\nBut the actress was too dead to hear it.\n\nLilith felt her expression slip and her hardon fade in an instant. She growled and turned off the camera, staring at the black preview screen. The woman who looked back at her was tired with hollow eyes and a tensed jaw.\n\nShe was the very textbook example of a passoid with hollow cheeks, clear skin properly manicured with make-up, shoulder length blonde hair that didn't have so much as a single split end, and a lithe frame that bordered on anorexic. This was as close to a cis woman as her inheritance would allow her to achieve.\n\nHer green eyes darted away from the little screen as she instead looked right at the actor. He seemed to have realized his mistake, stepping back and lifting his hands defensively.\n\n``I'm sorry!'' he yelped. ``I just...'' He looked at his palms, seeing the way that the woman's blood still coated them. ``I... I can't do this, ma'am. Please don't make me do this.''\n\nLilith carefully got out of her director's chair, smoothing out her pricy white blouse before slipping her hands into the pockets of her designer pants. She moved towards the stage, like a big cat who wanted nothing more than to devour the scared deer who had offered up a morsel of its flesh for a meal.\n\nShe reached the girl's corpse and looked down at it, seeing her grey lifeless eyes and the smile she had offered upon her death. Her thin white dress was stained with so much of that pretty red, pooling out across her torso and draining down her belly, soaking into the material.\n\nIt was a gorgeous sight, perfectly artistic. Black, red, and white, the perfect combination of colours, her favourite to use in productions of this calibre. These were the very same colours which had won Spielberg a whole collection of Oscars.\n\nIf only this absolute idiot could've nailed the landing!\n\nShe drew a hand out of her pocket and wrapped her fingers around the handle of the blade. ``The scene was nearly perfect, Julian.''\n\n``My name isn't...'' the man tried.\n\nLilith grunted and ripped the blade right out of her girl's chest. Hot viscera and blood sprouted forth, belching from the fresh wound. It hadn't been long enough for it to start to clot. This crimson dripped from the blade, leaving a small trail of droplets as she held it against her side. ``You get me kicked me out of film school, Julian, and then you fuck with my movies.'' She looked up at the ceiling, at where heaven supposedly was. ``Fuck you.''\n\nShe snapped her gaze towards the actor and snarled. ``You had two more lines to deliver!'' She used her other hand to show off those two fingers. A small number when it was life or death on the line. ``Two little lines, twenty words. Was it really so hard to keep your composure to deliver them?''\n\n``I'm sorry!'' the man yelped. ``I... I saw her die and I just...'' He held up his hands to shield himself. ``I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm...''\n\nLilith hated this snivelling, despised his begging and pleading. \n\nThis was supposed to be the ward of Cthulhu, the man destined to rule as the yellow king over humanity? Don't make me laugh!\n\nShe lunged towards him and knocked him to the ground. There was surprising strength in a girl like her, this desperate power that really shined in moments like these.\n\nYet, the man didn't even have the strength to push her back. All he could do was shield himself from her fury, still whimpering like a fucking child. It was all so pathetic. \n\nShe snarled and decided to show the actor what he was supposed to do with a very firm example. The blade came crashing down and pierced right into his chest, not blunted in the slightest as she punched through flesh and cracked bones, forcing her way into the soft organs below. The actor made a gurgling noise as his lungs had obviously taken the brunt of the blow, filling with his blood as it sputtered forth from between his lips.\n\nYet, he lived, feebly trying to stop her. So, Lilith continued to stab him again and again, hammering the blade into his chest over and over.\n\nIt wasn't long before the actor went completely limp. But that didn't stop Lilith as she just kept hammering the blade into him, yelling in this feral way. She felt red gush out, splattering up in geysers. It sprayed against her blouse, coated her sleeves, bathed her hands, and even splattered against her face in bloody strands. It was hard to believe that a human possessed so much of this stuff but it seemed that there was no end to the gore in sight.\n\nHonestly, the bath of viscera was kind of cathartic, tapering Lilith's aggravation. The hot blood had a way of soothing her senses it would seem.\n\nOnce more, there was life below her belt, a certain something tugging against the front of her pants. She reached down and groped it, shivering as she stroked it through the tight material.\n\nShe dropped the blade and looked down at her other hand and then at the body she was straddling. There went weeks of work, gone down the drain in less than five minutes. Now she'd need to buy two more actors, take time to train them, and then get them conditioned to repeat this pesky scene.\n\nAt least Kubrick had the luxury of not having to replace his actors when there was a mistake like this in one of his scenes.\n\n``Fuck me,'' Lilith whispered. \n\nShe reached into her breast pocket and plucked out a green pack of cigarettes. Her hand was shaking as she grabbed one, popping it between her lips. Though it seemed that she had covered the filter in blood as she tasted the rich copper of the man's life. \n\nWhat did she care? It wasn't like she hadn't tasted it before.\n\nShe looked to the side and saw the guard, his dark complexion steeled into a serious scowl. He was trying to play tough but Lilith knew that she had gotten to him with his little display. It was evident in the way that he failed to look at her.\n\n``Do you happen to have a lighter, dear?'' Lilith asked, flashing a smile. She wondered if there was blood upon her teeth.\n\nThe guard nodded. ``Y-yes, ma'am.''\n\nHe came over and reached into his pocket, grabbing a small blue lighter. As he drew near, Lilith could see that his hands were shaking.\n\nWas he worried that she'd pick him next?\n\n``Don't worry,'' Lilith teased. ``You don't seem like you'd make a very good actor.'' She scoffed and looked at his chocolate hands. ``And I think Lovecraft would roll in his grave if I thought about casting you for the part.''\n\nThis seemed to steady his hand as he snapped a flame to life. Lilith leaned in and lit the tip of her cigarette with it, inhaling and drawing in that soothing burn of menthol. It helped, a little, settling those frayed nerves of hers.\n\n``Thank you,'' Lilith said.\n\nAs her composure started to mend, she looked down at the mess all around her, groaning. It hurt to see nearly a million dollars wasted like this.\n\n``Carlos is going to have a fucking field day,'' Lilith muttered. She realized that she was still straddling that corpse. So, she stood up, getting off of it. ``That prick is already charging me through the nose for fucking labour.''\n\nShe scoffed.\n\nWhatever, she was good for the money.\n\n[hr] \n\n``Carlos, sweetie!'' Lilith called, glancing down at the phone on her bathroom counter.\n\nA pause.\n\n``Lilith, for what do I owe the displeasure?'' A gruff voice grumbled, sighing. ``Oh... and this early in the morning too. Yippie.''\n\nLilith glanced at the time on her phone, seeing that she could perhaps have saved this call for a couple hours when the mere mortals would normally be awake.\n\nYet, he didn't seem tired. A fact which was only reinforced as she heard a feminine voice in his background scream: `help me!' at the top of their lungs. It would appear that he wasn't idle during the twilight hours either.\n\n``She seems feisty,'' Lilith teased.\n\nCarlos scoffed. ``It's a work in progress.''\n\n``How is Kimmy doing?'' Lilith asked.\n\nShe looked down at her hands, seeing the way that the warm water was starting to wash away the blood. It got rid of so much of it, staining the water pink before it went swirling down the drain. But she knew that it wasn't going to be an easy feat to get rid of it all.\n\nAs she looked in the bathroom mirror, she could tell that her blouse was a lost cause and she very much doubted that even her black pants could survive a blood stain that pronounced. A shame, she really liked this outfit. Maybe they still sold it at that boutique in Milan.\n\n``It's fine,'' Carlos said, sighing. ``I take it that your latest movie shoot didn't go well?''\n\nLilith smirked. ``What gives you that impression?''\n\n``Because you're calling me,'' Carlos replied, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth. ``How many `actors' do you need this time?''\n\n``Two,'' Lilith replied, rubbing the blood out from between her knuckles. ``If you could find me another surrogate for Cthulhu and another sacrificial virgins, that would be golden. Do you still have the character sheets that I sent you?''\n\nCarlos paused, calling off into the distance. ``I might've just found you a new home.''\n\n``Oh god,'' the new acquisition whimpered. A perfectly pathetic creature. Just what Lilith was looking for with this character.\n\n``I should be able to help you out,'' Carlos said, chuckling. ``Honestly, you'd be doing me a favour.''\n\n``Are you willing to take half a million a head?'' Lilith asked, winking at herself in the mirror. ``Considering that I'm doing you a favour.''\n\n``Always willing to cut a deal with a repeat customer,'' Carlos grumbled. ``You might need to dye the girl's hair though.''\n\n``Bleach is pennies on the dollar in the grand scheme of things,'' Lilith said.\n\nCarlos scoffed. ``Fair enough. I'll try and bring them around in the next week or so. I was planning a little trip out there anyways.''\n\n``Send me your details and I'll have Anthony make something special for you and Kimmy,'' Lilith said, blowing him a kiss. ``And please send your pet my regards. It's been far too long since I got to say hello to it.''\n\n``Will do,'' Carlos said.\n\nA pause and then the line clicked, going dead.\n\n``Would it kill him to say bye?'' Lilith grumbled.\n\nMaybe it would. Carlos seemed like the type who would break if forced to offer up even the slightest common courtesy.\n\nLilith shook her head and instead focused on her work. She broke out the good stuff, this harsh orange exfoliant scrub which was apparently used in metal shops to work away the grease left on people's hands. It helped get those pesky splotches of red off of her skin though ached something fierce as she just kept scrubbing away. She would endure; used to aching for beauty.\n\nHer bathroom door opened and a figure stepped inside, thudding towards her.\n\n``Hello Elliot,'' Lilith greeted. She looked in the mirror and saw the total beast of a woman right behind her. \n\nElliot was easily six feet tall and made of solid granite with a strong full-bodied build. There was a seemingly permanent scowl affixed to her weathered face and short salt and pepper hair clung to her scalp. She was perhaps fifty, maybe a little older than that, looking the part with numerous little scars and wrinkles blemishing her complexion. Each felt like they held a story worth telling.\n\nHer attire was authoritarian, professional, looking much like a soldier for hire tamed by the reality of this fucked up little world. She was certainly dressed for the part with heavy combat boots, well-tailored dress pants, and a crisp suit jacket which had been left open to expose her bullet proof vest.\n\n``I have another guard threatening to resign,'' Elliot said. ``Something about watching you kill someone in cold blood.''\n\n``Most of my kills are done in cold blood,'' Lilith teased, looking back at herself in the mirror.\n\nElliot scoffed. ``As I understand it, you had the situation perfectly under control and could've easily sent him into a neighbouring room before pouncing.''\n\n``I was spurred on by my muse,'' Lilith replied, happy that the red was finally scrubbed from her flesh as she looked at her now spotless hands. ``You know how I get whenever it comes to my muse.''\n\n``And I've told you before that my guards can only handle so much of `your muse' before they start to break under the pressure,'' Elliot said, shaking her head. She diverted course and instead leaned against one of the bathroom walls, folding her meaty arms in front of her chest. ``They need a layer of disconnection from your fucked up little game, Lily.''\n\nLilith grunted. ``It's Lilith, Elliot. I'm not a teenager anymore. And they're movies... not games.''\n\nElliot responded by scoffing. It would seem that she didn't care about these little truths. ``You could've fooled me.''\n\nLilith reached for her blouse, starting to snap open the buttons on it, one after another. ``Just offer the man a bonus and I'll do better to avoid having him around for my next film.'' She shook her head, muttering under her breath. ``Probably just trying to extort me if anything.''\n\n``Money can only do so much,'' Elliot said. ``I don't mean to nag the point but your hobby is kind of extremely fucked up, dear.''\n\nLilith snorted. ``Yes, mother.''\n\n``Look, I tolerate it,'' Elliot said. ``Because I like your money and I liked your father. But trust me, these guards will break eventually and when they do, we'll be between a rock and a hard place where they want to run to the authorities instead of taking a payout from you.''\n\n``Everyone has a price.'' Lilith finally shed her blouse. As she held it, she could see just how soaked it was with blood. So, she tossed it into the blue bio bag that was next to her hamper. ``Going to the authorities won't pay them a Christmas bonus. And what else am I going to do with Daddy's money.''\n\n``Speaking of which...'' Elliot went on.\n\nLilith groaned. ``Oh boy.''\n\n``People are starting to ask if you ever actually intend to do something with your father's assets,'' Elliot commented, coming over and standing beside her. She was looking at herself in the mirror, rubbing at her wrinkles. ``Your father was a philanthropist who put a small, yet adequate, portion of his money to good use.''\n\nLilith shed her pants and tossed them into the bio bag as well. At least her bra and panties had been saved from the bloodshed. ``I'm aware.''\n\n``And people are starting to ask if you intend to follow suit or stay reclusive for the rest of your life,'' Elliot needled.\n\n``Nothing wrong with being reclusive,'' Lilith chided. ``There's a reason why people talk about Bezos and Musk and not Buffet. Do you know why?''\n\n``Why?'' Elliot grumbled.\n\n``Because Buffet knows how to keep his fucking head down,'' Lilith said, grinning at her. ``Plus, my father's company runs itself at this point.''\n\n``It wouldn't kill you to at least speak to the board on occasion,'' Elliot said.\n\nLilith scoffed. ``Why? I have a film degree and know absolutely nothing about business. I'm sure Jules is doing a perfectly fine job of keeping it in the black or whatever.''\n\n``He was fired and replaced with Kathryn Wayne three months ago,'' Elliot said.\n\n``Oh.'' Lilith scoffed. ``Then send her a fruit basket or something. I just want to be left to my devices. Is that really too much to ask for?''\n\n``Being left to your devices leads to more questions than if you were to engage with the public,'' Elliot said. ``Your father also had rather unsavoury hobbies that involved his receptionists. But no one had any idea because he knew how to put on a smokescreen. You're a billionaire, sweetheart, live a little and start acting like it.''\n\nLilith grunted. She didn't like to think about her father like that.\n\n``Also, since we're on the subject, Representative Hughs called,'' Elliot said.\n\nLilith scoffed. ``Does he want money?''\n\n``No, he wants your company,'' Elliot replied, rolling her eyes. ``Yes, he wants your money.''\n\n``Is he a Democrat or a Republican?'' Lilith asked, studying herself in the mirror. There wasn't so much as a speck of blood left upon her. It was like her little whoopsie had never happened in the first place.\n\nElliot looked at her. ``Republican.''\n\n``Don't they hate people like me?'' Lilith asked.\n\n``They hate poor people like you,'' Elliot corrected, examining her employer's hands. She seemed pleased that they were no longer red, nodding to herself. ``He specifically mentioned that your father claimed that you were one of the good ones.''\n\n``And why do I need to give him money?'' Lilith followed up.\n\nElliot snorted. ``Because you're a billionaire and are expected to engage in civic shit.''\n\n``Uh huh,'' Lilith said, taking a closer look at her makeup. It had survived surprisingly well. ``And the actual reason?''\n\n``When your father was a piece of shit, Hughs covered for him with the local sheriffs. Made sure that a whole lot of shit got swept under the rug,'' Elliot explained. ``And this district isn't going blue anytime soon. So, think of it as you paying for protection for the next two years.''\n\nLilith nodded. ``Then make sure that Hughs gets his cut. He sounds like an upstanding gentleman who I can trust to uphold my values in Washington.''\n\n``He'll be very happy to hear you say that,'' Elliot replied, pushing away from the wall. ``Now for my next pressing matter. I've drafted you a list of possible activities to go to in the coming week. I'd strongly suggest that you partake in at least a couple of them.''\n\n``I have no interest in doing whatever you have planned,'' Lilith grumbled.\n\nElliot braced a hand against the bathroom counter, gripping it. Her brow was knitted, tense, like her posture. ``You don't even know what they are yet.''\n\n``It's either some charity bullshit, business bullshit, or a combination of the two,'' Lilith said. ``I have no interest in slumming it with those philistines who don't give a shit about my work.''\n\n``And if you want to keep doing your work then you have to at least pretend to play your role in this.'' Elliot was now growling, clearly reaching the end of her rope\n\n``No,'' Lilith shot back.\n\n``You're acting spoiled,'' Elliot grumbled. ``And I'm not asking.''\n\n``Remember your place,'' Lilith snapped right on back at her, turning to face her. She folded her hand in front of her chest and looked up, not flinching in the face of this beast. ``Don't forget who...''\n\nShe wasn't able to finish her statement as Elliot grabbed a fistful of her pretty blonde hair, pulling back on it sharply. Her grip was firm as she yanked Lilith's locks to a painful degree, just shy of ripping them right out of her scalp.\n\n``Listen, you little shit,'' Elliot snarled. ``I am willing to clean up your messes but you need to help me out here. At the rate you're burning through my staff and your `talent', you are going to end up as the centrepiece of a snuff version of the Epstein list and I would very much appreciate not getting caught up in all of that.''\n\n``Elliot,'' Lilith groaned.\n\n``I'm not done,'' Elliot kept on growling, pressing forward and smacking Lilith's face against the glass. It was hard enough that her world swam but not so hard that the glass was damaged by the impact. The joys of a quality bathroom. ``You will take my advice, respect my advice, and heed my advice going forward. I am not telling you that you need to do something because I think you need to be social. I am telling you that you need to do something because I don't want my ass attached to yours when you eventually come crashing down like fucking Icarus.'' She sighed. ``Was that example adequately pretentious for you?''\n\nShe finally spun Lilith around and glowered at her, looking so stern and commanding.\n\nLilith opened her mouth. ``I...'' She swallowed that lump in her throat. ``I will work on...'' She closed her eyes, trying to still her frantically hammering heart. It turned out that money only had so much power when the chips were squared away against actual strength. ``I'll do better. I promise.''\n\n``You fucking better,'' Elliot said, finally letting go of her hair. She instead gripped her cheeks, forcing her to hold eye contact. ``I've known you since you were a kid, Lily. You were never a good one but I know how to be loyal to the hand that feeds. So, please give me the tools I need to help you stay out of trouble. I really am on your side here.''\n\nLilith flushed.\n\nWhy was...\n\nThat flush turned to a proper blush as she felt something harden below the waist. How did she get fucking hard at that?\n\n``Do you understand?'' Elliot asked.\n\nLilith nodded. ``Yes, Mommy.''\n\nFuck!\n\nElliot paused, looking her in the eye. Her expression twisted to disgust pretty quickly as she frantically shook her head. ``Not what I was going for.''\n\n``I'm sorry!'' Lilith blurted. ``You...''\n\n``I'm like your fucking mother, Lily,'' Elliot groaned, taking a step back. ``Do not...''\n\n``Not helping!'' Lilith exclaimed.\n\nElliot cradled her temple between a forefinger and thumb. ``I'm not even going to touch that one.'' She looked right at Lilith, lifting a brow before purposefully looking down her body. She scoffed at what she saw below the waist. ``And... of course you're rock hard.''\n\n``Shut the fuck up!'' Lilith yelped.\n\nElliot snarled and snapped forwards, closing the gap and cramming her lips against Lilith's own. It seemed that her own inhibitions burned away pretty quickly as she shoved her tongue right into Lilith's mouth. \n\nLilith let out a shocked little noise but went along for the ride, dancing her tongue around her guard's own. Elliot tasted of cigarettes and age, like a fine whiskey turned foul. Their union lasted for several long and blissful moments before the two of them reluctantly pulled away from one another.\n\n``What am I doing?'' Elliot asked herself.\n\nLilith blinked. ``I don't know but it was good.''\n\n``I'm mixing work with pleasure,'' Elliot grumbled, pushing herself away. ``My apologies. That was unprofessional of me.''\n\nLilith chuckled, covering her face with a hand. ``Is that what you're worried about?'' She shook her head. ``Come on, Elliot, you just talked about me having to know my place. I'm sure you could help beat that lesson into me.''\n\n``What?'' Elliot asked.\n\nLilith came forth and took her guard's hand, easing it open and pressing her throat right into her opened grasp. Her Adam's Apple rested against her palm as if beaconing her to do something about it. ``Come on. Put me in my place.''\n\n``Are you some sort of degenerate?'' Elliot asked before answering her own question by looking at the bio bag full of bloodied clothes off to the side. ``Never mind.''\n\nShe mulled over the statement before drawing that hand up and clutching Lilith's cheeks again. Though she had a very different demeanour about her as she brushed her thumb to the side, holding it over her ward's lips.\n\n``This is fucked,'' Elliot grumbled\n\nLilith grinned. ``Worried that I'll rat you out?''\n\nElliot answered her by forcing her thumb between those plush lips, pushing it well into her mouth and down upon her tongue. She held it there, scowling as she did so. ``Not going to lie, I've thought about hurting your overprivileged pampered ass before.'' She took a step forward, forcing Lilith?s ass against the sink. ``Thought about it since you were in high school and I had to pay off the parents of those fucking cheerleaders.''\n\nLilith whimpered as she felt that thumb go deeper. Not all the way to the gag reflex but definitely pushing towards it.\n\n``I've wanted to hurt you for all the stress you put me through when you were busy blowing Daddy's money back in college,'' Elliot snarled, pressing down on her tongue firmly enough to actually start to hurt. ``And then all that shit you pulled with Julian.'' She shook her head. ``Maybe I should finally just put you out of my misery.''\n\nLilith's eyes widened.\n\n``But thankfully, I love your money too much to do something stupid like that,'' Elliot said, letting out these dark notes of mirth.\n\nShe yanked her hand free from Lilith's mouth and stepped away, giving her a little bit of room to recuperate. Though she wasn't idle for very long as she instead hooked two fingers between the cups on her ward's bra, forcing her forwards under the threat of snapping open the pricy garment.\n\n``I could fire you for this,'' Lilith whispered, barely able to speak. Her mind was running at a million miles per hour, somehow being both too fast and too sluggish to properly react to this. But even in this state she knew that the threat was hollow.\n\n``Could you?'' Elliot asked, grinning. ``I know where all of the bodies are, sweetheart.'' She winked at her and clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, mimicking the sound of a gun cocking. ``And more importantly, everyone in this building is loyal to me first and you second. So...'' She drew her hand upwards, away from Lilith's bra, and flicked her on the chin with that very same finger. ``I dare you to try.''\n\nLilith shivered. Why did that sound so fucking hot?\n\nElliot gripped the back of Lilith's neck and started to move her towards the door, marching her there without permission. ``Because you're a fucked up little freak who desperately wants a father figure. It's obviously become some sort of weird sex thing for you.'' She shrugged, squeezing a bit harder. ``But what do I know? I'm not a fucking therapist.''\n\nLilith couldn't have predicted that something like this would happen. Elliot was very much old enough to be her father. Did they even have trans people back in her day? Could she even be attracted to somebody like her?\n\nAll she knew was that she didn't try and fight back, wincing due to how firmly Elliot was crushing her skin. It seemed that she was serious about applying some pain, wanting to prove that her leverage was very real.\n\nIt certainly didn't help that life pulsed below Lilith's belt. Her panties bulged against the strain of her cock, proving just how horny she was for all this.\n\nElliot marched her over to the bed and tossed her upon it without ceremony. It was like she was an object and not a person, not worthy of tenderness in the slightest.\n\n``Don't worry, Lily, I know that you like it rough,'' Elliot jeered.\n\nLilith growled. ``Don't call me...''\n\nShe was cut off as she saw Elliot step to the side of the bed. The woman had pulled out a switchblade, snapping it open and making sure that the girl could see the way it glimmered in the light. This metal was pristine, flawless, and extremely deadly.\n\n``Gift from your father,'' Elliot said. ``Gave it to me for my tenth year of service. Pretty cool, huh?''\n\nShe brought it over to Lilith's cheek, holding the blunted edge against it and allowing her to feel the ice-cold metal. It was so close to cutting, so very very close. One wrong move and she would be considerably less pretty.\n\n``You know, I can't say that I never thought about doing something like this before,'' Elliot jeered. ``You and your father were always a pain in my ass.'' She traced the blade against her flesh with the metal dancing but not cutting, no... never cutting. Yet, the threat was very real. She wielded it so expertly that it wasn't a stretch to imagine what would happen if that expertise went in another direction. ``All I had to do was make sure that you had your guard down and then I could be rid of you.''\n\nLilith shivered. Those words didn't sound like roleplay, they didn't sound like a part which Elliot was trying to play. They felt like they were coming right from the heart, genuine and terrifying in their delivery.\n\n``Elliot,'' she tried.\n\n``But it would never be that easy, would it?'' Elliot asked, more to herself than Lilith. ``You two were too rich for something like that to fall between the cracks. And once the dominos started coming down, all roads would lead back to me.'' She scoffed and suddenly snapped the knife to the side, delivering a scratch upon her skin. It was a shallow cut, enough to bleed but not wound. Still, it was enough that Lilith hissed, feeling a genuine kind of pain. ``At least, I get to enjoy the perks that come with this job.''\n\n``Elliot!'' Lilith yelped.\n\nElliot scoffed. ``Daddy.''\n\n``What?'' Lilith asked.\n\nElliot reached forward with a hand and grabbed a fistful of Lilith's hair, pressing her face into the sheets of the bed. ``You'll call me Daddy, you silver spoon piece of shit.''\n\nLilith gasped, feeling her blonde locks tugged so very firmly. It ached something fierce. Yet, she couldn't deny that she kind of liked the pain, adored the way that it meddled with her tormented mind. Her erection twitched eagerly, desperate for any sort of stimulation.\n\n``Maybe I should discipline you since your father was always so fucking bad at it,'' Elliot growled, allowing her hand to slip away. She carefully settled down upon the bed, spreading her legs and patting her lap instead. ``Get over here.''\n\nLilith looked at her. ``Why should I?''\n\n``Because you want this more than I do,'' Elliot jeered, still patting.\n\nLilith couldn't deny that as she crawled over, clambered upon Elliot's lap. It felt strange to be there, bent over her knee. It was even stranger to feel her guard grab the back of her panties and pull them down, exposing her tight little backside and adorable coin purse.\n\n``Should we have a safe word?'' Lilith asked.\n\nElliot chuckled at that. ``What are you going to do if I break it?'' She rested a hand against her ass. ``Fire me?'' She drew back and smacked her on the ass, snapping her palm across her flesh. ``Report me to the police? I'd love to see how well that would go for you.''\n\nLilith gasped. ``You wouldn't dare.''\n\n``Perhaps...'' Elliot drew back and smacked her again, harder this time around. The impact left a harsh burn across the surface of Lilith's skin. ``But we're done when I say we're done. Got it?''\n\nLilith didn't dare refute the point. Perhaps it was fitting that she got a taste for what her beloved actors had to endure. Though she knew that Elliot would know her place when it came. The woman was far too addicted to her paycheque to dare risk that.\n\nElliot grabbed the back of her neck within one meaty hand, holding her head steady. At the same time, she used her other hand to smack her rowdy ward on the ass, clapping a hand down upon each of her cheeks, one after another in quick succession.\n\nThe blows were sharp but not as hard as those arms could've provided. Like Lilith had thought, she was holding back.\n\n``I knew you wouldn't actually harm me,'' Lilith teased.\n\nElliot chuckled. ``It's called warm up, princess. Just tenderizing you so I can enjoy myself later without you throwing a hissy fit.''\n\nThe next blow came down differently from the others. The prior few had been open-handed, more shock-inducing due to noise rather than actually painful. A nice treat, a bit of warmth with the embers of a phantom pain.\n\nThis blow was heavy and dull, a closed fist delivered right to her ass cheek. There was nothing to soften the force of it as a firm fist essentially punched her rump. It drove a sharp and smouldering pain deep into her muscles, festering within her flesh like a rot.\n\nLilith yelped, feeling her threshold for pain quickly overruled. Her eyes brimmed with tears and her mouth was left parted in a phantom gasp of displeasure.\n\n``What was that princess?'' Elliot teased, drawing back and striking her again. ``Did you think that I was all talk and no bite?''\n\nLilith growled. ``Don't you fucking dare.''\n\nElliot struck her again, hammering a fist right into her side and delivering an especially hefty blow to her ribs. It hurt something fierce and drove the air right out of Lilith's lungs, causing her to let out this truly pathetic wheezing sound.\n\nLilith squirmed and snivelled, trying her best to get away. Not that she had any success in this endeavour as Elliot's grip remained just as vice-like as before.\n\n``I was in the army, sweetie,'' Elliot teased. ``I know how to hurt people and I know how to hurt them without leaving any lasting damage. You should know how dangerous I really am.'' She growled and dug her fingers into Lilith's flank, raking her flesh with her dull blunted nails. ``So don't test me on what I can and cannot do. It won't end well for you.''\n\nLilith cried out. ``I'm sorry!''\n\n``No, you're not,'' Elliot chided. ``You're a spoiled child who is now realizing that she bit off more than she can chew. If I stop now then you're still going to be an entitled little prick who makes my job difficult.'' She balled her hand into a fist and hit her in the other side, driving that pain deep between her ribs. Not enough to break the bones, or even crack them, but enough that any words died upon the tip of Lilith's tongue. ``So, I'd suggest that you get chewing, princess, because I'm not letting you leave until you're done.''\n\nHer grip was like iron, unforgiving and cold. She held Lilith's head steady, putting her at an immediate disadvantage in terms of any confrontation between them. All she needed was that one spare hand, slapping and punching away. \n\nA rain of blows began to pepper Lilith's fragile flesh as Elliot hit her over and over again. Lilith's ass, sides, and thighs were all fair gain, bearing the entire brunt of her security chief's abuse. Yet, this was good, it proved that she was at least holding back from causing any legitimate harm. Lilith knew enough about anatomy to know that much.\n\n``Are you still fucking hard?'' Elliot asked.\n\nLilith realized that she still was, as stiff as a rock. She flushed and closed her eyes, feeling those hot tears brimming beneath her lids. She hated that this witch of a woman managed to have this sort of power over her.\n\nThen why did I put myself in this position in the first place?\n\n``Can't say that I'm too surprised,'' Elliot ribbed, resting her fist against one of the many soon-to-be bruises left upon Lilith's flesh. They were a roadmap at this point, a journey told in a canvas of colours. ``Considering what you do to some of the people you get in...'' She shook her head. ``How often are you projecting, sweetie.''\n\nLilith growled. ``I'm not...''\n\nShe wasn't allowed to finish that thought as Elliot yanked her hair back, pulling it taut and straining against the roots. This gesture pulled Lilith's face back and forced her to stare at the wall in front of herself. There was now nothing that would dare muffle the sounds of her pain.\n\nElliot lifted the hand away for a moment before she sent it hurtling back down, connecting with Lilith's flank and driving a hot pain deep into her flesh. Then she did so twice more in quick succession, one after another.\n\n``You'll talk when I want you to talk!'' Elliot snarled. ``Say, `yes Daddy'.''\n\nLilith said nothing which resulted in Elliot smacking her firmly on the ass again. Her entire backside glowed and she couldn't help but wonder what shade it must've been. Some of the marks felt shallow and inflamed, a reddish hue. While others felt deeper and longer lasting, maybe blues that would become purples and blacks with time.\n\nIt was so easy to imagine that colour on others but so hard to picture it upon herself. Which made the fact that her cock twitched all the more embarrassing. She tried to tell herself that it was a natural reaction but it was painfully hard to do so. Nearly as hard as her cock.\n\n``What's the matter, toy?'' Elliot asked.\n\nLilith kept her mouth shut, like she'd been told to do. She wasn't about to fall for the oldest trick in the fucking book. Just because she was horny didn't mean that she was stupid.\n\n``Quick learner,'' Elliot teased. She spread her legs further and let go of Lilith's necking, planting her hands upon the bed instead. ``How about you take a seat and I'll help you deal with that hard-on, huh?''\n\nLilith got up, slowly, wanting to take her time and pretend that she wasn't just about to cave in a heartbeat. She turned to look at the woman, hating how blurry her vision had become against the ceaseless river of tears. Her misery was only furthered as she saw that smarmy smile which Elliot was offering, grinning with a cocksure glee.\n\n``What's the matter, toy?'' Elliot asked.\n\nLilith huffed. ``Fuck you.''\n\nElliot barked with laughter, throwing back her head as she bellowed like some sort of comic book villain. ``You know, I'm not going to lie. It's a treat to do this to you.'' She looked off to the side, nodding towards a nearby mirror. ``Want to see my handiwork?''\n\nLilith did so, catching her reflection in the mirror. Her skin was usually a pristine and pure white but this was so removed from that status quo. At this point, she was now marked with swollen reds, beautiful blues, and scratches of a bloodened hue. It was a divine series of colours, something which she would've adored if it was not on her. Though even on her, she could maybe excuse the pain to appreciate the artistic merit of it.\n\n``I don't want to do this,'' Lilith lied.\n\nElliot could tell just how untrue this really was as she simply patted the spot between her legs once again. Her knowing smile refused to falter, reading her like a fucking book. ``Then why are you so fucking hard? Or is that erection just for show?''\n\nLilith balled her hands into fists and turned away from the woman, easing down and settling within her lap. She tried to seem prim and proper, holding her head up high. It was so hard to stay proud in a situation like this. \n\nIt was strange how much larger this woman was than her, easily a head taller and probably twice as heavy when you accounted for all of the muscles within her body. She was easily able to restrain her, draping a meaty arm around her belly and holding her tight.\n\nThat very same hand trailed further down and groped at Lilith's petite erection, feeling it up in the weathered palm of her hand. Elliot was remarkably gentle with it, compared to the beating, stroking it in delicate motions while focusing on the very tip. As Lilith was already wet, this gesture was smooth and frictionless, collecting her lust and using it as a natural form of lubricant.\n\n``Fuck,'' Lilith groaned.\n\nElliot had two hands however. And where there was a carrot, the stick wasn't very far behind.\n\nShe reached up with her other hand and clamped it firmly over Lilith's mouth, creating a seamless barrier of flesh. Her forefinger rested against Lilith's nose and she easily managed to seal her nostrils shut by pinching down with a thumb. In an instant, without warning, her flow of air was utterly gone. \n\nLilith was left to suffocate, squirming feebly and rocking against the hand which sated her. She could try and squirm but she knew that her motions were fleeting compared to what Elliot was truly capable of dishing out.\n\n``I think you're starting to rub off on me,'' Elliot jeered, whispering into her ear. ``I've been around for so many of your films that some of your material is really getting to me.'' She stroked at the tip of Lilith's cock, firmly groping it between two fingers. ``Maybe it's karma that I finally get to give you a taste of your own medicine, huh?''\n\nShe leaned forwards and took Lilith's shoulder into her mouth, biting down on it so very firmly. Her teeth did far more than indent flesh, dishing out a proper meaty chomp. It was like she was some sort of attack dog who was being let off its leash.\n\nHad she broken flesh? The fiery pain certainly made her think as much. Though could her senses really be trusted in this situation?\n\nThis wasn't lovemaking, this was violence. Unfortunately, Lilith had always responded so well to violence. She danced upon the edge of bliss, feeling the bruises on her flesh, the pain inflicted by those teeth, and the first embers of an approaching flame taking root within her lungs.\n\nThis was divine, there was no other way to really describe it.\n\n``You're soaked,'' Elliot jeered. ``If I didn't know any better, I'd assume that you were getting off to this.'' She scoffed. ``Are you?''\n\nLilith groaned, attempting some sort of feeble response. Though it was impossible to get so much as a coherent syllable out from behind that meaty hand asphyxiating her.\n\n``Do you need air?'' Elliot chided.\n\nLilith nodded though she already knew what her guard's response to that would be.\n\n``Well too bad,'' Elliot replied, proving Lilith's assumptions absolutely correct. ``You can have it once I'm done with you.''\n\nAnd then for good measure, she clamped her teeth down for a second time, biting just as firmly as before and really digging those teeth in. Those sharp canines ached something fierce, sending these sharp fiery thunderclaps of pain rocketing throughout her body.\n\n``Pathetic,'' Elliot jeered. ``Not even trying to get away.''\n\nLilith whimpered and put up the barest amount of resistance, squirming for the sake of squirming and not actually trying to escape. She knew how pathetic she must've seemed, hard and complacent to this abuse. \n\nWhere was her fire, her gusto, her sadistic drive to keep going?\n\nShe wasn't someone meant to be tamed. Yet...\n\nWith her inhibitions bleeding away, she rocked forwards, feeling a growing heat within her core. Her belly was an inferno, her flesh on fire, and her lungs smouldered with all the fury of a volcano that was primed to go off.\n\nHow long had it been? Seconds? Minutes? It was hard to focus as her grasp on reality grew increasingly flimsy. Was she about to pass out? It felt like her vision was starting to narrow, like her brain was beginning to run low on air.\n\nElliot just kept stroking, gliding her hand up and down in curt motions. She was a woman on a mission and seemed utterly fixated on the goal ahead.\n\nAnd Lilith was only mortal. She felt that heat in her core finally let loose as her erection twitched within the other woman's hand. Her seed came bubbling forth, pathetic and thin after so long on her current hormonal regime.\n\nYet, it was still a surrender, a clear admission of defeat.\n\nElliot scoffed. ``Pathetic child.'' \n\nShe finally drew her hand away from Lilith's mouth. \n\nLilith promptly gasped for air, sounding pathetic as she wolfed it down with a desperation that felt humiliating. ``Fuck you!''\n\nElliot shook her head and tossed Lilith to the side. She then got up and brushed off her pants. ``Well, that was fun, Lily.'' She didn't linger for long as she soon made a move for the door, smirking as she walked away. ``But someone has to put out all of your fires.''\n\nLilith lifted a hand to try and stop her but it was too late as the woman slipped out of the room, leaving her alone once again. She stared at the door, blinking. Her mind was still two steps behind, sluggish as she tried to figure out what the fuck had just happened.\n\nShe looked down at herself, seeing her absolutely ruined state.\n\n``This...'' Lilith shook her head and lunged to the side, grabbing a notepad from her bedside table. ``Gives me a fantastic idea for a movie!''\n\n"
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"writing": "When Stanley Kubrick did a film, he averaged thirty takes per scene. During the Shining, this figure sometimes ballooned to well over a hundred, testing the limits of the actors and staff who were attached to his deranged genius.\n\nAnd to this day, he was considered one of the greats of cinema. The very definition of a brilliant mind who the critics happily jerked off and the talentless hacks nagged about being overrated.\n\nLilith didn't have the luxury of thirty takes. She could practice and practice, conditioning the actors who she used. Yet, training could only go so far. When the chips were down and the cameras were rolling, she had exactly one take to get everything right. One take or she'd have to repeat weeks of work to return to this point in her production.\n\nShe looked in the little preview screen of her camera, ensuring that it was trained upon the two actors in front of her. Once confirmed that her camera was taking in what she wanted to film, she looked up at the real scene in front of her.\n\nThe lighting was dimmed, giving it this grim and moody quality, like a dungeon or ceremonial chamber. Artifacts and totems littered the wall and in the centre of the space was an ornate table which seemed to be carved out of obsidian with a single beam of light descending upon it from above. Though Lilith knew that this was all part of the show, props which cost a fraction of the real things.\n\nOne of the actors was bound to this table, wearing a white dress and staring up at the ceiling. Her eyes were blown out and dopey, embraced with a pleasant shroud of intoxication. She was like a maiden in one of those old films from the thirties, the sacrifice who would've been made to King Kong in order to placate the wild beast's feral soul.\n\nThe other figure was a man who wore a long black robe and this mask upon his face which screamed that it held some sort of mystical origin. In his hand was an obsidian dagger, honed to such a sharpness that the brackish black reflected light, glinting in the middle of the room. This was very much not a prop, being deadly and real, having weight and lethal substance.\n\nHe looked anxious, glancing towards Lilith. Though she had a feeling that his gaze went to the armed guard who lingered right behind her. She could hear the gentleman's gun jostle, ever so slightly. A show of force to help... entice the labour into acting properly.\n\nLilith started recording and then lifted her hand, snapping her fingers together. The note very well could've been a gunshot for how much it made the actor flinch. ``And action!''\n\nThe actor looked down at the dagger and then at the maiden, appraising her purposefully. He started to move around the table, standing behind it and placing it between himself and the camera, giving the prospective audience an excellent opportunity to see what was about to unfold.\n\nIt was a beautiful sight, making Lilith shift in her seat. She felt as a certain something started to harden below the waist. That could wait until she got around to editing. It was only a distraction at this moment.\n\nShe needed her complete and undivided attention when rolling.\n\n``I make this sacrifice to you, Cthulhu!'' the man shouted, looking up towards the ceiling of the set and spreading his arms in some sort of sadistic reverence. ``Please accept this and return to our mortal world to help cleanse it of its many imperfections.''\n\nLovecraft himself would love this performance.\n\nHe grabbed the blade in both hands and lifted it high above the actress' chest. She looked up and smiled at him, giggling.\n\nNot ideal but perhaps I can work in a story explanation.\n\nThe man snarled and plunged the blade down, stabbing it right into the actress' chest. It punched into the centre of it, piercing thin fabric, flesh, muscles, arteries, lungs, and finally her heart. The actress let out this deathly gasp with red snapping free from her parted lips. A few violent spurts of her life started to rupture forth from the wound, coating the blade and staining the actor's hands and sleeves.\n\nPerfect, perfect, all you need to do is nail the landing...\n\n``Oh my god!'' the man shouted, his character breaking in an instance. ``I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm so so sorry.''\n\nBut the actress was too dead to hear it.\n\nLilith felt her expression slip and her hardon fade in an instant. She growled and turned off the camera, staring at the black preview screen. The woman who looked back at her was tired with hollow eyes and a tensed jaw.\n\nShe was the very textbook example of a passoid with hollow cheeks, clear skin properly manicured with make-up, shoulder length blonde hair that didn't have so much as a single split end, and a lithe frame that bordered on anorexic. This was as close to a cis woman as her inheritance would allow her to achieve.\n\nHer green eyes darted away from the little screen as she instead looked right at the actor. He seemed to have realized his mistake, stepping back and lifting his hands defensively.\n\n``I'm sorry!'' he yelped. ``I just...'' He looked at his palms, seeing the way that the woman's blood still coated them. ``I... I can't do this, ma'am. Please don't make me do this.''\n\nLilith carefully got out of her director's chair, smoothing out her pricy white blouse before slipping her hands into the pockets of her designer pants. She moved towards the stage, like a big cat who wanted nothing more than to devour the scared deer who had offered up a morsel of its flesh for a meal.\n\nShe reached the girl's corpse and looked down at it, seeing her grey lifeless eyes and the smile she had offered upon her death. Her thin white dress was stained with so much of that pretty red, pooling out across her torso and draining down her belly, soaking into the material.\n\nIt was a gorgeous sight, perfectly artistic. Black, red, and white, the perfect combination of colours, her favourite to use in productions of this calibre. These were the very same colours which had won Spielberg a whole collection of Oscars.\n\nIf only this absolute idiot could've nailed the landing!\n\nShe drew a hand out of her pocket and wrapped her fingers around the handle of the blade. ``The scene was nearly perfect, Julian.''\n\n``My name isn't...'' the man tried.\n\nLilith grunted and ripped the blade right out of her girl's chest. Hot viscera and blood sprouted forth, belching from the fresh wound. It hadn't been long enough for it to start to clot. This crimson dripped from the blade, leaving a small trail of droplets as she held it against her side. ``You get me kicked me out of film school, Julian, and then you fuck with my movies.'' She looked up at the ceiling, at where heaven supposedly was. ``Fuck you.''\n\nShe snapped her gaze towards the actor and snarled. ``You had two more lines to deliver!'' She used her other hand to show off those two fingers. A small number when it was life or death on the line. ``Two little lines, twenty words. Was it really so hard to keep your composure to deliver them?''\n\n``I'm sorry!'' the man yelped. ``I... I saw her die and I just...'' He held up his hands to shield himself. ``I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm...''\n\nLilith hated this snivelling, despised his begging and pleading. \n\nThis was supposed to be the ward of Cthulhu, the man destined to rule as the yellow king over humanity? Don't make me laugh!\n\nShe lunged towards him and knocked him to the ground. There was surprising strength in a girl like her, this desperate power that really shined in moments like these.\n\nYet, the man didn't even have the strength to push her back. All he could do was shield himself from her fury, still whimpering like a fucking child. It was all so pathetic. \n\nShe snarled and decided to show the actor what he was supposed to do with a very firm example. The blade came crashing down and pierced right into his chest, not blunted in the slightest as she punched through flesh and cracked bones, forcing her way into the soft organs below. The actor made a gurgling noise as his lungs had obviously taken the brunt of the blow, filling with his blood as it sputtered forth from between his lips.\n\nYet, he lived, feebly trying to stop her. So, Lilith continued to stab him again and again, hammering the blade into his chest over and over.\n\nIt wasn't long before the actor went completely limp. But that didn't stop Lilith as she just kept hammering the blade into him, yelling in this feral way. She felt red gush out, splattering up in geysers. It sprayed against her blouse, coated her sleeves, bathed her hands, and even splattered against her face in bloody strands. It was hard to believe that a human possessed so much of this stuff but it seemed that there was no end to the gore in sight.\n\nHonestly, the bath of viscera was kind of cathartic, tapering Lilith's aggravation. The hot blood had a way of soothing her senses it would seem.\n\nOnce more, there was life below her belt, a certain something tugging against the front of her pants. She reached down and groped it, shivering as she stroked it through the tight material.\n\nShe dropped the blade and looked down at her other hand and then at the body she was straddling. There went weeks of work, gone down the drain in less than five minutes. Now she'd need to buy two more actors, take time to train them, and then get them conditioned to repeat this pesky scene.\n\nAt least Kubrick had the luxury of not having to replace his actors when there was a mistake like this in one of his scenes.\n\n``Fuck me,'' Lilith whispered. \n\nShe reached into her breast pocket and plucked out a green pack of cigarettes. Her hand was shaking as she grabbed one, popping it between her lips. Though it seemed that she had covered the filter in blood as she tasted the rich copper of the man's life. \n\nWhat did she care? It wasn't like she hadn't tasted it before.\n\nShe looked to the side and saw the guard, his dark complexion steeled into a serious scowl. He was trying to play tough but Lilith knew that she had gotten to him with his little display. It was evident in the way that he failed to look at her.\n\n``Do you happen to have a lighter, dear?'' Lilith asked, flashing a smile. She wondered if there was blood upon her teeth.\n\nThe guard nodded. ``Y-yes, ma'am.''\n\nHe came over and reached into his pocket, grabbing a small blue lighter. As he drew near, Lilith could see that his hands were shaking.\n\nWas he worried that she'd pick him next?\n\n``Don't worry,'' Lilith teased. ``You don't seem like you'd make a very good actor.'' She scoffed and looked at his chocolate hands. ``And I think Lovecraft would roll in his grave if I thought about casting you for the part.''\n\nThis seemed to steady his hand as he snapped a flame to life. Lilith leaned in and lit the tip of her cigarette with it, inhaling and drawing in that soothing burn of menthol. It helped, a little, settling those frayed nerves of hers.\n\n``Thank you,'' Lilith said.\n\nAs her composure started to mend, she looked down at the mess all around her, groaning. It hurt to see nearly a million dollars wasted like this.\n\n``Carlos is going to have a fucking field day,'' Lilith muttered. She realized that she was still straddling that corpse. So, she stood up, getting off of it. ``That prick is already charging me through the nose for fucking labour.''\n\nShe scoffed.\n\nWhatever, she was good for the money.\n\n[hr] \n\n``Carlos, sweetie!'' Lilith called, glancing down at the phone on her bathroom counter.\n\nA pause.\n\n``Lilith, for what do I owe the displeasure?'' A gruff voice grumbled, sighing. ``Oh... and this early in the morning too. Yippie.''\n\nLilith glanced at the time on her phone, seeing that she could perhaps have saved this call for a couple hours when the mere mortals would normally be awake.\n\nYet, he didn't seem tired. A fact which was only reinforced as she heard a feminine voice in his background scream: `help me!' at the top of their lungs. It would appear that he wasn't idle during the twilight hours either.\n\n``She seems feisty,'' Lilith teased.\n\nCarlos scoffed. ``It's a work in progress.''\n\n``How is Kimmy doing?'' Lilith asked.\n\nShe looked down at her hands, seeing the way that the warm water was starting to wash away the blood. It got rid of so much of it, staining the water pink before it went swirling down the drain. But she knew that it wasn't going to be an easy feat to get rid of it all.\n\nAs she looked in the bathroom mirror, she could tell that her blouse was a lost cause and she very much doubted that even her black pants could survive a blood stain that pronounced. A shame, she really liked this outfit. Maybe they still sold it at that boutique in Milan.\n\n``It's fine,'' Carlos said, sighing. ``I take it that your latest movie shoot didn't go well?''\n\nLilith smirked. ``What gives you that impression?''\n\n``Because you're calling me,'' Carlos replied, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth. ``How many `actors' do you need this time?''\n\n``Two,'' Lilith replied, rubbing the blood out from between her knuckles. ``If you could find me another surrogate for Cthulhu and another sacrificial virgins, that would be golden. Do you still have the character sheets that I sent you?''\n\nCarlos paused, calling off into the distance. ``I might've just found you a new home.''\n\n``Oh god,'' the new acquisition whimpered. A perfectly pathetic creature. Just what Lilith was looking for with this character.\n\n``I should be able to help you out,'' Carlos said, chuckling. ``Honestly, you'd be doing me a favour.''\n\n``Are you willing to take half a million a head?'' Lilith asked, winking at herself in the mirror. ``Considering that I'm doing you a favour.''\n\n``Always willing to cut a deal with a repeat customer,'' Carlos grumbled. ``You might need to dye the girl's hair though.''\n\n``Bleach is pennies on the dollar in the grand scheme of things,'' Lilith said.\n\nCarlos scoffed. ``Fair enough. I'll try and bring them around in the next week or so. I was planning a little trip out there anyways.''\n\n``Send me your details and I'll have Anthony make something special for you and Kimmy,'' Lilith said, blowing him a kiss. ``And please send your pet my regards. It's been far too long since I got to say hello to it.''\n\n``Will do,'' Carlos said.\n\nA pause and then the line clicked, going dead.\n\n``Would it kill him to say bye?'' Lilith grumbled.\n\nMaybe it would. Carlos seemed like the type who would break if forced to offer up even the slightest common courtesy.\n\nLilith shook her head and instead focused on her work. She broke out the good stuff, this harsh orange exfoliant scrub which was apparently used in metal shops to work away the grease left on people's hands. It helped get those pesky splotches of red off of her skin though ached something fierce as she just kept scrubbing away. She would endure; used to aching for beauty.\n\nHer bathroom door opened and a figure stepped inside, thudding towards her.\n\n``Hello Elliot,'' Lilith greeted. She looked in the mirror and saw the total beast of a woman right behind her. \n\nElliot was easily six feet tall and made of solid granite with a strong full-bodied build. There was a seemingly permanent scowl affixed to her weathered face and short salt and pepper hair clung to her scalp. She was perhaps fifty, maybe a little older than that, looking the part with numerous little scars and wrinkles blemishing her complexion. Each felt like they held a story worth telling.\n\nHer attire was authoritarian, professional, looking much like a soldier for hire tamed by the reality of this fucked up little world. She was certainly dressed for the part with heavy combat boots, well-tailored dress pants, and a crisp suit jacket which had been left open to expose her bullet proof vest.\n\n``I have another guard threatening to resign,'' Elliot said. ``Something about watching you kill someone in cold blood.''\n\n``Most of my kills are done in cold blood,'' Lilith teased, looking back at herself in the mirror.\n\nElliot scoffed. ``As I understand it, you had the situation perfectly under control and could've easily sent him into a neighbouring room before pouncing.''\n\n``I was spurred on by my muse,'' Lilith replied, happy that the red was finally scrubbed from her flesh as she looked at her now spotless hands. ``You know how I get whenever it comes to my muse.''\n\n``And I've told you before that my guards can only handle so much of `your muse' before they start to break under the pressure,'' Elliot said, shaking her head. She diverted course and instead leaned against one of the bathroom walls, folding her meaty arms in front of her chest. ``They need a layer of disconnection from your fucked up little game, Lily.''\n\nLilith grunted. ``It's Lilith, Elliot. I'm not a teenager anymore. And they're movies... not games.''\n\nElliot responded by scoffing. It would seem that she didn't care about these little truths. ``You could've fooled me.''\n\nLilith reached for her blouse, starting to snap open the buttons on it, one after another. ``Just offer the man a bonus and I'll do better to avoid having him around for my next film.'' She shook her head, muttering under her breath. ``Probably just trying to extort me if anything.''\n\n``Money can only do so much,'' Elliot said. ``I don't mean to nag the point but your hobby is kind of extremely fucked up, dear.''\n\nLilith snorted. ``Yes, mother.''\n\n``Look, I tolerate it,'' Elliot said. ``Because I like your money and I liked your father. But trust me, these guards will break eventually and when they do, we'll be between a rock and a hard place where they want to run to the authorities instead of taking a payout from you.''\n\n``Everyone has a price.'' Lilith finally shed her blouse. As she held it, she could see just how soaked it was with blood. So, she tossed it into the blue bio bag that was next to her hamper. ``Going to the authorities won't pay them a Christmas bonus. And what else am I going to do with Daddy's money.''\n\n``Speaking of which...'' Elliot went on.\n\nLilith groaned. ``Oh boy.''\n\n``People are starting to ask if you ever actually intend to do something with your father's assets,'' Elliot commented, coming over and standing beside her. She was looking at herself in the mirror, rubbing at her wrinkles. ``Your father was a philanthropist who put a small, yet adequate, portion of his money to good use.''\n\nLilith shed her pants and tossed them into the bio bag as well. At least her bra and panties had been saved from the bloodshed. ``I'm aware.''\n\n``And people are starting to ask if you intend to follow suit or stay reclusive for the rest of your life,'' Elliot needled.\n\n``Nothing wrong with being reclusive,'' Lilith chided. ``There's a reason why people talk about Bezos and Musk and not Buffet. Do you know why?''\n\n``Why?'' Elliot grumbled.\n\n``Because Buffet knows how to keep his fucking head down,'' Lilith said, grinning at her. ``Plus, my father's company runs itself at this point.''\n\n``It wouldn't kill you to at least speak to the board on occasion,'' Elliot said.\n\nLilith scoffed. ``Why? I have a film degree and know absolutely nothing about business. I'm sure Jules is doing a perfectly fine job of keeping it in the black or whatever.''\n\n``He was fired and replaced with Kathryn Wayne three months ago,'' Elliot said.\n\n``Oh.'' Lilith scoffed. ``Then send her a fruit basket or something. I just want to be left to my devices. Is that really too much to ask for?''\n\n``Being left to your devices leads to more questions than if you were to engage with the public,'' Elliot said. ``Your father also had rather unsavoury hobbies that involved his receptionists. But no one had any idea because he knew how to put on a smokescreen. You're a billionaire, sweetheart, live a little and start acting like it.''\n\nLilith grunted. She didn't like to think about her father like that.\n\n``Also, since we're on the subject, Representative Hughs called,'' Elliot said.\n\nLilith scoffed. ``Does he want money?''\n\n``No, he wants your company,'' Elliot replied, rolling her eyes. ``Yes, he wants your money.''\n\n``Is he a Democrat or a Republican?'' Lilith asked, studying herself in the mirror. There wasn't so much as a speck of blood left upon her. It was like her little whoopsie had never happened in the first place.\n\nElliot looked at her. ``Republican.''\n\n``Don't they hate people like me?'' Lilith asked.\n\n``They hate poor people like you,'' Elliot corrected, examining her employer's hands. She seemed pleased that they were no longer red, nodding to herself. ``He specifically mentioned that your father claimed that you were one of the good ones.''\n\n``And why do I need to give him money?'' Lilith followed up.\n\nElliot snorted. ``Because you're a billionaire and are expected to engage in civic shit.''\n\n``Uh huh,'' Lilith said, taking a closer look at her makeup. It had survived surprisingly well. ``And the actual reason?''\n\n``When your father was a piece of shit, Hughs covered for him with the local sheriffs. Made sure that a whole lot of shit got swept under the rug,'' Elliot explained. ``And this district isn't going blue anytime soon. So, think of it as you paying for protection for the next two years.''\n\nLilith nodded. ``Then make sure that Hughs gets his cut. He sounds like an upstanding gentleman who I can trust to uphold my values in Washington.''\n\n``He'll be very happy to hear you say that,'' Elliot replied, pushing away from the wall. ``Now for my next pressing matter. I've drafted you a list of possible activities to go to in the coming week. I'd strongly suggest that you partake in at least a couple of them.''\n\n``I have no interest in doing whatever you have planned,'' Lilith grumbled.\n\nElliot braced a hand against the bathroom counter, gripping it. Her brow was knitted, tense, like her posture. ``You don't even know what they are yet.''\n\n``It's either some charity bullshit, business bullshit, or a combination of the two,'' Lilith said. ``I have no interest in slumming it with those philistines who don't give a shit about my work.''\n\n``And if you want to keep doing your work then you have to at least pretend to play your role in this.'' Elliot was now growling, clearly reaching the end of her rope\n\n``No,'' Lilith shot back.\n\n``You're acting spoiled,'' Elliot grumbled. ``And I'm not asking.''\n\n``Remember your place,'' Lilith snapped right on back at her, turning to face her. She folded her hand in front of her chest and looked up, not flinching in the face of this beast. ``Don't forget who...''\n\nShe wasn't able to finish her statement as Elliot grabbed a fistful of her pretty blonde hair, pulling back on it sharply. Her grip was firm as she yanked Lilith's locks to a painful degree, just shy of ripping them right out of her scalp.\n\n``Listen, you little shit,'' Elliot snarled. ``I am willing to clean up your messes but you need to help me out here. At the rate you're burning through my staff and your `talent', you are going to end up as the centrepiece of a snuff version of the Epstein list and I would very much appreciate not getting caught up in all of that.''\n\n``Elliot,'' Lilith groaned.\n\n``I'm not done,'' Elliot kept on growling, pressing forward and smacking Lilith's face against the glass. It was hard enough that her world swam but not so hard that the glass was damaged by the impact. The joys of a quality bathroom. ``You will take my advice, respect my advice, and heed my advice going forward. I am not telling you that you need to do something because I think you need to be social. I am telling you that you need to do something because I don't want my ass attached to yours when you eventually come crashing down like fucking Icarus.'' She sighed. ``Was that example adequately pretentious for you?''\n\nShe finally spun Lilith around and glowered at her, looking so stern and commanding.\n\nLilith opened her mouth. ``I...'' She swallowed that lump in her throat. ``I will work on...'' She closed her eyes, trying to still her frantically hammering heart. It turned out that money only had so much power when the chips were squared away against actual strength. ``I'll do better. I promise.''\n\n``You fucking better,'' Elliot said, finally letting go of her hair. She instead gripped her cheeks, forcing her to hold eye contact. ``I've known you since you were a kid, Lily. You were never a good one but I know how to be loyal to the hand that feeds. So, please give me the tools I need to help you stay out of trouble. I really am on your side here.''\n\nLilith flushed.\n\nWhy was...\n\nThat flush turned to a proper blush as she felt something harden below the waist. How did she get fucking hard at that?\n\n``Do you understand?'' Elliot asked.\n\nLilith nodded. ``Yes, Mommy.''\n\nFuck!\n\nElliot paused, looking her in the eye. Her expression twisted to disgust pretty quickly as she frantically shook her head. ``Not what I was going for.''\n\n``I'm sorry!'' Lilith blurted. ``You...''\n\n``I'm like your fucking mother, Lily,'' Elliot groaned, taking a step back. ``Do not...''\n\n``Not helping!'' Lilith exclaimed.\n\nElliot cradled her temple between a forefinger and thumb. ``I'm not even going to touch that one.'' She looked right at Lilith, lifting a brow before purposefully looking down her body. She scoffed at what she saw below the waist. ``And... of course you're rock hard.''\n\n``Shut the fuck up!'' Lilith yelped.\n\nElliot snarled and snapped forwards, closing the gap and cramming her lips against Lilith's own. It seemed that her own inhibitions burned away pretty quickly as she shoved her tongue right into Lilith's mouth. \n\nLilith let out a shocked little noise but went along for the ride, dancing her tongue around her guard's own. Elliot tasted of cigarettes and age, like a fine whiskey turned foul. Their union lasted for several long and blissful moments before the two of them reluctantly pulled away from one another.\n\n``What am I doing?'' Elliot asked herself.\n\nLilith blinked. ``I don't know but it was good.''\n\n``I'm mixing work with pleasure,'' Elliot grumbled, pushing herself away. ``My apologies. That was unprofessional of me.''\n\nLilith chuckled, covering her face with a hand. ``Is that what you're worried about?'' She shook her head. ``Come on, Elliot, you just talked about me having to know my place. I'm sure you could help beat that lesson into me.''\n\n``What?'' Elliot asked.\n\nLilith came forth and took her guard's hand, easing it open and pressing her throat right into her opened grasp. Her Adam's Apple rested against her palm as if beaconing her to do something about it. ``Come on. Put me in my place.''\n\n``Are you some sort of degenerate?'' Elliot asked before answering her own question by looking at the bio bag full of bloodied clothes off to the side. ``Never mind.''\n\nShe mulled over the statement before drawing that hand up and clutching Lilith's cheeks again. Though she had a very different demeanour about her as she brushed her thumb to the side, holding it over her ward's lips.\n\n``This is fucked,'' Elliot grumbled\n\nLilith grinned. ``Worried that I'll rat you out?''\n\nElliot answered her by forcing her thumb between those plush lips, pushing it well into her mouth and down upon her tongue. She held it there, scowling as she did so. ``Not going to lie, I've thought about hurting your overprivileged pampered ass before.'' She took a step forward, forcing Lilith?s ass against the sink. ``Thought about it since you were in high school and I had to pay off the parents of those fucking cheerleaders.''\n\nLilith whimpered as she felt that thumb go deeper. Not all the way to the gag reflex but definitely pushing towards it.\n\n``I've wanted to hurt you for all the stress you put me through when you were busy blowing Daddy's money back in college,'' Elliot snarled, pressing down on her tongue firmly enough to actually start to hurt. ``And then all that shit you pulled with Julian.'' She shook her head. ``Maybe I should finally just put you out of my misery.''\n\nLilith's eyes widened.\n\n``But thankfully, I love your money too much to do something stupid like that,'' Elliot said, letting out these dark notes of mirth.\n\nShe yanked her hand free from Lilith's mouth and stepped away, giving her a little bit of room to recuperate. Though she wasn't idle for very long as she instead hooked two fingers between the cups on her ward's bra, forcing her forwards under the threat of snapping open the pricy garment.\n\n``I could fire you for this,'' Lilith whispered, barely able to speak. Her mind was running at a million miles per hour, somehow being both too fast and too sluggish to properly react to this. But even in this state she knew that the threat was hollow.\n\n``Could you?'' Elliot asked, grinning. ``I know where all of the bodies are, sweetheart.'' She winked at her and clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, mimicking the sound of a gun cocking. ``And more importantly, everyone in this building is loyal to me first and you second. So...'' She drew her hand upwards, away from Lilith's bra, and flicked her on the chin with that very same finger. ``I dare you to try.''\n\nLilith shivered. Why did that sound so fucking hot?\n\nElliot gripped the back of Lilith's neck and started to move her towards the door, marching her there without permission. ``Because you're a fucked up little freak who desperately wants a father figure. It's obviously become some sort of weird sex thing for you.'' She shrugged, squeezing a bit harder. ``But what do I know? I'm not a fucking therapist.''\n\nLilith couldn't have predicted that something like this would happen. Elliot was very much old enough to be her father. Did they even have trans people back in her day? Could she even be attracted to somebody like her?\n\nAll she knew was that she didn't try and fight back, wincing due to how firmly Elliot was crushing her skin. It seemed that she was serious about applying some pain, wanting to prove that her leverage was very real.\n\nIt certainly didn't help that life pulsed below Lilith's belt. Her panties bulged against the strain of her cock, proving just how horny she was for all this.\n\nElliot marched her over to the bed and tossed her upon it without ceremony. It was like she was an object and not a person, not worthy of tenderness in the slightest.\n\n``Don't worry, Lily, I know that you like it rough,'' Elliot jeered.\n\nLilith growled. ``Don't call me...''\n\nShe was cut off as she saw Elliot step to the side of the bed. The woman had pulled out a switchblade, snapping it open and making sure that the girl could see the way it glimmered in the light. This metal was pristine, flawless, and extremely deadly.\n\n``Gift from your father,'' Elliot said. ``Gave it to me for my tenth year of service. Pretty cool, huh?''\n\nShe brought it over to Lilith's cheek, holding the blunted edge against it and allowing her to feel the ice-cold metal. It was so close to cutting, so very very close. One wrong move and she would be considerably less pretty.\n\n``You know, I can't say that I never thought about doing something like this before,'' Elliot jeered. ``You and your father were always a pain in my ass.'' She traced the blade against her flesh with the metal dancing but not cutting, no... never cutting. Yet, the threat was very real. She wielded it so expertly that it wasn't a stretch to imagine what would happen if that expertise went in another direction. ``All I had to do was make sure that you had your guard down and then I could be rid of you.''\n\nLilith shivered. Those words didn't sound like roleplay, they didn't sound like a part which Elliot was trying to play. They felt like they were coming right from the heart, genuine and terrifying in their delivery.\n\n``Elliot,'' she tried.\n\n``But it would never be that easy, would it?'' Elliot asked, more to herself than Lilith. ``You two were too rich for something like that to fall between the cracks. And once the dominos started coming down, all roads would lead back to me.'' She scoffed and suddenly snapped the knife to the side, delivering a scratch upon her skin. It was a shallow cut, enough to bleed but not wound. Still, it was enough that Lilith hissed, feeling a genuine kind of pain. ``At least, I get to enjoy the perks that come with this job.''\n\n``Elliot!'' Lilith yelped.\n\nElliot scoffed. ``Daddy.''\n\n``What?'' Lilith asked.\n\nElliot reached forward with a hand and grabbed a fistful of Lilith's hair, pressing her face into the sheets of the bed. ``You'll call me Daddy, you silver spoon piece of shit.''\n\nLilith gasped, feeling her blonde locks tugged so very firmly. It ached something fierce. Yet, she couldn't deny that she kind of liked the pain, adored the way that it meddled with her tormented mind. Her erection twitched eagerly, desperate for any sort of stimulation.\n\n``Maybe I should discipline you since your father was always so fucking bad at it,'' Elliot growled, allowing her hand to slip away. She carefully settled down upon the bed, spreading her legs and patting her lap instead. ``Get over here.''\n\nLilith looked at her. ``Why should I?''\n\n``Because you want this more than I do,'' Elliot jeered, still patting.\n\nLilith couldn't deny that as she crawled over, clambered upon Elliot's lap. It felt strange to be there, bent over her knee. It was even stranger to feel her guard grab the back of her panties and pull them down, exposing her tight little backside and adorable coin purse.\n\n``Should we have a safe word?'' Lilith asked.\n\nElliot chuckled at that. ``What are you going to do if I break it?'' She rested a hand against her ass. ``Fire me?'' She drew back and smacked her on the ass, snapping her palm across her flesh. ``Report me to the police? I'd love to see how well that would go for you.''\n\nLilith gasped. ``You wouldn't dare.''\n\n``Perhaps...'' Elliot drew back and smacked her again, harder this time around. The impact left a harsh burn across the surface of Lilith's skin. ``But we're done when I say we're done. Got it?''\n\nLilith didn't dare refute the point. Perhaps it was fitting that she got a taste for what her beloved actors had to endure. Though she knew that Elliot would know her place when it came. The woman was far too addicted to her paycheque to dare risk that.\n\nElliot grabbed the back of her neck within one meaty hand, holding her head steady. At the same time, she used her other hand to smack her rowdy ward on the ass, clapping a hand down upon each of her cheeks, one after another in quick succession.\n\nThe blows were sharp but not as hard as those arms could've provided. Like Lilith had thought, she was holding back.\n\n``I knew you wouldn't actually harm me,'' Lilith teased.\n\nElliot chuckled. ``It's called warm up, princess. Just tenderizing you so I can enjoy myself later without you throwing a hissy fit.''\n\nThe next blow came down differently from the others. The prior few had been open-handed, more shock-inducing due to noise rather than actually painful. A nice treat, a bit of warmth with the embers of a phantom pain.\n\nThis blow was heavy and dull, a closed fist delivered right to her ass cheek. There was nothing to soften the force of it as a firm fist essentially punched her rump. It drove a sharp and smouldering pain deep into her muscles, festering within her flesh like a rot.\n\nLilith yelped, feeling her threshold for pain quickly overruled. Her eyes brimmed with tears and her mouth was left parted in a phantom gasp of displeasure.\n\n``What was that princess?'' Elliot teased, drawing back and striking her again. ``Did you think that I was all talk and no bite?''\n\nLilith growled. ``Don't you fucking dare.''\n\nElliot struck her again, hammering a fist right into her side and delivering an especially hefty blow to her ribs. It hurt something fierce and drove the air right out of Lilith's lungs, causing her to let out this truly pathetic wheezing sound.\n\nLilith squirmed and snivelled, trying her best to get away. Not that she had any success in this endeavour as Elliot's grip remained just as vice-like as before.\n\n``I was in the army, sweetie,'' Elliot teased. ``I know how to hurt people and I know how to hurt them without leaving any lasting damage. You should know how dangerous I really am.'' She growled and dug her fingers into Lilith's flank, raking her flesh with her dull blunted nails. ``So don't test me on what I can and cannot do. It won't end well for you.''\n\nLilith cried out. ``I'm sorry!''\n\n``No, you're not,'' Elliot chided. ``You're a spoiled child who is now realizing that she bit off more than she can chew. If I stop now then you're still going to be an entitled little prick who makes my job difficult.'' She balled her hand into a fist and hit her in the other side, driving that pain deep between her ribs. Not enough to break the bones, or even crack them, but enough that any words died upon the tip of Lilith's tongue. ``So, I'd suggest that you get chewing, princess, because I'm not letting you leave until you're done.''\n\nHer grip was like iron, unforgiving and cold. She held Lilith's head steady, putting her at an immediate disadvantage in terms of any confrontation between them. All she needed was that one spare hand, slapping and punching away. \n\nA rain of blows began to pepper Lilith's fragile flesh as Elliot hit her over and over again. Lilith's ass, sides, and thighs were all fair gain, bearing the entire brunt of her security chief's abuse. Yet, this was good, it proved that she was at least holding back from causing any legitimate harm. Lilith knew enough about anatomy to know that much.\n\n``Are you still fucking hard?'' Elliot asked.\n\nLilith realized that she still was, as stiff as a rock. She flushed and closed her eyes, feeling those hot tears brimming beneath her lids. She hated that this witch of a woman managed to have this sort of power over her.\n\nThen why did I put myself in this position in the first place?\n\n``Can't say that I'm too surprised,'' Elliot ribbed, resting her fist against one of the many soon-to-be bruises left upon Lilith's flesh. They were a roadmap at this point, a journey told in a canvas of colours. ``Considering what you do to some of the people you get in...'' She shook her head. ``How often are you projecting, sweetie.''\n\nLilith growled. ``I'm not...''\n\nShe wasn't allowed to finish that thought as Elliot yanked her hair back, pulling it taut and straining against the roots. This gesture pulled Lilith's face back and forced her to stare at the wall in front of herself. There was now nothing that would dare muffle the sounds of her pain.\n\nElliot lifted the hand away for a moment before she sent it hurtling back down, connecting with Lilith's flank and driving a hot pain deep into her flesh. Then she did so twice more in quick succession, one after another.\n\n``You'll talk when I want you to talk!'' Elliot snarled. ``Say, `yes Daddy'.''\n\nLilith said nothing which resulted in Elliot smacking her firmly on the ass again. Her entire backside glowed and she couldn't help but wonder what shade it must've been. Some of the marks felt shallow and inflamed, a reddish hue. While others felt deeper and longer lasting, maybe blues that would become purples and blacks with time.\n\nIt was so easy to imagine that colour on others but so hard to picture it upon herself. Which made the fact that her cock twitched all the more embarrassing. She tried to tell herself that it was a natural reaction but it was painfully hard to do so. Nearly as hard as her cock.\n\n``What's the matter, toy?'' Elliot asked.\n\nLilith kept her mouth shut, like she'd been told to do. She wasn't about to fall for the oldest trick in the fucking book. Just because she was horny didn't mean that she was stupid.\n\n``Quick learner,'' Elliot teased. She spread her legs further and let go of Lilith's necking, planting her hands upon the bed instead. ``How about you take a seat and I'll help you deal with that hard-on, huh?''\n\nLilith got up, slowly, wanting to take her time and pretend that she wasn't just about to cave in a heartbeat. She turned to look at the woman, hating how blurry her vision had become against the ceaseless river of tears. Her misery was only furthered as she saw that smarmy smile which Elliot was offering, grinning with a cocksure glee.\n\n``What's the matter, toy?'' Elliot asked.\n\nLilith huffed. ``Fuck you.''\n\nElliot barked with laughter, throwing back her head as she bellowed like some sort of comic book villain. ``You know, I'm not going to lie. It's a treat to do this to you.'' She looked off to the side, nodding towards a nearby mirror. ``Want to see my handiwork?''\n\nLilith did so, catching her reflection in the mirror. Her skin was usually a pristine and pure white but this was so removed from that status quo. At this point, she was now marked with swollen reds, beautiful blues, and scratches of a bloodened hue. It was a divine series of colours, something which she would've adored if it was not on her. Though even on her, she could maybe excuse the pain to appreciate the artistic merit of it.\n\n``I don't want to do this,'' Lilith lied.\n\nElliot could tell just how untrue this really was as she simply patted the spot between her legs once again. Her knowing smile refused to falter, reading her like a fucking book. ``Then why are you so fucking hard? Or is that erection just for show?''\n\nLilith balled her hands into fists and turned away from the woman, easing down and settling within her lap. She tried to seem prim and proper, holding her head up high. It was so hard to stay proud in a situation like this. \n\nIt was strange how much larger this woman was than her, easily a head taller and probably twice as heavy when you accounted for all of the muscles within her body. She was easily able to restrain her, draping a meaty arm around her belly and holding her tight.\n\nThat very same hand trailed further down and groped at Lilith's petite erection, feeling it up in the weathered palm of her hand. Elliot was remarkably gentle with it, compared to the beating, stroking it in delicate motions while focusing on the very tip. As Lilith was already wet, this gesture was smooth and frictionless, collecting her lust and using it as a natural form of lubricant.\n\n``Fuck,'' Lilith groaned.\n\nElliot had two hands however. And where there was a carrot, the stick wasn't very far behind.\n\nShe reached up with her other hand and clamped it firmly over Lilith's mouth, creating a seamless barrier of flesh. Her forefinger rested against Lilith's nose and she easily managed to seal her nostrils shut by pinching down with a thumb. In an instant, without warning, her flow of air was utterly gone. \n\nLilith was left to suffocate, squirming feebly and rocking against the hand which sated her. She could try and squirm but she knew that her motions were fleeting compared to what Elliot was truly capable of dishing out.\n\n``I think you're starting to rub off on me,'' Elliot jeered, whispering into her ear. ``I've been around for so many of your films that some of your material is really getting to me.'' She stroked at the tip of Lilith's cock, firmly groping it between two fingers. ``Maybe it's karma that I finally get to give you a taste of your own medicine, huh?''\n\nShe leaned forwards and took Lilith's shoulder into her mouth, biting down on it so very firmly. Her teeth did far more than indent flesh, dishing out a proper meaty chomp. It was like she was some sort of attack dog who was being let off its leash.\n\nHad she broken flesh? The fiery pain certainly made her think as much. Though could her senses really be trusted in this situation?\n\nThis wasn't lovemaking, this was violence. Unfortunately, Lilith had always responded so well to violence. She danced upon the edge of bliss, feeling the bruises on her flesh, the pain inflicted by those teeth, and the first embers of an approaching flame taking root within her lungs.\n\nThis was divine, there was no other way to really describe it.\n\n``You're soaked,'' Elliot jeered. ``If I didn't know any better, I'd assume that you were getting off to this.'' She scoffed. ``Are you?''\n\nLilith groaned, attempting some sort of feeble response. Though it was impossible to get so much as a coherent syllable out from behind that meaty hand asphyxiating her.\n\n``Do you need air?'' Elliot chided.\n\nLilith nodded though she already knew what her guard's response to that would be.\n\n``Well too bad,'' Elliot replied, proving Lilith's assumptions absolutely correct. ``You can have it once I'm done with you.''\n\nAnd then for good measure, she clamped her teeth down for a second time, biting just as firmly as before and really digging those teeth in. Those sharp canines ached something fierce, sending these sharp fiery thunderclaps of pain rocketing throughout her body.\n\n``Pathetic,'' Elliot jeered. ``Not even trying to get away.''\n\nLilith whimpered and put up the barest amount of resistance, squirming for the sake of squirming and not actually trying to escape. She knew how pathetic she must've seemed, hard and complacent to this abuse. \n\nWhere was her fire, her gusto, her sadistic drive to keep going?\n\nShe wasn't someone meant to be tamed. Yet...\n\nWith her inhibitions bleeding away, she rocked forwards, feeling a growing heat within her core. Her belly was an inferno, her flesh on fire, and her lungs smouldered with all the fury of a volcano that was primed to go off.\n\nHow long had it been? Seconds? Minutes? It was hard to focus as her grasp on reality grew increasingly flimsy. Was she about to pass out? It felt like her vision was starting to narrow, like her brain was beginning to run low on air.\n\nElliot just kept stroking, gliding her hand up and down in curt motions. She was a woman on a mission and seemed utterly fixated on the goal ahead.\n\nAnd Lilith was only mortal. She felt that heat in her core finally let loose as her erection twitched within the other woman's hand. Her seed came bubbling forth, pathetic and thin after so long on her current hormonal regime.\n\nYet, it was still a surrender, a clear admission of defeat.\n\nElliot scoffed. ``Pathetic child.'' \n\nShe finally drew her hand away from Lilith's mouth. \n\nLilith promptly gasped for air, sounding pathetic as she wolfed it down with a desperation that felt humiliating. ``Fuck you!''\n\nElliot shook her head and tossed Lilith to the side. She then got up and brushed off her pants. ``Well, that was fun, Lily.'' She didn't linger for long as she soon made a move for the door, smirking as she walked away. ``But someone has to put out all of your fires.''\n\nLilith lifted a hand to try and stop her but it was too late as the woman slipped out of the room, leaving her alone once again. She stared at the door, blinking. Her mind was still two steps behind, sluggish as she tried to figure out what the fuck had just happened.\n\nShe looked down at herself, seeing her absolutely ruined state.\n\n``This...'' Lilith shook her head and lunged to the side, grabbing a notepad from her bedside table. ``Gives me a fantastic idea for a movie!''\n\n"
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"writing": "When Stanley Kubrick did a film, he averaged thirty takes per scene. During the Shining, this figure sometimes ballooned to well over a hundred, testing the limits of the actors and staff who were attached to his deranged genius.\n\nAnd to this day, he was considered one of the greats of cinema. The very definition of a brilliant mind who the critics happily jerked off and the talentless hacks nagged about being overrated.\n\nLilith didn't have the luxury of thirty takes. She could practice and practice, conditioning the actors who she used. Yet, training could only go so far. When the chips were down and the cameras were rolling, she had exactly one take to get everything right. One take or she'd have to repeat weeks of work to return to this point in her production.\n\nShe looked in the little preview screen of her camera, ensuring that it was trained upon the two actors in front of her. Once confirmed that her camera was taking in what she wanted to film, she looked up at the real scene in front of her.\n\nThe lighting was dimmed, giving it this grim and moody quality, like a dungeon or ceremonial chamber. Artifacts and totems littered the wall and in the centre of the space was an ornate table which seemed to be carved out of obsidian with a single beam of light descending upon it from above. Though Lilith knew that this was all part of the show, props which cost a fraction of the real things.\n\nOne of the actors was bound to this table, wearing a white dress and staring up at the ceiling. Her eyes were blown out and dopey, embraced with a pleasant shroud of intoxication. She was like a maiden in one of those old films from the thirties, the sacrifice who would've been made to King Kong in order to placate the wild beast's feral soul.\n\nThe other figure was a man who wore a long black robe and this mask upon his face which screamed that it held some sort of mystical origin. In his hand was an obsidian dagger, honed to such a sharpness that the brackish black reflected light, glinting in the middle of the room. This was very much not a prop, being deadly and real, having weight and lethal substance.\n\nHe looked anxious, glancing towards Lilith. Though she had a feeling that his gaze went to the armed guard who lingered right behind her. She could hear the gentleman's gun jostle, ever so slightly. A show of force to help... entice the labour into acting properly.\n\nLilith started recording and then lifted her hand, snapping her fingers together. The note very well could've been a gunshot for how much it made the actor flinch. ``And action!''\n\nThe actor looked down at the dagger and then at the maiden, appraising her purposefully. He started to move around the table, standing behind it and placing it between himself and the camera, giving the prospective audience an excellent opportunity to see what was about to unfold.\n\nIt was a beautiful sight, making Lilith shift in her seat. She felt as a certain something started to harden below the waist. That could wait until she got around to editing. It was only a distraction at this moment.\n\nShe needed her complete and undivided attention when rolling.\n\n``I make this sacrifice to you, Cthulhu!'' the man shouted, looking up towards the ceiling of the set and spreading his arms in some sort of sadistic reverence. ``Please accept this and return to our mortal world to help cleanse it of its many imperfections.''\n\nLovecraft himself would love this performance.\n\nHe grabbed the blade in both hands and lifted it high above the actress' chest. She looked up and smiled at him, giggling.\n\nNot ideal but perhaps I can work in a story explanation.\n\nThe man snarled and plunged the blade down, stabbing it right into the actress' chest. It punched into the centre of it, piercing thin fabric, flesh, muscles, arteries, lungs, and finally her heart. The actress let out this deathly gasp with red snapping free from her parted lips. A few violent spurts of her life started to rupture forth from the wound, coating the blade and staining the actor's hands and sleeves.\n\nPerfect, perfect, all you need to do is nail the landing...\n\n``Oh my god!'' the man shouted, his character breaking in an instance. ``I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm so so sorry.''\n\nBut the actress was too dead to hear it.\n\nLilith felt her expression slip and her hardon fade in an instant. She growled and turned off the camera, staring at the black preview screen. The woman who looked back at her was tired with hollow eyes and a tensed jaw.\n\nShe was the very textbook example of a passoid with hollow cheeks, clear skin properly manicured with make-up, shoulder length blonde hair that didn't have so much as a single split end, and a lithe frame that bordered on anorexic. This was as close to a cis woman as her inheritance would allow her to achieve.\n\nHer green eyes darted away from the little screen as she instead looked right at the actor. He seemed to have realized his mistake, stepping back and lifting his hands defensively.\n\n``I'm sorry!'' he yelped. ``I just...'' He looked at his palms, seeing the way that the woman's blood still coated them. ``I... I can't do this, ma'am. Please don't make me do this.''\n\nLilith carefully got out of her director's chair, smoothing out her pricy white blouse before slipping her hands into the pockets of her designer pants. She moved towards the stage, like a big cat who wanted nothing more than to devour the scared deer who had offered up a morsel of its flesh for a meal.\n\nShe reached the girl's corpse and looked down at it, seeing her grey lifeless eyes and the smile she had offered upon her death. Her thin white dress was stained with so much of that pretty red, pooling out across her torso and draining down her belly, soaking into the material.\n\nIt was a gorgeous sight, perfectly artistic. Black, red, and white, the perfect combination of colours, her favourite to use in productions of this calibre. These were the very same colours which had won Spielberg a whole collection of Oscars.\n\nIf only this absolute idiot could've nailed the landing!\n\nShe drew a hand out of her pocket and wrapped her fingers around the handle of the blade. ``The scene was nearly perfect, Julian.''\n\n``My name isn't...'' the man tried.\n\nLilith grunted and ripped the blade right out of her girl's chest. Hot viscera and blood sprouted forth, belching from the fresh wound. It hadn't been long enough for it to start to clot. This crimson dripped from the blade, leaving a small trail of droplets as she held it against her side. ``You get me kicked me out of film school, Julian, and then you fuck with my movies.'' She looked up at the ceiling, at where heaven supposedly was. ``Fuck you.''\n\nShe snapped her gaze towards the actor and snarled. ``You had two more lines to deliver!'' She used her other hand to show off those two fingers. A small number when it was life or death on the line. ``Two little lines, twenty words. Was it really so hard to keep your composure to deliver them?''\n\n``I'm sorry!'' the man yelped. ``I... I saw her die and I just...'' He held up his hands to shield himself. ``I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm...''\n\nLilith hated this snivelling, despised his begging and pleading. \n\nThis was supposed to be the ward of Cthulhu, the man destined to rule as the yellow king over humanity? Don't make me laugh!\n\nShe lunged towards him and knocked him to the ground. There was surprising strength in a girl like her, this desperate power that really shined in moments like these.\n\nYet, the man didn't even have the strength to push her back. All he could do was shield himself from her fury, still whimpering like a fucking child. It was all so pathetic. \n\nShe snarled and decided to show the actor what he was supposed to do with a very firm example. The blade came crashing down and pierced right into his chest, not blunted in the slightest as she punched through flesh and cracked bones, forcing her way into the soft organs below. The actor made a gurgling noise as his lungs had obviously taken the brunt of the blow, filling with his blood as it sputtered forth from between his lips.\n\nYet, he lived, feebly trying to stop her. So, Lilith continued to stab him again and again, hammering the blade into his chest over and over.\n\nIt wasn't long before the actor went completely limp. But that didn't stop Lilith as she just kept hammering the blade into him, yelling in this feral way. She felt red gush out, splattering up in geysers. It sprayed against her blouse, coated her sleeves, bathed her hands, and even splattered against her face in bloody strands. It was hard to believe that a human possessed so much of this stuff but it seemed that there was no end to the gore in sight.\n\nHonestly, the bath of viscera was kind of cathartic, tapering Lilith's aggravation. The hot blood had a way of soothing her senses it would seem.\n\nOnce more, there was life below her belt, a certain something tugging against the front of her pants. She reached down and groped it, shivering as she stroked it through the tight material.\n\nShe dropped the blade and looked down at her other hand and then at the body she was straddling. There went weeks of work, gone down the drain in less than five minutes. Now she'd need to buy two more actors, take time to train them, and then get them conditioned to repeat this pesky scene.\n\nAt least Kubrick had the luxury of not having to replace his actors when there was a mistake like this in one of his scenes.\n\n``Fuck me,'' Lilith whispered. \n\nShe reached into her breast pocket and plucked out a green pack of cigarettes. Her hand was shaking as she grabbed one, popping it between her lips. Though it seemed that she had covered the filter in blood as she tasted the rich copper of the man's life. \n\nWhat did she care? It wasn't like she hadn't tasted it before.\n\nShe looked to the side and saw the guard, his dark complexion steeled into a serious scowl. He was trying to play tough but Lilith knew that she had gotten to him with his little display. It was evident in the way that he failed to look at her.\n\n``Do you happen to have a lighter, dear?'' Lilith asked, flashing a smile. She wondered if there was blood upon her teeth.\n\nThe guard nodded. ``Y-yes, ma'am.''\n\nHe came over and reached into his pocket, grabbing a small blue lighter. As he drew near, Lilith could see that his hands were shaking.\n\nWas he worried that she'd pick him next?\n\n``Don't worry,'' Lilith teased. ``You don't seem like you'd make a very good actor.'' She scoffed and looked at his chocolate hands. ``And I think Lovecraft would roll in his grave if I thought about casting you for the part.''\n\nThis seemed to steady his hand as he snapped a flame to life. Lilith leaned in and lit the tip of her cigarette with it, inhaling and drawing in that soothing burn of menthol. It helped, a little, settling those frayed nerves of hers.\n\n``Thank you,'' Lilith said.\n\nAs her composure started to mend, she looked down at the mess all around her, groaning. It hurt to see nearly a million dollars wasted like this.\n\n``Carlos is going to have a fucking field day,'' Lilith muttered. She realized that she was still straddling that corpse. So, she stood up, getting off of it. ``That prick is already charging me through the nose for fucking labour.''\n\nShe scoffed.\n\nWhatever, she was good for the money.\n\n[hr] \n\n``Carlos, sweetie!'' Lilith called, glancing down at the phone on her bathroom counter.\n\nA pause.\n\n``Lilith, for what do I owe the displeasure?'' A gruff voice grumbled, sighing. ``Oh... and this early in the morning too. Yippie.''\n\nLilith glanced at the time on her phone, seeing that she could perhaps have saved this call for a couple hours when the mere mortals would normally be awake.\n\nYet, he didn't seem tired. A fact which was only reinforced as she heard a feminine voice in his background scream: `help me!' at the top of their lungs. It would appear that he wasn't idle during the twilight hours either.\n\n``She seems feisty,'' Lilith teased.\n\nCarlos scoffed. ``It's a work in progress.''\n\n``How is Kimmy doing?'' Lilith asked.\n\nShe looked down at her hands, seeing the way that the warm water was starting to wash away the blood. It got rid of so much of it, staining the water pink before it went swirling down the drain. But she knew that it wasn't going to be an easy feat to get rid of it all.\n\nAs she looked in the bathroom mirror, she could tell that her blouse was a lost cause and she very much doubted that even her black pants could survive a blood stain that pronounced. A shame, she really liked this outfit. Maybe they still sold it at that boutique in Milan.\n\n``It's fine,'' Carlos said, sighing. ``I take it that your latest movie shoot didn't go well?''\n\nLilith smirked. ``What gives you that impression?''\n\n``Because you're calling me,'' Carlos replied, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth. ``How many `actors' do you need this time?''\n\n``Two,'' Lilith replied, rubbing the blood out from between her knuckles. ``If you could find me another surrogate for Cthulhu and another sacrificial virgins, that would be golden. Do you still have the character sheets that I sent you?''\n\nCarlos paused, calling off into the distance. ``I might've just found you a new home.''\n\n``Oh god,'' the new acquisition whimpered. A perfectly pathetic creature. Just what Lilith was looking for with this character.\n\n``I should be able to help you out,'' Carlos said, chuckling. ``Honestly, you'd be doing me a favour.''\n\n``Are you willing to take half a million a head?'' Lilith asked, winking at herself in the mirror. ``Considering that I'm doing you a favour.''\n\n``Always willing to cut a deal with a repeat customer,'' Carlos grumbled. ``You might need to dye the girl's hair though.''\n\n``Bleach is pennies on the dollar in the grand scheme of things,'' Lilith said.\n\nCarlos scoffed. ``Fair enough. I'll try and bring them around in the next week or so. I was planning a little trip out there anyways.''\n\n``Send me your details and I'll have Anthony make something special for you and Kimmy,'' Lilith said, blowing him a kiss. ``And please send your pet my regards. It's been far too long since I got to say hello to it.''\n\n``Will do,'' Carlos said.\n\nA pause and then the line clicked, going dead.\n\n``Would it kill him to say bye?'' Lilith grumbled.\n\nMaybe it would. Carlos seemed like the type who would break if forced to offer up even the slightest common courtesy.\n\nLilith shook her head and instead focused on her work. She broke out the good stuff, this harsh orange exfoliant scrub which was apparently used in metal shops to work away the grease left on people's hands. It helped get those pesky splotches of red off of her skin though ached something fierce as she just kept scrubbing away. She would endure; used to aching for beauty.\n\nHer bathroom door opened and a figure stepped inside, thudding towards her.\n\n``Hello Elliot,'' Lilith greeted. She looked in the mirror and saw the total beast of a woman right behind her. \n\nElliot was easily six feet tall and made of solid granite with a strong full-bodied build. There was a seemingly permanent scowl affixed to her weathered face and short salt and pepper hair clung to her scalp. She was perhaps fifty, maybe a little older than that, looking the part with numerous little scars and wrinkles blemishing her complexion. Each felt like they held a story worth telling.\n\nHer attire was authoritarian, professional, looking much like a soldier for hire tamed by the reality of this fucked up little world. She was certainly dressed for the part with heavy combat boots, well-tailored dress pants, and a crisp suit jacket which had been left open to expose her bullet proof vest.\n\n``I have another guard threatening to resign,'' Elliot said. ``Something about watching you kill someone in cold blood.''\n\n``Most of my kills are done in cold blood,'' Lilith teased, looking back at herself in the mirror.\n\nElliot scoffed. ``As I understand it, you had the situation perfectly under control and could've easily sent him into a neighbouring room before pouncing.''\n\n``I was spurred on by my muse,'' Lilith replied, happy that the red was finally scrubbed from her flesh as she looked at her now spotless hands. ``You know how I get whenever it comes to my muse.''\n\n``And I've told you before that my guards can only handle so much of `your muse' before they start to break under the pressure,'' Elliot said, shaking her head. She diverted course and instead leaned against one of the bathroom walls, folding her meaty arms in front of her chest. ``They need a layer of disconnection from your fucked up little game, Lily.''\n\nLilith grunted. ``It's Lilith, Elliot. I'm not a teenager anymore. And they're movies... not games.''\n\nElliot responded by scoffing. It would seem that she didn't care about these little truths. ``You could've fooled me.''\n\nLilith reached for her blouse, starting to snap open the buttons on it, one after another. ``Just offer the man a bonus and I'll do better to avoid having him around for my next film.'' She shook her head, muttering under her breath. ``Probably just trying to extort me if anything.''\n\n``Money can only do so much,'' Elliot said. ``I don't mean to nag the point but your hobby is kind of extremely fucked up, dear.''\n\nLilith snorted. ``Yes, mother.''\n\n``Look, I tolerate it,'' Elliot said. ``Because I like your money and I liked your father. But trust me, these guards will break eventually and when they do, we'll be between a rock and a hard place where they want to run to the authorities instead of taking a payout from you.''\n\n``Everyone has a price.'' Lilith finally shed her blouse. As she held it, she could see just how soaked it was with blood. So, she tossed it into the blue bio bag that was next to her hamper. ``Going to the authorities won't pay them a Christmas bonus. And what else am I going to do with Daddy's money.''\n\n``Speaking of which...'' Elliot went on.\n\nLilith groaned. ``Oh boy.''\n\n``People are starting to ask if you ever actually intend to do something with your father's assets,'' Elliot commented, coming over and standing beside her. She was looking at herself in the mirror, rubbing at her wrinkles. ``Your father was a philanthropist who put a small, yet adequate, portion of his money to good use.''\n\nLilith shed her pants and tossed them into the bio bag as well. At least her bra and panties had been saved from the bloodshed. ``I'm aware.''\n\n``And people are starting to ask if you intend to follow suit or stay reclusive for the rest of your life,'' Elliot needled.\n\n``Nothing wrong with being reclusive,'' Lilith chided. ``There's a reason why people talk about Bezos and Musk and not Buffet. Do you know why?''\n\n``Why?'' Elliot grumbled.\n\n``Because Buffet knows how to keep his fucking head down,'' Lilith said, grinning at her. ``Plus, my father's company runs itself at this point.''\n\n``It wouldn't kill you to at least speak to the board on occasion,'' Elliot said.\n\nLilith scoffed. ``Why? I have a film degree and know absolutely nothing about business. I'm sure Jules is doing a perfectly fine job of keeping it in the black or whatever.''\n\n``He was fired and replaced with Kathryn Wayne three months ago,'' Elliot said.\n\n``Oh.'' Lilith scoffed. ``Then send her a fruit basket or something. I just want to be left to my devices. Is that really too much to ask for?''\n\n``Being left to your devices leads to more questions than if you were to engage with the public,'' Elliot said. ``Your father also had rather unsavoury hobbies that involved his receptionists. But no one had any idea because he knew how to put on a smokescreen. You're a billionaire, sweetheart, live a little and start acting like it.''\n\nLilith grunted. She didn't like to think about her father like that.\n\n``Also, since we're on the subject, Representative Hughs called,'' Elliot said.\n\nLilith scoffed. ``Does he want money?''\n\n``No, he wants your company,'' Elliot replied, rolling her eyes. ``Yes, he wants your money.''\n\n``Is he a Democrat or a Republican?'' Lilith asked, studying herself in the mirror. There wasn't so much as a speck of blood left upon her. It was like her little whoopsie had never happened in the first place.\n\nElliot looked at her. ``Republican.''\n\n``Don't they hate people like me?'' Lilith asked.\n\n``They hate poor people like you,'' Elliot corrected, examining her employer's hands. She seemed pleased that they were no longer red, nodding to herself. ``He specifically mentioned that your father claimed that you were one of the good ones.''\n\n``And why do I need to give him money?'' Lilith followed up.\n\nElliot snorted. ``Because you're a billionaire and are expected to engage in civic shit.''\n\n``Uh huh,'' Lilith said, taking a closer look at her makeup. It had survived surprisingly well. ``And the actual reason?''\n\n``When your father was a piece of shit, Hughs covered for him with the local sheriffs. Made sure that a whole lot of shit got swept under the rug,'' Elliot explained. ``And this district isn't going blue anytime soon. So, think of it as you paying for protection for the next two years.''\n\nLilith nodded. ``Then make sure that Hughs gets his cut. He sounds like an upstanding gentleman who I can trust to uphold my values in Washington.''\n\n``He'll be very happy to hear you say that,'' Elliot replied, pushing away from the wall. ``Now for my next pressing matter. I've drafted you a list of possible activities to go to in the coming week. I'd strongly suggest that you partake in at least a couple of them.''\n\n``I have no interest in doing whatever you have planned,'' Lilith grumbled.\n\nElliot braced a hand against the bathroom counter, gripping it. Her brow was knitted, tense, like her posture. ``You don't even know what they are yet.''\n\n``It's either some charity bullshit, business bullshit, or a combination of the two,'' Lilith said. ``I have no interest in slumming it with those philistines who don't give a shit about my work.''\n\n``And if you want to keep doing your work then you have to at least pretend to play your role in this.'' Elliot was now growling, clearly reaching the end of her rope\n\n``No,'' Lilith shot back.\n\n``You're acting spoiled,'' Elliot grumbled. ``And I'm not asking.''\n\n``Remember your place,'' Lilith snapped right on back at her, turning to face her. She folded her hand in front of her chest and looked up, not flinching in the face of this beast. ``Don't forget who...''\n\nShe wasn't able to finish her statement as Elliot grabbed a fistful of her pretty blonde hair, pulling back on it sharply. Her grip was firm as she yanked Lilith's locks to a painful degree, just shy of ripping them right out of her scalp.\n\n``Listen, you little shit,'' Elliot snarled. ``I am willing to clean up your messes but you need to help me out here. At the rate you're burning through my staff and your `talent', you are going to end up as the centrepiece of a snuff version of the Epstein list and I would very much appreciate not getting caught up in all of that.''\n\n``Elliot,'' Lilith groaned.\n\n``I'm not done,'' Elliot kept on growling, pressing forward and smacking Lilith's face against the glass. It was hard enough that her world swam but not so hard that the glass was damaged by the impact. The joys of a quality bathroom. ``You will take my advice, respect my advice, and heed my advice going forward. I am not telling you that you need to do something because I think you need to be social. I am telling you that you need to do something because I don't want my ass attached to yours when you eventually come crashing down like fucking Icarus.'' She sighed. ``Was that example adequately pretentious for you?''\n\nShe finally spun Lilith around and glowered at her, looking so stern and commanding.\n\nLilith opened her mouth. ``I...'' She swallowed that lump in her throat. ``I will work on...'' She closed her eyes, trying to still her frantically hammering heart. It turned out that money only had so much power when the chips were squared away against actual strength. ``I'll do better. I promise.''\n\n``You fucking better,'' Elliot said, finally letting go of her hair. She instead gripped her cheeks, forcing her to hold eye contact. ``I've known you since you were a kid, Lily. You were never a good one but I know how to be loyal to the hand that feeds. So, please give me the tools I need to help you stay out of trouble. I really am on your side here.''\n\nLilith flushed.\n\nWhy was...\n\nThat flush turned to a proper blush as she felt something harden below the waist. How did she get fucking hard at that?\n\n``Do you understand?'' Elliot asked.\n\nLilith nodded. ``Yes, Mommy.''\n\nFuck!\n\nElliot paused, looking her in the eye. Her expression twisted to disgust pretty quickly as she frantically shook her head. ``Not what I was going for.''\n\n``I'm sorry!'' Lilith blurted. ``You...''\n\n``I'm like your fucking mother, Lily,'' Elliot groaned, taking a step back. ``Do not...''\n\n``Not helping!'' Lilith exclaimed.\n\nElliot cradled her temple between a forefinger and thumb. ``I'm not even going to touch that one.'' She looked right at Lilith, lifting a brow before purposefully looking down her body. She scoffed at what she saw below the waist. ``And... of course you're rock hard.''\n\n``Shut the fuck up!'' Lilith yelped.\n\nElliot snarled and snapped forwards, closing the gap and cramming her lips against Lilith's own. It seemed that her own inhibitions burned away pretty quickly as she shoved her tongue right into Lilith's mouth. \n\nLilith let out a shocked little noise but went along for the ride, dancing her tongue around her guard's own. Elliot tasted of cigarettes and age, like a fine whiskey turned foul. Their union lasted for several long and blissful moments before the two of them reluctantly pulled away from one another.\n\n``What am I doing?'' Elliot asked herself.\n\nLilith blinked. ``I don't know but it was good.''\n\n``I'm mixing work with pleasure,'' Elliot grumbled, pushing herself away. ``My apologies. That was unprofessional of me.''\n\nLilith chuckled, covering her face with a hand. ``Is that what you're worried about?'' She shook her head. ``Come on, Elliot, you just talked about me having to know my place. I'm sure you could help beat that lesson into me.''\n\n``What?'' Elliot asked.\n\nLilith came forth and took her guard's hand, easing it open and pressing her throat right into her opened grasp. Her Adam's Apple rested against her palm as if beaconing her to do something about it. ``Come on. Put me in my place.''\n\n``Are you some sort of degenerate?'' Elliot asked before answering her own question by looking at the bio bag full of bloodied clothes off to the side. ``Never mind.''\n\nShe mulled over the statement before drawing that hand up and clutching Lilith's cheeks again. Though she had a very different demeanour about her as she brushed her thumb to the side, holding it over her ward's lips.\n\n``This is fucked,'' Elliot grumbled\n\nLilith grinned. ``Worried that I'll rat you out?''\n\nElliot answered her by forcing her thumb between those plush lips, pushing it well into her mouth and down upon her tongue. She held it there, scowling as she did so. ``Not going to lie, I've thought about hurting your overprivileged pampered ass before.'' She took a step forward, forcing Lilith?s ass against the sink. ``Thought about it since you were in high school and I had to pay off the parents of those fucking cheerleaders.''\n\nLilith whimpered as she felt that thumb go deeper. Not all the way to the gag reflex but definitely pushing towards it.\n\n``I've wanted to hurt you for all the stress you put me through when you were busy blowing Daddy's money back in college,'' Elliot snarled, pressing down on her tongue firmly enough to actually start to hurt. ``And then all that shit you pulled with Julian.'' She shook her head. ``Maybe I should finally just put you out of my misery.''\n\nLilith's eyes widened.\n\n``But thankfully, I love your money too much to do something stupid like that,'' Elliot said, letting out these dark notes of mirth.\n\nShe yanked her hand free from Lilith's mouth and stepped away, giving her a little bit of room to recuperate. Though she wasn't idle for very long as she instead hooked two fingers between the cups on her ward's bra, forcing her forwards under the threat of snapping open the pricy garment.\n\n``I could fire you for this,'' Lilith whispered, barely able to speak. Her mind was running at a million miles per hour, somehow being both too fast and too sluggish to properly react to this. But even in this state she knew that the threat was hollow.\n\n``Could you?'' Elliot asked, grinning. ``I know where all of the bodies are, sweetheart.'' She winked at her and clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, mimicking the sound of a gun cocking. ``And more importantly, everyone in this building is loyal to me first and you second. So...'' She drew her hand upwards, away from Lilith's bra, and flicked her on the chin with that very same finger. ``I dare you to try.''\n\nLilith shivered. Why did that sound so fucking hot?\n\nElliot gripped the back of Lilith's neck and started to move her towards the door, marching her there without permission. ``Because you're a fucked up little freak who desperately wants a father figure. It's obviously become some sort of weird sex thing for you.'' She shrugged, squeezing a bit harder. ``But what do I know? I'm not a fucking therapist.''\n\nLilith couldn't have predicted that something like this would happen. Elliot was very much old enough to be her father. Did they even have trans people back in her day? Could she even be attracted to somebody like her?\n\nAll she knew was that she didn't try and fight back, wincing due to how firmly Elliot was crushing her skin. It seemed that she was serious about applying some pain, wanting to prove that her leverage was very real.\n\nIt certainly didn't help that life pulsed below Lilith's belt. Her panties bulged against the strain of her cock, proving just how horny she was for all this.\n\nElliot marched her over to the bed and tossed her upon it without ceremony. It was like she was an object and not a person, not worthy of tenderness in the slightest.\n\n``Don't worry, Lily, I know that you like it rough,'' Elliot jeered.\n\nLilith growled. ``Don't call me...''\n\nShe was cut off as she saw Elliot step to the side of the bed. The woman had pulled out a switchblade, snapping it open and making sure that the girl could see the way it glimmered in the light. This metal was pristine, flawless, and extremely deadly.\n\n``Gift from your father,'' Elliot said. ``Gave it to me for my tenth year of service. Pretty cool, huh?''\n\nShe brought it over to Lilith's cheek, holding the blunted edge against it and allowing her to feel the ice-cold metal. It was so close to cutting, so very very close. One wrong move and she would be considerably less pretty.\n\n``You know, I can't say that I never thought about doing something like this before,'' Elliot jeered. ``You and your father were always a pain in my ass.'' She traced the blade against her flesh with the metal dancing but not cutting, no... never cutting. Yet, the threat was very real. She wielded it so expertly that it wasn't a stretch to imagine what would happen if that expertise went in another direction. ``All I had to do was make sure that you had your guard down and then I could be rid of you.''\n\nLilith shivered. Those words didn't sound like roleplay, they didn't sound like a part which Elliot was trying to play. They felt like they were coming right from the heart, genuine and terrifying in their delivery.\n\n``Elliot,'' she tried.\n\n``But it would never be that easy, would it?'' Elliot asked, more to herself than Lilith. ``You two were too rich for something like that to fall between the cracks. And once the dominos started coming down, all roads would lead back to me.'' She scoffed and suddenly snapped the knife to the side, delivering a scratch upon her skin. It was a shallow cut, enough to bleed but not wound. Still, it was enough that Lilith hissed, feeling a genuine kind of pain. ``At least, I get to enjoy the perks that come with this job.''\n\n``Elliot!'' Lilith yelped.\n\nElliot scoffed. ``Daddy.''\n\n``What?'' Lilith asked.\n\nElliot reached forward with a hand and grabbed a fistful of Lilith's hair, pressing her face into the sheets of the bed. ``You'll call me Daddy, you silver spoon piece of shit.''\n\nLilith gasped, feeling her blonde locks tugged so very firmly. It ached something fierce. Yet, she couldn't deny that she kind of liked the pain, adored the way that it meddled with her tormented mind. Her erection twitched eagerly, desperate for any sort of stimulation.\n\n``Maybe I should discipline you since your father was always so fucking bad at it,'' Elliot growled, allowing her hand to slip away. She carefully settled down upon the bed, spreading her legs and patting her lap instead. ``Get over here.''\n\nLilith looked at her. ``Why should I?''\n\n``Because you want this more than I do,'' Elliot jeered, still patting.\n\nLilith couldn't deny that as she crawled over, clambered upon Elliot's lap. It felt strange to be there, bent over her knee. It was even stranger to feel her guard grab the back of her panties and pull them down, exposing her tight little backside and adorable coin purse.\n\n``Should we have a safe word?'' Lilith asked.\n\nElliot chuckled at that. ``What are you going to do if I break it?'' She rested a hand against her ass. ``Fire me?'' She drew back and smacked her on the ass, snapping her palm across her flesh. ``Report me to the police? I'd love to see how well that would go for you.''\n\nLilith gasped. ``You wouldn't dare.''\n\n``Perhaps...'' Elliot drew back and smacked her again, harder this time around. The impact left a harsh burn across the surface of Lilith's skin. ``But we're done when I say we're done. Got it?''\n\nLilith didn't dare refute the point. Perhaps it was fitting that she got a taste for what her beloved actors had to endure. Though she knew that Elliot would know her place when it came. The woman was far too addicted to her paycheque to dare risk that.\n\nElliot grabbed the back of her neck within one meaty hand, holding her head steady. At the same time, she used her other hand to smack her rowdy ward on the ass, clapping a hand down upon each of her cheeks, one after another in quick succession.\n\nThe blows were sharp but not as hard as those arms could've provided. Like Lilith had thought, she was holding back.\n\n``I knew you wouldn't actually harm me,'' Lilith teased.\n\nElliot chuckled. ``It's called warm up, princess. Just tenderizing you so I can enjoy myself later without you throwing a hissy fit.''\n\nThe next blow came down differently from the others. The prior few had been open-handed, more shock-inducing due to noise rather than actually painful. A nice treat, a bit of warmth with the embers of a phantom pain.\n\nThis blow was heavy and dull, a closed fist delivered right to her ass cheek. There was nothing to soften the force of it as a firm fist essentially punched her rump. It drove a sharp and smouldering pain deep into her muscles, festering within her flesh like a rot.\n\nLilith yelped, feeling her threshold for pain quickly overruled. Her eyes brimmed with tears and her mouth was left parted in a phantom gasp of displeasure.\n\n``What was that princess?'' Elliot teased, drawing back and striking her again. ``Did you think that I was all talk and no bite?''\n\nLilith growled. ``Don't you fucking dare.''\n\nElliot struck her again, hammering a fist right into her side and delivering an especially hefty blow to her ribs. It hurt something fierce and drove the air right out of Lilith's lungs, causing her to let out this truly pathetic wheezing sound.\n\nLilith squirmed and snivelled, trying her best to get away. Not that she had any success in this endeavour as Elliot's grip remained just as vice-like as before.\n\n``I was in the army, sweetie,'' Elliot teased. ``I know how to hurt people and I know how to hurt them without leaving any lasting damage. You should know how dangerous I really am.'' She growled and dug her fingers into Lilith's flank, raking her flesh with her dull blunted nails. ``So don't test me on what I can and cannot do. It won't end well for you.''\n\nLilith cried out. ``I'm sorry!''\n\n``No, you're not,'' Elliot chided. ``You're a spoiled child who is now realizing that she bit off more than she can chew. If I stop now then you're still going to be an entitled little prick who makes my job difficult.'' She balled her hand into a fist and hit her in the other side, driving that pain deep between her ribs. Not enough to break the bones, or even crack them, but enough that any words died upon the tip of Lilith's tongue. ``So, I'd suggest that you get chewing, princess, because I'm not letting you leave until you're done.''\n\nHer grip was like iron, unforgiving and cold. She held Lilith's head steady, putting her at an immediate disadvantage in terms of any confrontation between them. All she needed was that one spare hand, slapping and punching away. \n\nA rain of blows began to pepper Lilith's fragile flesh as Elliot hit her over and over again. Lilith's ass, sides, and thighs were all fair gain, bearing the entire brunt of her security chief's abuse. Yet, this was good, it proved that she was at least holding back from causing any legitimate harm. Lilith knew enough about anatomy to know that much.\n\n``Are you still fucking hard?'' Elliot asked.\n\nLilith realized that she still was, as stiff as a rock. She flushed and closed her eyes, feeling those hot tears brimming beneath her lids. She hated that this witch of a woman managed to have this sort of power over her.\n\nThen why did I put myself in this position in the first place?\n\n``Can't say that I'm too surprised,'' Elliot ribbed, resting her fist against one of the many soon-to-be bruises left upon Lilith's flesh. They were a roadmap at this point, a journey told in a canvas of colours. ``Considering what you do to some of the people you get in...'' She shook her head. ``How often are you projecting, sweetie.''\n\nLilith growled. ``I'm not...''\n\nShe wasn't allowed to finish that thought as Elliot yanked her hair back, pulling it taut and straining against the roots. This gesture pulled Lilith's face back and forced her to stare at the wall in front of herself. There was now nothing that would dare muffle the sounds of her pain.\n\nElliot lifted the hand away for a moment before she sent it hurtling back down, connecting with Lilith's flank and driving a hot pain deep into her flesh. Then she did so twice more in quick succession, one after another.\n\n``You'll talk when I want you to talk!'' Elliot snarled. ``Say, `yes Daddy'.''\n\nLilith said nothing which resulted in Elliot smacking her firmly on the ass again. Her entire backside glowed and she couldn't help but wonder what shade it must've been. Some of the marks felt shallow and inflamed, a reddish hue. While others felt deeper and longer lasting, maybe blues that would become purples and blacks with time.\n\nIt was so easy to imagine that colour on others but so hard to picture it upon herself. Which made the fact that her cock twitched all the more embarrassing. She tried to tell herself that it was a natural reaction but it was painfully hard to do so. Nearly as hard as her cock.\n\n``What's the matter, toy?'' Elliot asked.\n\nLilith kept her mouth shut, like she'd been told to do. She wasn't about to fall for the oldest trick in the fucking book. Just because she was horny didn't mean that she was stupid.\n\n``Quick learner,'' Elliot teased. She spread her legs further and let go of Lilith's necking, planting her hands upon the bed instead. ``How about you take a seat and I'll help you deal with that hard-on, huh?''\n\nLilith got up, slowly, wanting to take her time and pretend that she wasn't just about to cave in a heartbeat. She turned to look at the woman, hating how blurry her vision had become against the ceaseless river of tears. Her misery was only furthered as she saw that smarmy smile which Elliot was offering, grinning with a cocksure glee.\n\n``What's the matter, toy?'' Elliot asked.\n\nLilith huffed. ``Fuck you.''\n\nElliot barked with laughter, throwing back her head as she bellowed like some sort of comic book villain. ``You know, I'm not going to lie. It's a treat to do this to you.'' She looked off to the side, nodding towards a nearby mirror. ``Want to see my handiwork?''\n\nLilith did so, catching her reflection in the mirror. Her skin was usually a pristine and pure white but this was so removed from that status quo. At this point, she was now marked with swollen reds, beautiful blues, and scratches of a bloodened hue. It was a divine series of colours, something which she would've adored if it was not on her. Though even on her, she could maybe excuse the pain to appreciate the artistic merit of it.\n\n``I don't want to do this,'' Lilith lied.\n\nElliot could tell just how untrue this really was as she simply patted the spot between her legs once again. Her knowing smile refused to falter, reading her like a fucking book. ``Then why are you so fucking hard? Or is that erection just for show?''\n\nLilith balled her hands into fists and turned away from the woman, easing down and settling within her lap. She tried to seem prim and proper, holding her head up high. It was so hard to stay proud in a situation like this. \n\nIt was strange how much larger this woman was than her, easily a head taller and probably twice as heavy when you accounted for all of the muscles within her body. She was easily able to restrain her, draping a meaty arm around her belly and holding her tight.\n\nThat very same hand trailed further down and groped at Lilith's petite erection, feeling it up in the weathered palm of her hand. Elliot was remarkably gentle with it, compared to the beating, stroking it in delicate motions while focusing on the very tip. As Lilith was already wet, this gesture was smooth and frictionless, collecting her lust and using it as a natural form of lubricant.\n\n``Fuck,'' Lilith groaned.\n\nElliot had two hands however. And where there was a carrot, the stick wasn't very far behind.\n\nShe reached up with her other hand and clamped it firmly over Lilith's mouth, creating a seamless barrier of flesh. Her forefinger rested against Lilith's nose and she easily managed to seal her nostrils shut by pinching down with a thumb. In an instant, without warning, her flow of air was utterly gone. \n\nLilith was left to suffocate, squirming feebly and rocking against the hand which sated her. She could try and squirm but she knew that her motions were fleeting compared to what Elliot was truly capable of dishing out.\n\n``I think you're starting to rub off on me,'' Elliot jeered, whispering into her ear. ``I've been around for so many of your films that some of your material is really getting to me.'' She stroked at the tip of Lilith's cock, firmly groping it between two fingers. ``Maybe it's karma that I finally get to give you a taste of your own medicine, huh?''\n\nShe leaned forwards and took Lilith's shoulder into her mouth, biting down on it so very firmly. Her teeth did far more than indent flesh, dishing out a proper meaty chomp. It was like she was some sort of attack dog who was being let off its leash.\n\nHad she broken flesh? The fiery pain certainly made her think as much. Though could her senses really be trusted in this situation?\n\nThis wasn't lovemaking, this was violence. Unfortunately, Lilith had always responded so well to violence. She danced upon the edge of bliss, feeling the bruises on her flesh, the pain inflicted by those teeth, and the first embers of an approaching flame taking root within her lungs.\n\nThis was divine, there was no other way to really describe it.\n\n``You're soaked,'' Elliot jeered. ``If I didn't know any better, I'd assume that you were getting off to this.'' She scoffed. ``Are you?''\n\nLilith groaned, attempting some sort of feeble response. Though it was impossible to get so much as a coherent syllable out from behind that meaty hand asphyxiating her.\n\n``Do you need air?'' Elliot chided.\n\nLilith nodded though she already knew what her guard's response to that would be.\n\n``Well too bad,'' Elliot replied, proving Lilith's assumptions absolutely correct. ``You can have it once I'm done with you.''\n\nAnd then for good measure, she clamped her teeth down for a second time, biting just as firmly as before and really digging those teeth in. Those sharp canines ached something fierce, sending these sharp fiery thunderclaps of pain rocketing throughout her body.\n\n``Pathetic,'' Elliot jeered. ``Not even trying to get away.''\n\nLilith whimpered and put up the barest amount of resistance, squirming for the sake of squirming and not actually trying to escape. She knew how pathetic she must've seemed, hard and complacent to this abuse. \n\nWhere was her fire, her gusto, her sadistic drive to keep going?\n\nShe wasn't someone meant to be tamed. Yet...\n\nWith her inhibitions bleeding away, she rocked forwards, feeling a growing heat within her core. Her belly was an inferno, her flesh on fire, and her lungs smouldered with all the fury of a volcano that was primed to go off.\n\nHow long had it been? Seconds? Minutes? It was hard to focus as her grasp on reality grew increasingly flimsy. Was she about to pass out? It felt like her vision was starting to narrow, like her brain was beginning to run low on air.\n\nElliot just kept stroking, gliding her hand up and down in curt motions. She was a woman on a mission and seemed utterly fixated on the goal ahead.\n\nAnd Lilith was only mortal. She felt that heat in her core finally let loose as her erection twitched within the other woman's hand. Her seed came bubbling forth, pathetic and thin after so long on her current hormonal regime.\n\nYet, it was still a surrender, a clear admission of defeat.\n\nElliot scoffed. ``Pathetic child.'' \n\nShe finally drew her hand away from Lilith's mouth. \n\nLilith promptly gasped for air, sounding pathetic as she wolfed it down with a desperation that felt humiliating. ``Fuck you!''\n\nElliot shook her head and tossed Lilith to the side. She then got up and brushed off her pants. ``Well, that was fun, Lily.'' She didn't linger for long as she soon made a move for the door, smirking as she walked away. ``But someone has to put out all of your fires.''\n\nLilith lifted a hand to try and stop her but it was too late as the woman slipped out of the room, leaving her alone once again. She stared at the door, blinking. Her mind was still two steps behind, sluggish as she tried to figure out what the fuck had just happened.\n\nShe looked down at herself, seeing her absolutely ruined state.\n\n``This...'' Lilith shook her head and lunged to the side, grabbing a notepad from her bedside table. ``Gives me a fantastic idea for a movie!''\n\n"
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"writing": "When Stanley Kubrick did a film, he averaged thirty takes per scene. During the Shining, this figure sometimes ballooned to well over a hundred, testing the limits of the actors and staff who were attached to his deranged genius.\n\nAnd to this day, he was considered one of the greats of cinema. The very definition of a brilliant mind who the critics happily jerked off and the talentless hacks nagged about being overrated.\n\nLilith didn't have the luxury of thirty takes. She could practice and practice, conditioning the actors who she used. Yet, training could only go so far. When the chips were down and the cameras were rolling, she had exactly one take to get everything right. One take or she'd have to repeat weeks of work to return to this point in her production.\n\nShe looked in the little preview screen of her camera, ensuring that it was trained upon the two actors in front of her. Once confirmed that her camera was taking in what she wanted to film, she looked up at the real scene in front of her.\n\nThe lighting was dimmed, giving it this grim and moody quality, like a dungeon or ceremonial chamber. Artifacts and totems littered the wall and in the centre of the space was an ornate table which seemed to be carved out of obsidian with a single beam of light descending upon it from above. Though Lilith knew that this was all part of the show, props which cost a fraction of the real things.\n\nOne of the actors was bound to this table, wearing a white dress and staring up at the ceiling. Her eyes were blown out and dopey, embraced with a pleasant shroud of intoxication. She was like a maiden in one of those old films from the thirties, the sacrifice who would've been made to King Kong in order to placate the wild beast's feral soul.\n\nThe other figure was a man who wore a long black robe and this mask upon his face which screamed that it held some sort of mystical origin. In his hand was an obsidian dagger, honed to such a sharpness that the brackish black reflected light, glinting in the middle of the room. This was very much not a prop, being deadly and real, having weight and lethal substance.\n\nHe looked anxious, glancing towards Lilith. Though she had a feeling that his gaze went to the armed guard who lingered right behind her. She could hear the gentleman's gun jostle, ever so slightly. A show of force to help... entice the labour into acting properly.\n\nLilith started recording and then lifted her hand, snapping her fingers together. The note very well could've been a gunshot for how much it made the actor flinch. ``And action!''\n\nThe actor looked down at the dagger and then at the maiden, appraising her purposefully. He started to move around the table, standing behind it and placing it between himself and the camera, giving the prospective audience an excellent opportunity to see what was about to unfold.\n\nIt was a beautiful sight, making Lilith shift in her seat. She felt as a certain something started to harden below the waist. That could wait until she got around to editing. It was only a distraction at this moment.\n\nShe needed her complete and undivided attention when rolling.\n\n``I make this sacrifice to you, Cthulhu!'' the man shouted, looking up towards the ceiling of the set and spreading his arms in some sort of sadistic reverence. ``Please accept this and return to our mortal world to help cleanse it of its many imperfections.''\n\nLovecraft himself would love this performance.\n\nHe grabbed the blade in both hands and lifted it high above the actress' chest. She looked up and smiled at him, giggling.\n\nNot ideal but perhaps I can work in a story explanation.\n\nThe man snarled and plunged the blade down, stabbing it right into the actress' chest. It punched into the centre of it, piercing thin fabric, flesh, muscles, arteries, lungs, and finally her heart. The actress let out this deathly gasp with red snapping free from her parted lips. A few violent spurts of her life started to rupture forth from the wound, coating the blade and staining the actor's hands and sleeves.\n\nPerfect, perfect, all you need to do is nail the landing...\n\n``Oh my god!'' the man shouted, his character breaking in an instance. ``I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm so so sorry.''\n\nBut the actress was too dead to hear it.\n\nLilith felt her expression slip and her hardon fade in an instant. She growled and turned off the camera, staring at the black preview screen. The woman who looked back at her was tired with hollow eyes and a tensed jaw.\n\nShe was the very textbook example of a passoid with hollow cheeks, clear skin properly manicured with make-up, shoulder length blonde hair that didn't have so much as a single split end, and a lithe frame that bordered on anorexic. This was as close to a cis woman as her inheritance would allow her to achieve.\n\nHer green eyes darted away from the little screen as she instead looked right at the actor. He seemed to have realized his mistake, stepping back and lifting his hands defensively.\n\n``I'm sorry!'' he yelped. ``I just...'' He looked at his palms, seeing the way that the woman's blood still coated them. ``I... I can't do this, ma'am. Please don't make me do this.''\n\nLilith carefully got out of her director's chair, smoothing out her pricy white blouse before slipping her hands into the pockets of her designer pants. She moved towards the stage, like a big cat who wanted nothing more than to devour the scared deer who had offered up a morsel of its flesh for a meal.\n\nShe reached the girl's corpse and looked down at it, seeing her grey lifeless eyes and the smile she had offered upon her death. Her thin white dress was stained with so much of that pretty red, pooling out across her torso and draining down her belly, soaking into the material.\n\nIt was a gorgeous sight, perfectly artistic. Black, red, and white, the perfect combination of colours, her favourite to use in productions of this calibre. These were the very same colours which had won Spielberg a whole collection of Oscars.\n\nIf only this absolute idiot could've nailed the landing!\n\nShe drew a hand out of her pocket and wrapped her fingers around the handle of the blade. ``The scene was nearly perfect, Julian.''\n\n``My name isn't...'' the man tried.\n\nLilith grunted and ripped the blade right out of her girl's chest. Hot viscera and blood sprouted forth, belching from the fresh wound. It hadn't been long enough for it to start to clot. This crimson dripped from the blade, leaving a small trail of droplets as she held it against her side. ``You get me kicked me out of film school, Julian, and then you fuck with my movies.'' She looked up at the ceiling, at where heaven supposedly was. ``Fuck you.''\n\nShe snapped her gaze towards the actor and snarled. ``You had two more lines to deliver!'' She used her other hand to show off those two fingers. A small number when it was life or death on the line. ``Two little lines, twenty words. Was it really so hard to keep your composure to deliver them?''\n\n``I'm sorry!'' the man yelped. ``I... I saw her die and I just...'' He held up his hands to shield himself. ``I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm...''\n\nLilith hated this snivelling, despised his begging and pleading. \n\nThis was supposed to be the ward of Cthulhu, the man destined to rule as the yellow king over humanity? Don't make me laugh!\n\nShe lunged towards him and knocked him to the ground. There was surprising strength in a girl like her, this desperate power that really shined in moments like these.\n\nYet, the man didn't even have the strength to push her back. All he could do was shield himself from her fury, still whimpering like a fucking child. It was all so pathetic. \n\nShe snarled and decided to show the actor what he was supposed to do with a very firm example. The blade came crashing down and pierced right into his chest, not blunted in the slightest as she punched through flesh and cracked bones, forcing her way into the soft organs below. The actor made a gurgling noise as his lungs had obviously taken the brunt of the blow, filling with his blood as it sputtered forth from between his lips.\n\nYet, he lived, feebly trying to stop her. So, Lilith continued to stab him again and again, hammering the blade into his chest over and over.\n\nIt wasn't long before the actor went completely limp. But that didn't stop Lilith as she just kept hammering the blade into him, yelling in this feral way. She felt red gush out, splattering up in geysers. It sprayed against her blouse, coated her sleeves, bathed her hands, and even splattered against her face in bloody strands. It was hard to believe that a human possessed so much of this stuff but it seemed that there was no end to the gore in sight.\n\nHonestly, the bath of viscera was kind of cathartic, tapering Lilith's aggravation. The hot blood had a way of soothing her senses it would seem.\n\nOnce more, there was life below her belt, a certain something tugging against the front of her pants. She reached down and groped it, shivering as she stroked it through the tight material.\n\nShe dropped the blade and looked down at her other hand and then at the body she was straddling. There went weeks of work, gone down the drain in less than five minutes. Now she'd need to buy two more actors, take time to train them, and then get them conditioned to repeat this pesky scene.\n\nAt least Kubrick had the luxury of not having to replace his actors when there was a mistake like this in one of his scenes.\n\n``Fuck me,'' Lilith whispered. \n\nShe reached into her breast pocket and plucked out a green pack of cigarettes. Her hand was shaking as she grabbed one, popping it between her lips. Though it seemed that she had covered the filter in blood as she tasted the rich copper of the man's life. \n\nWhat did she care? It wasn't like she hadn't tasted it before.\n\nShe looked to the side and saw the guard, his dark complexion steeled into a serious scowl. He was trying to play tough but Lilith knew that she had gotten to him with his little display. It was evident in the way that he failed to look at her.\n\n``Do you happen to have a lighter, dear?'' Lilith asked, flashing a smile. She wondered if there was blood upon her teeth.\n\nThe guard nodded. ``Y-yes, ma'am.''\n\nHe came over and reached into his pocket, grabbing a small blue lighter. As he drew near, Lilith could see that his hands were shaking.\n\nWas he worried that she'd pick him next?\n\n``Don't worry,'' Lilith teased. ``You don't seem like you'd make a very good actor.'' She scoffed and looked at his chocolate hands. ``And I think Lovecraft would roll in his grave if I thought about casting you for the part.''\n\nThis seemed to steady his hand as he snapped a flame to life. Lilith leaned in and lit the tip of her cigarette with it, inhaling and drawing in that soothing burn of menthol. It helped, a little, settling those frayed nerves of hers.\n\n``Thank you,'' Lilith said.\n\nAs her composure started to mend, she looked down at the mess all around her, groaning. It hurt to see nearly a million dollars wasted like this.\n\n``Carlos is going to have a fucking field day,'' Lilith muttered. She realized that she was still straddling that corpse. So, she stood up, getting off of it. ``That prick is already charging me through the nose for fucking labour.''\n\nShe scoffed.\n\nWhatever, she was good for the money.\n\n[hr] \n\n``Carlos, sweetie!'' Lilith called, glancing down at the phone on her bathroom counter.\n\nA pause.\n\n``Lilith, for what do I owe the displeasure?'' A gruff voice grumbled, sighing. ``Oh... and this early in the morning too. Yippie.''\n\nLilith glanced at the time on her phone, seeing that she could perhaps have saved this call for a couple hours when the mere mortals would normally be awake.\n\nYet, he didn't seem tired. A fact which was only reinforced as she heard a feminine voice in his background scream: `help me!' at the top of their lungs. It would appear that he wasn't idle during the twilight hours either.\n\n``She seems feisty,'' Lilith teased.\n\nCarlos scoffed. ``It's a work in progress.''\n\n``How is Kimmy doing?'' Lilith asked.\n\nShe looked down at her hands, seeing the way that the warm water was starting to wash away the blood. It got rid of so much of it, staining the water pink before it went swirling down the drain. But she knew that it wasn't going to be an easy feat to get rid of it all.\n\nAs she looked in the bathroom mirror, she could tell that her blouse was a lost cause and she very much doubted that even her black pants could survive a blood stain that pronounced. A shame, she really liked this outfit. Maybe they still sold it at that boutique in Milan.\n\n``It's fine,'' Carlos said, sighing. ``I take it that your latest movie shoot didn't go well?''\n\nLilith smirked. ``What gives you that impression?''\n\n``Because you're calling me,'' Carlos replied, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth. ``How many `actors' do you need this time?''\n\n``Two,'' Lilith replied, rubbing the blood out from between her knuckles. ``If you could find me another surrogate for Cthulhu and another sacrificial virgins, that would be golden. Do you still have the character sheets that I sent you?''\n\nCarlos paused, calling off into the distance. ``I might've just found you a new home.''\n\n``Oh god,'' the new acquisition whimpered. A perfectly pathetic creature. Just what Lilith was looking for with this character.\n\n``I should be able to help you out,'' Carlos said, chuckling. ``Honestly, you'd be doing me a favour.''\n\n``Are you willing to take half a million a head?'' Lilith asked, winking at herself in the mirror. ``Considering that I'm doing you a favour.''\n\n``Always willing to cut a deal with a repeat customer,'' Carlos grumbled. ``You might need to dye the girl's hair though.''\n\n``Bleach is pennies on the dollar in the grand scheme of things,'' Lilith said.\n\nCarlos scoffed. ``Fair enough. I'll try and bring them around in the next week or so. I was planning a little trip out there anyways.''\n\n``Send me your details and I'll have Anthony make something special for you and Kimmy,'' Lilith said, blowing him a kiss. ``And please send your pet my regards. It's been far too long since I got to say hello to it.''\n\n``Will do,'' Carlos said.\n\nA pause and then the line clicked, going dead.\n\n``Would it kill him to say bye?'' Lilith grumbled.\n\nMaybe it would. Carlos seemed like the type who would break if forced to offer up even the slightest common courtesy.\n\nLilith shook her head and instead focused on her work. She broke out the good stuff, this harsh orange exfoliant scrub which was apparently used in metal shops to work away the grease left on people's hands. It helped get those pesky splotches of red off of her skin though ached something fierce as she just kept scrubbing away. She would endure; used to aching for beauty.\n\nHer bathroom door opened and a figure stepped inside, thudding towards her.\n\n``Hello Elliot,'' Lilith greeted. She looked in the mirror and saw the total beast of a woman right behind her. \n\nElliot was easily six feet tall and made of solid granite with a strong full-bodied build. There was a seemingly permanent scowl affixed to her weathered face and short salt and pepper hair clung to her scalp. She was perhaps fifty, maybe a little older than that, looking the part with numerous little scars and wrinkles blemishing her complexion. Each felt like they held a story worth telling.\n\nHer attire was authoritarian, professional, looking much like a soldier for hire tamed by the reality of this fucked up little world. She was certainly dressed for the part with heavy combat boots, well-tailored dress pants, and a crisp suit jacket which had been left open to expose her bullet proof vest.\n\n``I have another guard threatening to resign,'' Elliot said. ``Something about watching you kill someone in cold blood.''\n\n``Most of my kills are done in cold blood,'' Lilith teased, looking back at herself in the mirror.\n\nElliot scoffed. ``As I understand it, you had the situation perfectly under control and could've easily sent him into a neighbouring room before pouncing.''\n\n``I was spurred on by my muse,'' Lilith replied, happy that the red was finally scrubbed from her flesh as she looked at her now spotless hands. ``You know how I get whenever it comes to my muse.''\n\n``And I've told you before that my guards can only handle so much of `your muse' before they start to break under the pressure,'' Elliot said, shaking her head. She diverted course and instead leaned against one of the bathroom walls, folding her meaty arms in front of her chest. ``They need a layer of disconnection from your fucked up little game, Lily.''\n\nLilith grunted. ``It's Lilith, Elliot. I'm not a teenager anymore. And they're movies... not games.''\n\nElliot responded by scoffing. It would seem that she didn't care about these little truths. ``You could've fooled me.''\n\nLilith reached for her blouse, starting to snap open the buttons on it, one after another. ``Just offer the man a bonus and I'll do better to avoid having him around for my next film.'' She shook her head, muttering under her breath. ``Probably just trying to extort me if anything.''\n\n``Money can only do so much,'' Elliot said. ``I don't mean to nag the point but your hobby is kind of extremely fucked up, dear.''\n\nLilith snorted. ``Yes, mother.''\n\n``Look, I tolerate it,'' Elliot said. ``Because I like your money and I liked your father. But trust me, these guards will break eventually and when they do, we'll be between a rock and a hard place where they want to run to the authorities instead of taking a payout from you.''\n\n``Everyone has a price.'' Lilith finally shed her blouse. As she held it, she could see just how soaked it was with blood. So, she tossed it into the blue bio bag that was next to her hamper. ``Going to the authorities won't pay them a Christmas bonus. And what else am I going to do with Daddy's money.''\n\n``Speaking of which...'' Elliot went on.\n\nLilith groaned. ``Oh boy.''\n\n``People are starting to ask if you ever actually intend to do something with your father's assets,'' Elliot commented, coming over and standing beside her. She was looking at herself in the mirror, rubbing at her wrinkles. ``Your father was a philanthropist who put a small, yet adequate, portion of his money to good use.''\n\nLilith shed her pants and tossed them into the bio bag as well. At least her bra and panties had been saved from the bloodshed. ``I'm aware.''\n\n``And people are starting to ask if you intend to follow suit or stay reclusive for the rest of your life,'' Elliot needled.\n\n``Nothing wrong with being reclusive,'' Lilith chided. ``There's a reason why people talk about Bezos and Musk and not Buffet. Do you know why?''\n\n``Why?'' Elliot grumbled.\n\n``Because Buffet knows how to keep his fucking head down,'' Lilith said, grinning at her. ``Plus, my father's company runs itself at this point.''\n\n``It wouldn't kill you to at least speak to the board on occasion,'' Elliot said.\n\nLilith scoffed. ``Why? I have a film degree and know absolutely nothing about business. I'm sure Jules is doing a perfectly fine job of keeping it in the black or whatever.''\n\n``He was fired and replaced with Kathryn Wayne three months ago,'' Elliot said.\n\n``Oh.'' Lilith scoffed. ``Then send her a fruit basket or something. I just want to be left to my devices. Is that really too much to ask for?''\n\n``Being left to your devices leads to more questions than if you were to engage with the public,'' Elliot said. ``Your father also had rather unsavoury hobbies that involved his receptionists. But no one had any idea because he knew how to put on a smokescreen. You're a billionaire, sweetheart, live a little and start acting like it.''\n\nLilith grunted. She didn't like to think about her father like that.\n\n``Also, since we're on the subject, Representative Hughs called,'' Elliot said.\n\nLilith scoffed. ``Does he want money?''\n\n``No, he wants your company,'' Elliot replied, rolling her eyes. ``Yes, he wants your money.''\n\n``Is he a Democrat or a Republican?'' Lilith asked, studying herself in the mirror. There wasn't so much as a speck of blood left upon her. It was like her little whoopsie had never happened in the first place.\n\nElliot looked at her. ``Republican.''\n\n``Don't they hate people like me?'' Lilith asked.\n\n``They hate poor people like you,'' Elliot corrected, examining her employer's hands. She seemed pleased that they were no longer red, nodding to herself. ``He specifically mentioned that your father claimed that you were one of the good ones.''\n\n``And why do I need to give him money?'' Lilith followed up.\n\nElliot snorted. ``Because you're a billionaire and are expected to engage in civic shit.''\n\n``Uh huh,'' Lilith said, taking a closer look at her makeup. It had survived surprisingly well. ``And the actual reason?''\n\n``When your father was a piece of shit, Hughs covered for him with the local sheriffs. Made sure that a whole lot of shit got swept under the rug,'' Elliot explained. ``And this district isn't going blue anytime soon. So, think of it as you paying for protection for the next two years.''\n\nLilith nodded. ``Then make sure that Hughs gets his cut. He sounds like an upstanding gentleman who I can trust to uphold my values in Washington.''\n\n``He'll be very happy to hear you say that,'' Elliot replied, pushing away from the wall. ``Now for my next pressing matter. I've drafted you a list of possible activities to go to in the coming week. I'd strongly suggest that you partake in at least a couple of them.''\n\n``I have no interest in doing whatever you have planned,'' Lilith grumbled.\n\nElliot braced a hand against the bathroom counter, gripping it. Her brow was knitted, tense, like her posture. ``You don't even know what they are yet.''\n\n``It's either some charity bullshit, business bullshit, or a combination of the two,'' Lilith said. ``I have no interest in slumming it with those philistines who don't give a shit about my work.''\n\n``And if you want to keep doing your work then you have to at least pretend to play your role in this.'' Elliot was now growling, clearly reaching the end of her rope\n\n``No,'' Lilith shot back.\n\n``You're acting spoiled,'' Elliot grumbled. ``And I'm not asking.''\n\n``Remember your place,'' Lilith snapped right on back at her, turning to face her. She folded her hand in front of her chest and looked up, not flinching in the face of this beast. ``Don't forget who...''\n\nShe wasn't able to finish her statement as Elliot grabbed a fistful of her pretty blonde hair, pulling back on it sharply. Her grip was firm as she yanked Lilith's locks to a painful degree, just shy of ripping them right out of her scalp.\n\n``Listen, you little shit,'' Elliot snarled. ``I am willing to clean up your messes but you need to help me out here. At the rate you're burning through my staff and your `talent', you are going to end up as the centrepiece of a snuff version of the Epstein list and I would very much appreciate not getting caught up in all of that.''\n\n``Elliot,'' Lilith groaned.\n\n``I'm not done,'' Elliot kept on growling, pressing forward and smacking Lilith's face against the glass. It was hard enough that her world swam but not so hard that the glass was damaged by the impact. The joys of a quality bathroom. ``You will take my advice, respect my advice, and heed my advice going forward. I am not telling you that you need to do something because I think you need to be social. I am telling you that you need to do something because I don't want my ass attached to yours when you eventually come crashing down like fucking Icarus.'' She sighed. ``Was that example adequately pretentious for you?''\n\nShe finally spun Lilith around and glowered at her, looking so stern and commanding.\n\nLilith opened her mouth. ``I...'' She swallowed that lump in her throat. ``I will work on...'' She closed her eyes, trying to still her frantically hammering heart. It turned out that money only had so much power when the chips were squared away against actual strength. ``I'll do better. I promise.''\n\n``You fucking better,'' Elliot said, finally letting go of her hair. She instead gripped her cheeks, forcing her to hold eye contact. ``I've known you since you were a kid, Lily. You were never a good one but I know how to be loyal to the hand that feeds. So, please give me the tools I need to help you stay out of trouble. I really am on your side here.''\n\nLilith flushed.\n\nWhy was...\n\nThat flush turned to a proper blush as she felt something harden below the waist. How did she get fucking hard at that?\n\n``Do you understand?'' Elliot asked.\n\nLilith nodded. ``Yes, Mommy.''\n\nFuck!\n\nElliot paused, looking her in the eye. Her expression twisted to disgust pretty quickly as she frantically shook her head. ``Not what I was going for.''\n\n``I'm sorry!'' Lilith blurted. ``You...''\n\n``I'm like your fucking mother, Lily,'' Elliot groaned, taking a step back. ``Do not...''\n\n``Not helping!'' Lilith exclaimed.\n\nElliot cradled her temple between a forefinger and thumb. ``I'm not even going to touch that one.'' She looked right at Lilith, lifting a brow before purposefully looking down her body. She scoffed at what she saw below the waist. ``And... of course you're rock hard.''\n\n``Shut the fuck up!'' Lilith yelped.\n\nElliot snarled and snapped forwards, closing the gap and cramming her lips against Lilith's own. It seemed that her own inhibitions burned away pretty quickly as she shoved her tongue right into Lilith's mouth. \n\nLilith let out a shocked little noise but went along for the ride, dancing her tongue around her guard's own. Elliot tasted of cigarettes and age, like a fine whiskey turned foul. Their union lasted for several long and blissful moments before the two of them reluctantly pulled away from one another.\n\n``What am I doing?'' Elliot asked herself.\n\nLilith blinked. ``I don't know but it was good.''\n\n``I'm mixing work with pleasure,'' Elliot grumbled, pushing herself away. ``My apologies. That was unprofessional of me.''\n\nLilith chuckled, covering her face with a hand. ``Is that what you're worried about?'' She shook her head. ``Come on, Elliot, you just talked about me having to know my place. I'm sure you could help beat that lesson into me.''\n\n``What?'' Elliot asked.\n\nLilith came forth and took her guard's hand, easing it open and pressing her throat right into her opened grasp. Her Adam's Apple rested against her palm as if beaconing her to do something about it. ``Come on. Put me in my place.''\n\n``Are you some sort of degenerate?'' Elliot asked before answering her own question by looking at the bio bag full of bloodied clothes off to the side. ``Never mind.''\n\nShe mulled over the statement before drawing that hand up and clutching Lilith's cheeks again. Though she had a very different demeanour about her as she brushed her thumb to the side, holding it over her ward's lips.\n\n``This is fucked,'' Elliot grumbled\n\nLilith grinned. ``Worried that I'll rat you out?''\n\nElliot answered her by forcing her thumb between those plush lips, pushing it well into her mouth and down upon her tongue. She held it there, scowling as she did so. ``Not going to lie, I've thought about hurting your overprivileged pampered ass before.'' She took a step forward, forcing Lilith?s ass against the sink. ``Thought about it since you were in high school and I had to pay off the parents of those fucking cheerleaders.''\n\nLilith whimpered as she felt that thumb go deeper. Not all the way to the gag reflex but definitely pushing towards it.\n\n``I've wanted to hurt you for all the stress you put me through when you were busy blowing Daddy's money back in college,'' Elliot snarled, pressing down on her tongue firmly enough to actually start to hurt. ``And then all that shit you pulled with Julian.'' She shook her head. ``Maybe I should finally just put you out of my misery.''\n\nLilith's eyes widened.\n\n``But thankfully, I love your money too much to do something stupid like that,'' Elliot said, letting out these dark notes of mirth.\n\nShe yanked her hand free from Lilith's mouth and stepped away, giving her a little bit of room to recuperate. Though she wasn't idle for very long as she instead hooked two fingers between the cups on her ward's bra, forcing her forwards under the threat of snapping open the pricy garment.\n\n``I could fire you for this,'' Lilith whispered, barely able to speak. Her mind was running at a million miles per hour, somehow being both too fast and too sluggish to properly react to this. But even in this state she knew that the threat was hollow.\n\n``Could you?'' Elliot asked, grinning. ``I know where all of the bodies are, sweetheart.'' She winked at her and clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, mimicking the sound of a gun cocking. ``And more importantly, everyone in this building is loyal to me first and you second. So...'' She drew her hand upwards, away from Lilith's bra, and flicked her on the chin with that very same finger. ``I dare you to try.''\n\nLilith shivered. Why did that sound so fucking hot?\n\nElliot gripped the back of Lilith's neck and started to move her towards the door, marching her there without permission. ``Because you're a fucked up little freak who desperately wants a father figure. It's obviously become some sort of weird sex thing for you.'' She shrugged, squeezing a bit harder. ``But what do I know? I'm not a fucking therapist.''\n\nLilith couldn't have predicted that something like this would happen. Elliot was very much old enough to be her father. Did they even have trans people back in her day? Could she even be attracted to somebody like her?\n\nAll she knew was that she didn't try and fight back, wincing due to how firmly Elliot was crushing her skin. It seemed that she was serious about applying some pain, wanting to prove that her leverage was very real.\n\nIt certainly didn't help that life pulsed below Lilith's belt. Her panties bulged against the strain of her cock, proving just how horny she was for all this.\n\nElliot marched her over to the bed and tossed her upon it without ceremony. It was like she was an object and not a person, not worthy of tenderness in the slightest.\n\n``Don't worry, Lily, I know that you like it rough,'' Elliot jeered.\n\nLilith growled. ``Don't call me...''\n\nShe was cut off as she saw Elliot step to the side of the bed. The woman had pulled out a switchblade, snapping it open and making sure that the girl could see the way it glimmered in the light. This metal was pristine, flawless, and extremely deadly.\n\n``Gift from your father,'' Elliot said. ``Gave it to me for my tenth year of service. Pretty cool, huh?''\n\nShe brought it over to Lilith's cheek, holding the blunted edge against it and allowing her to feel the ice-cold metal. It was so close to cutting, so very very close. One wrong move and she would be considerably less pretty.\n\n``You know, I can't say that I never thought about doing something like this before,'' Elliot jeered. ``You and your father were always a pain in my ass.'' She traced the blade against her flesh with the metal dancing but not cutting, no... never cutting. Yet, the threat was very real. She wielded it so expertly that it wasn't a stretch to imagine what would happen if that expertise went in another direction. ``All I had to do was make sure that you had your guard down and then I could be rid of you.''\n\nLilith shivered. Those words didn't sound like roleplay, they didn't sound like a part which Elliot was trying to play. They felt like they were coming right from the heart, genuine and terrifying in their delivery.\n\n``Elliot,'' she tried.\n\n``But it would never be that easy, would it?'' Elliot asked, more to herself than Lilith. ``You two were too rich for something like that to fall between the cracks. And once the dominos started coming down, all roads would lead back to me.'' She scoffed and suddenly snapped the knife to the side, delivering a scratch upon her skin. It was a shallow cut, enough to bleed but not wound. Still, it was enough that Lilith hissed, feeling a genuine kind of pain. ``At least, I get to enjoy the perks that come with this job.''\n\n``Elliot!'' Lilith yelped.\n\nElliot scoffed. ``Daddy.''\n\n``What?'' Lilith asked.\n\nElliot reached forward with a hand and grabbed a fistful of Lilith's hair, pressing her face into the sheets of the bed. ``You'll call me Daddy, you silver spoon piece of shit.''\n\nLilith gasped, feeling her blonde locks tugged so very firmly. It ached something fierce. Yet, she couldn't deny that she kind of liked the pain, adored the way that it meddled with her tormented mind. Her erection twitched eagerly, desperate for any sort of stimulation.\n\n``Maybe I should discipline you since your father was always so fucking bad at it,'' Elliot growled, allowing her hand to slip away. She carefully settled down upon the bed, spreading her legs and patting her lap instead. ``Get over here.''\n\nLilith looked at her. ``Why should I?''\n\n``Because you want this more than I do,'' Elliot jeered, still patting.\n\nLilith couldn't deny that as she crawled over, clambered upon Elliot's lap. It felt strange to be there, bent over her knee. It was even stranger to feel her guard grab the back of her panties and pull them down, exposing her tight little backside and adorable coin purse.\n\n``Should we have a safe word?'' Lilith asked.\n\nElliot chuckled at that. ``What are you going to do if I break it?'' She rested a hand against her ass. ``Fire me?'' She drew back and smacked her on the ass, snapping her palm across her flesh. ``Report me to the police? I'd love to see how well that would go for you.''\n\nLilith gasped. ``You wouldn't dare.''\n\n``Perhaps...'' Elliot drew back and smacked her again, harder this time around. The impact left a harsh burn across the surface of Lilith's skin. ``But we're done when I say we're done. Got it?''\n\nLilith didn't dare refute the point. Perhaps it was fitting that she got a taste for what her beloved actors had to endure. Though she knew that Elliot would know her place when it came. The woman was far too addicted to her paycheque to dare risk that.\n\nElliot grabbed the back of her neck within one meaty hand, holding her head steady. At the same time, she used her other hand to smack her rowdy ward on the ass, clapping a hand down upon each of her cheeks, one after another in quick succession.\n\nThe blows were sharp but not as hard as those arms could've provided. Like Lilith had thought, she was holding back.\n\n``I knew you wouldn't actually harm me,'' Lilith teased.\n\nElliot chuckled. ``It's called warm up, princess. Just tenderizing you so I can enjoy myself later without you throwing a hissy fit.''\n\nThe next blow came down differently from the others. The prior few had been open-handed, more shock-inducing due to noise rather than actually painful. A nice treat, a bit of warmth with the embers of a phantom pain.\n\nThis blow was heavy and dull, a closed fist delivered right to her ass cheek. There was nothing to soften the force of it as a firm fist essentially punched her rump. It drove a sharp and smouldering pain deep into her muscles, festering within her flesh like a rot.\n\nLilith yelped, feeling her threshold for pain quickly overruled. Her eyes brimmed with tears and her mouth was left parted in a phantom gasp of displeasure.\n\n``What was that princess?'' Elliot teased, drawing back and striking her again. ``Did you think that I was all talk and no bite?''\n\nLilith growled. ``Don't you fucking dare.''\n\nElliot struck her again, hammering a fist right into her side and delivering an especially hefty blow to her ribs. It hurt something fierce and drove the air right out of Lilith's lungs, causing her to let out this truly pathetic wheezing sound.\n\nLilith squirmed and snivelled, trying her best to get away. Not that she had any success in this endeavour as Elliot's grip remained just as vice-like as before.\n\n``I was in the army, sweetie,'' Elliot teased. ``I know how to hurt people and I know how to hurt them without leaving any lasting damage. You should know how dangerous I really am.'' She growled and dug her fingers into Lilith's flank, raking her flesh with her dull blunted nails. ``So don't test me on what I can and cannot do. It won't end well for you.''\n\nLilith cried out. ``I'm sorry!''\n\n``No, you're not,'' Elliot chided. ``You're a spoiled child who is now realizing that she bit off more than she can chew. If I stop now then you're still going to be an entitled little prick who makes my job difficult.'' She balled her hand into a fist and hit her in the other side, driving that pain deep between her ribs. Not enough to break the bones, or even crack them, but enough that any words died upon the tip of Lilith's tongue. ``So, I'd suggest that you get chewing, princess, because I'm not letting you leave until you're done.''\n\nHer grip was like iron, unforgiving and cold. She held Lilith's head steady, putting her at an immediate disadvantage in terms of any confrontation between them. All she needed was that one spare hand, slapping and punching away. \n\nA rain of blows began to pepper Lilith's fragile flesh as Elliot hit her over and over again. Lilith's ass, sides, and thighs were all fair gain, bearing the entire brunt of her security chief's abuse. Yet, this was good, it proved that she was at least holding back from causing any legitimate harm. Lilith knew enough about anatomy to know that much.\n\n``Are you still fucking hard?'' Elliot asked.\n\nLilith realized that she still was, as stiff as a rock. She flushed and closed her eyes, feeling those hot tears brimming beneath her lids. She hated that this witch of a woman managed to have this sort of power over her.\n\nThen why did I put myself in this position in the first place?\n\n``Can't say that I'm too surprised,'' Elliot ribbed, resting her fist against one of the many soon-to-be bruises left upon Lilith's flesh. They were a roadmap at this point, a journey told in a canvas of colours. ``Considering what you do to some of the people you get in...'' She shook her head. ``How often are you projecting, sweetie.''\n\nLilith growled. ``I'm not...''\n\nShe wasn't allowed to finish that thought as Elliot yanked her hair back, pulling it taut and straining against the roots. This gesture pulled Lilith's face back and forced her to stare at the wall in front of herself. There was now nothing that would dare muffle the sounds of her pain.\n\nElliot lifted the hand away for a moment before she sent it hurtling back down, connecting with Lilith's flank and driving a hot pain deep into her flesh. Then she did so twice more in quick succession, one after another.\n\n``You'll talk when I want you to talk!'' Elliot snarled. ``Say, `yes Daddy'.''\n\nLilith said nothing which resulted in Elliot smacking her firmly on the ass again. Her entire backside glowed and she couldn't help but wonder what shade it must've been. Some of the marks felt shallow and inflamed, a reddish hue. While others felt deeper and longer lasting, maybe blues that would become purples and blacks with time.\n\nIt was so easy to imagine that colour on others but so hard to picture it upon herself. Which made the fact that her cock twitched all the more embarrassing. She tried to tell herself that it was a natural reaction but it was painfully hard to do so. Nearly as hard as her cock.\n\n``What's the matter, toy?'' Elliot asked.\n\nLilith kept her mouth shut, like she'd been told to do. She wasn't about to fall for the oldest trick in the fucking book. Just because she was horny didn't mean that she was stupid.\n\n``Quick learner,'' Elliot teased. She spread her legs further and let go of Lilith's necking, planting her hands upon the bed instead. ``How about you take a seat and I'll help you deal with that hard-on, huh?''\n\nLilith got up, slowly, wanting to take her time and pretend that she wasn't just about to cave in a heartbeat. She turned to look at the woman, hating how blurry her vision had become against the ceaseless river of tears. Her misery was only furthered as she saw that smarmy smile which Elliot was offering, grinning with a cocksure glee.\n\n``What's the matter, toy?'' Elliot asked.\n\nLilith huffed. ``Fuck you.''\n\nElliot barked with laughter, throwing back her head as she bellowed like some sort of comic book villain. ``You know, I'm not going to lie. It's a treat to do this to you.'' She looked off to the side, nodding towards a nearby mirror. ``Want to see my handiwork?''\n\nLilith did so, catching her reflection in the mirror. Her skin was usually a pristine and pure white but this was so removed from that status quo. At this point, she was now marked with swollen reds, beautiful blues, and scratches of a bloodened hue. It was a divine series of colours, something which she would've adored if it was not on her. Though even on her, she could maybe excuse the pain to appreciate the artistic merit of it.\n\n``I don't want to do this,'' Lilith lied.\n\nElliot could tell just how untrue this really was as she simply patted the spot between her legs once again. Her knowing smile refused to falter, reading her like a fucking book. ``Then why are you so fucking hard? Or is that erection just for show?''\n\nLilith balled her hands into fists and turned away from the woman, easing down and settling within her lap. She tried to seem prim and proper, holding her head up high. It was so hard to stay proud in a situation like this. \n\nIt was strange how much larger this woman was than her, easily a head taller and probably twice as heavy when you accounted for all of the muscles within her body. She was easily able to restrain her, draping a meaty arm around her belly and holding her tight.\n\nThat very same hand trailed further down and groped at Lilith's petite erection, feeling it up in the weathered palm of her hand. Elliot was remarkably gentle with it, compared to the beating, stroking it in delicate motions while focusing on the very tip. As Lilith was already wet, this gesture was smooth and frictionless, collecting her lust and using it as a natural form of lubricant.\n\n``Fuck,'' Lilith groaned.\n\nElliot had two hands however. And where there was a carrot, the stick wasn't very far behind.\n\nShe reached up with her other hand and clamped it firmly over Lilith's mouth, creating a seamless barrier of flesh. Her forefinger rested against Lilith's nose and she easily managed to seal her nostrils shut by pinching down with a thumb. In an instant, without warning, her flow of air was utterly gone. \n\nLilith was left to suffocate, squirming feebly and rocking against the hand which sated her. She could try and squirm but she knew that her motions were fleeting compared to what Elliot was truly capable of dishing out.\n\n``I think you're starting to rub off on me,'' Elliot jeered, whispering into her ear. ``I've been around for so many of your films that some of your material is really getting to me.'' She stroked at the tip of Lilith's cock, firmly groping it between two fingers. ``Maybe it's karma that I finally get to give you a taste of your own medicine, huh?''\n\nShe leaned forwards and took Lilith's shoulder into her mouth, biting down on it so very firmly. Her teeth did far more than indent flesh, dishing out a proper meaty chomp. It was like she was some sort of attack dog who was being let off its leash.\n\nHad she broken flesh? The fiery pain certainly made her think as much. Though could her senses really be trusted in this situation?\n\nThis wasn't lovemaking, this was violence. Unfortunately, Lilith had always responded so well to violence. She danced upon the edge of bliss, feeling the bruises on her flesh, the pain inflicted by those teeth, and the first embers of an approaching flame taking root within her lungs.\n\nThis was divine, there was no other way to really describe it.\n\n``You're soaked,'' Elliot jeered. ``If I didn't know any better, I'd assume that you were getting off to this.'' She scoffed. ``Are you?''\n\nLilith groaned, attempting some sort of feeble response. Though it was impossible to get so much as a coherent syllable out from behind that meaty hand asphyxiating her.\n\n``Do you need air?'' Elliot chided.\n\nLilith nodded though she already knew what her guard's response to that would be.\n\n``Well too bad,'' Elliot replied, proving Lilith's assumptions absolutely correct. ``You can have it once I'm done with you.''\n\nAnd then for good measure, she clamped her teeth down for a second time, biting just as firmly as before and really digging those teeth in. Those sharp canines ached something fierce, sending these sharp fiery thunderclaps of pain rocketing throughout her body.\n\n``Pathetic,'' Elliot jeered. ``Not even trying to get away.''\n\nLilith whimpered and put up the barest amount of resistance, squirming for the sake of squirming and not actually trying to escape. She knew how pathetic she must've seemed, hard and complacent to this abuse. \n\nWhere was her fire, her gusto, her sadistic drive to keep going?\n\nShe wasn't someone meant to be tamed. Yet...\n\nWith her inhibitions bleeding away, she rocked forwards, feeling a growing heat within her core. Her belly was an inferno, her flesh on fire, and her lungs smouldered with all the fury of a volcano that was primed to go off.\n\nHow long had it been? Seconds? Minutes? It was hard to focus as her grasp on reality grew increasingly flimsy. Was she about to pass out? It felt like her vision was starting to narrow, like her brain was beginning to run low on air.\n\nElliot just kept stroking, gliding her hand up and down in curt motions. She was a woman on a mission and seemed utterly fixated on the goal ahead.\n\nAnd Lilith was only mortal. She felt that heat in her core finally let loose as her erection twitched within the other woman's hand. Her seed came bubbling forth, pathetic and thin after so long on her current hormonal regime.\n\nYet, it was still a surrender, a clear admission of defeat.\n\nElliot scoffed. ``Pathetic child.'' \n\nShe finally drew her hand away from Lilith's mouth. \n\nLilith promptly gasped for air, sounding pathetic as she wolfed it down with a desperation that felt humiliating. ``Fuck you!''\n\nElliot shook her head and tossed Lilith to the side. She then got up and brushed off her pants. ``Well, that was fun, Lily.'' She didn't linger for long as she soon made a move for the door, smirking as she walked away. ``But someone has to put out all of your fires.''\n\nLilith lifted a hand to try and stop her but it was too late as the woman slipped out of the room, leaving her alone once again. She stared at the door, blinking. Her mind was still two steps behind, sluggish as she tried to figure out what the fuck had just happened.\n\nShe looked down at herself, seeing her absolutely ruined state.\n\n``This...'' Lilith shook her head and lunged to the side, grabbing a notepad from her bedside table. ``Gives me a fantastic idea for a movie!''\n\n"
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