ACADEMY OF THE UNDEAD; BOOK TWO Stand Together ... Or Fall Together
CHAPTER TWELVE

Beauty And The Beast (Part Two)

Aleisha assumed that her strategy was working, and she almost had this creature where she wanted her, so she stood straight, and with her hands on her hips she said, “Okay, at this point in time, let’s introduce good manners into our conversation; so ask nicely, and I will consider your request.”

“Fuck off! I’ma bad, and I’ma nasty, and I don’t do nice!”

Aleisha leant towards the girl’s groin and said apologetically, “Sorry little Gasm, it looks like you’re staying right where you are.”

“Fuck off Skank!”

“Ohhh, you want me to go?”

“Fucka-fucka.” Giddy snorted, “Come on, ya done worked me up, so now ya gotta un-work me down!”

“I think understand what you’re saying,” Aleisha said, “Did I work you up by caressing your elbow or your ankle?”

“Nit-nit,” Giddy blew out, “Come on be fair, un-Gasm me!”

“Are we forgetting our manners?” Aleisha reminded her, “Ask nicely.”

“Fuck off!”

“Ohhh, so you do want me to go?”

“Holy Fucking Choppers!” Giddy yelled, “Yo torturing me, deliberate like!”

“Remember your manners, and if you ask nicely, I will un-Gasm you.”

“Just fuck off and tickle me up!”

“Ohhh dear, mixed messages again, and I replace myself in a quandary, because I don’t know which message to respond to.”

Giddy knew that she was at a crossroad, and one sign pointed one way and stated, I never been tickled up by some Shank what look as good as yo … although unfortunately, the other sign pointed the same way and carried the same message. She snorted and yelled, “I’ll put yo in a quandary, I’ll fucking bury yo in a quandary!”

“So no tickle?”

“Yes tickle!”

“Well then, ask nicely.”

“Fuck, tickle the fuck outta me!”

“Hello, hello,” Aleisha called out as she gazed around the room, “Did anybody see where the Muzzled Beast’s manners went?” Aleisha faced the girl and pointed at her own lips and then spoke slowly, “Look at my lips and, a-s-k n-i-c-e-l-y.”

Restrained, hostile, yet so fucking horny, Giddy glanced at her, then gulped.

“Hmmm,” Aleisha noted, “Every time you look at me, you gulp, and your pointy nipples are still erect.”

“Fuck!” Giddy boomed, “Shut the fuck up with talk about yo gulps and yo pointy nipples and tickle me up!”

“Okay, I heard the request, but I didn’t hear the magic word.”

Shivering with expectation, Giddy blurted, “Yo gulps camma make yo up for this to be now!”

Aleisha cocked her head and asked, “I beg your pardon? What did you say?”

Giddy thought about her last statement, then she replied sullenly, “Nit-nit, yo done worked me up so bad, I dunno know what I’ma saying anymores.”

Aleisha smiled and said, “Okay, let’s start again; if you want me to do something, ask nicely.”

Surly, but uncomfortably horny, Giddy huffed, then said quietly, “Please.”

Aleisha gazed at her and asked, “Please what?”

Snorting, Giddy raised her head as far as she was able, then she roared, “Please Skank-fucker!”

“Okay, since you’ve forgotten about good manners already, I’ll get going now.”

Aleisha deliberately turned around as she bent to pick up the jacket.

As she stared at the flawless buttocks, Giddy understood one thing; she was defeated … defeated by a Skank … physically and emotionally defeated by a Skank. Her groin had already surrendered, and while her mind wanted to stand and fight defiantly, pieces, major pieces of her mind were hoping that the Skank who made her gulp would touch her again. Timidly, she mumbled, “Hey come on yo, I said please.”

Aleisha turned to face her, and she caressed her own right breast as she smiled wickedly and said, “Hooo, my boobs are, are, ummm … itchy too, and I might have to slink off and un-Gasm myself.”

So uncomfortable, Giddy trembled. The Skank-fucker had set her alight by touching her, and now she was talking dirty, and that had the effect of arousing her even further. Hostile yet subdued, fucked off but desperately horny, Giddy mumbled, “Hey, hey nice lady, tickle me up please.”

“Tickle you up where?”

Giddy shook her head and blurted out, “Fucking shit-fuck, tickle me up in the place where Gasm’s get born!”

Aleisha had to laugh, and after composing herself, she said, “Dumb Blond remember? And this Dumb Blond is going to need more precise directions.”

“Fuck-a-choppa!” Giddy snorted, “My puss yeah, tickle up my pussy!’

“Okay, I now have the precise directions,” Aleisha said, then she asked, “Are we forgetting our manners though?”

Giddy blew out in frustration, then mumbled, “Please.”

“Okay, I will, but before I do, I will require you to do one thing.”

“What?” Giddy asked sulkily.

“Beg, beg me to do it.”

“I don’t beg to no fucker!” Giddy said defiantly.

In control now, and being in her own special comfort zone, Aleisha engaged with her own breast again, her fingers tickling inside the bra, and she cooed, “Hello babies, and yeah, I’ll be with you soon.” Then she skimmed a hand over the front of the thong, “You too Precious One, mommy will be coming soon, in more ways than one.”

Giddy stared at her, totally absorbed. Unfortunately, Skank-Girl was the closest thing she had ever seen to female perfection. Giddy reflected that she wasn’t attracted to Monster, and the occasional tickle-up sessions with Monster were simply about Unleashing The Gasm’s, but this one before her, so close to perfection, so stunning, true beauty on legs, and she’d love to bite her fucking head off, although she would try not to damage the head, because she wanted to keep the head and maybe mount it above a mantlepiece, because it was so nice to look at. Giddy’s future was unclear, although one thing sparkled with clarity; she had to get Un-Gasmmed by this Choppa-Nit-Nit-Fucking Horn-Bag.

“Cussee up Missus …”

“Arrhh, I get the impression that you’re talking to me.”

Giddy tried to clench down to stop the progress of a gulp, although that resulted in multiple gulps emanating, and she mumbled, “Fuck,” then knowing that she had to release her ’Gasm, she said, “Hey yo, I appreciate it if ya’ll tickle me up yo, and I’ll say please twice, like please, please, and I’m also say thanks in advance.”

“Hmmm, not bad,” Aleisha mused, “But I guess I was looking more for a little begging, you know, grovelling and sniffling pleas of desperation.”

Giddy wanted to hiss at her, but she knew that she was long defeated, and she mumbled, “Me, I’s a begging and pleading wit yo, and yo know, desperation grovelling and all, too.”

“Yes, we’re getting there,” Aleisha replied, “But try saying this, Ohhh Mistress, Goddess, if I could, I would kneel before you and beg, but unfortunately, I seem to be tied to this table because I’ve been quite naughty and aggressive. Then Beast, also say this, If I wasn’t tied down to this table, I would grovel before you, my hands stretched out in a beseeching plea, for you Great One, you are the hottest vampire ever, and I will worship before you eternally.”

If she could have, Giddy would have repeated the message, and while Giddy could do lots of things, there were some things that she couldn’t do, and most of the things she couldn’t do, involved words. “Cussee up Missus …”

“Actually, from now on, call me Mistress.”

“Hooo, fuck my eyes out,” Giddy mumbled in annoyance, then she said, “Cussee up Mistress …”

“You make speak.”

“I would say what yo said me to says, but I kinda got lost after about ten words.”

“Yes, fair enough, so just repeat after me; Mistress, you are a Goddess.”

Fucked off, yet bewitched, Giddy mumbled, “Mistress, yo are a Goddess.”

“Mistress, if I wasn’t tied to a table, I would kneel before you.”

“Mistress, if yo weren’t tied to a table, yo would kneel before yo.”

“Stop saying yo.”

Giddy repeated, “Stop saying-”

“No, no,” Aleisha interrupted, “Don’t repeat that, just stopping saying yo.”

“Sorry?”

“You mean, sorry Mistress.”

“Yo.”

“No, say it, say sorry Mistress, but don’t say yo again.”

“Like what you saying, don’t say yo, no?”

“Don’t say yo, yes.”

“Yo, I won’t say yo no more.”

Aleisha was now in her groove, and she was enjoying this, although in the excitement, she had forgotten where they were up to. “Where were we?”

“Ummm, I’s was saying, Sorry Mistress, I fink.”

“Hmmm, doesn’t really help me remember where I was, but just conclude with this; Mistress, I will kneel before you and worship you, and not just on this night, but forever more.”

Giddy wanted to say the phrase, although gulps were lining up in her throat, and her potential-Gasm was breathing fire, and she mumbled, “Yo, cussee up, Mistress …”

“Stop saying yo!”

“Whoops, sorry’um.”

“Actually, from now on when you apologise to me, and I might make a prediction here, that I think apologising may become a fairly regular occurrence; but when you apologise from now on, say this, A thousand apologies Mistress.”

“Gotchya.”

“No, say it.”

“I didn’t do nothing to apologise for, but.”

“Fair enough, but we’ll just call it a practice, because I want the phrase to be burnt into your memory.”

Giddy sighed, then said, “A thousand apologies Mistress.”

“Okay, so anyway, where were we?”

“Fucked if I know.” Giddy replied.

Aleisha put her hands on her hips and tut-tutted as she asked, “The apology?”

“What for?”

“Swearing.”

“I’sa swear all the time, but.”

“Okay, but in front of your new Mistress, you don’t swear from now on.”

“Whooo, sorry Mistress, I mean a thousand apologies Mistress, but me, no, yo can no do.”

Aleisha shook her head in amusement, then she asked, “What can yo no do?”

“I ain’t got the mental brains to stop swearing, yo.”

“Goodness me!” Aleisha huffed, then she glared at her and asked, “Is there an apology coming my way?”

Giddy thought about it, then declared, “I didn’t fucking swear but!”

Aleisha chuckled, then inquired, “Two apologies coming my way now?”

“What for?”

“Think about it! In your last statement you swore, and in the two previous statements you said yo.”

“I gotta apologise now for saying yo?”

“Yo, errr, I mean yes.”

Giddy frowned, then said grumpily, “I apologise Mistress, two thousand apologies.”

“Two thousand apologies?”

“I’m wrapping the two apologies together and presenting ’em up before yo.”

“Okay, I will accept that. Now, where were we? Did I receive your eternal worship before?”

“Yes’um.”

“What did you say?”

“I spoke what yo said me to speak.”

Aleisha grinned, then said, “Say it again.”

Giddy, a bubbling cauldron of sexual tension, or a tied-down bubbling cauldron of sexual tension, muttered, “Mistress, can I say sumfink …”

“You may speak.”

“My Gasm is stamping its feet yo, and I want yo to make it stop stamping.”

Aleisha realised that she had teased the Muzzled Beast for long enough, and now it was time to do something that she did only rarely; pleasure someone else. “So yes, moving along, to produce the Gasm, and to make the Gasm stop stamping its feet; ankle was it, tickle your ankle?”

Giddy looked at her helplessly and said, “I’ma so horned up, iffen yo touch me anywhere’s, ma Gasm gunna come flying out.”

And so it did.

*

The basement was the only sound-proofed room on the premises, and all the girls expect for Elizabeth were hanging around near the door. Vicky had been expecting Aleisha to storm after five minutes, yet as the minutes kept ticking by, her expectation continued to rise. Turning to Piper, she said, “It might be going well, I mean she’s been in there for more than forty minutes.”

“I guess that’s a good sign, but don’t get your hopes up yet.”

“Yeah,” Isabelle agreed, “Camel might have killed the little fucker, and she’s too embarrassed to come out.”

Sophia gazed at Isabelle and asked, “Great Queen Aleesha killed Scary Monster?”

“Not sure Soph, although I do know that she hates her, so anything could happen.”

“Aleisha knows what we’re trying to do, so I’m certain that she wouldn’t hurt her.” Vicky offered.

“Don’t be so sure Goody,” Isabelle said, then she asked, “Didn’t you see that the tolerance level on her wrist was at an all time low?”

“Fuck you’re a Bozo!” Piper laughed, “She just said that to try and make us feel bad.”

Isabelle thought about it, then said timidly, “Yeah, well I do feel bad.”

“Do you feel bad because we asked her to do something that she didn’t want to do?” Vicky asked.

“Fuck off!” Isabelle snorted, then she said, “I feel bad because we got banned from her bedroom for two weeks!”

“Nahh, I think she was just kidding about that,” Piper began, “I hope.”

“Excuse me,” Ruby piped in, “The deal was that if she walked into the room, all Snot-Rags would be banned for two weeks, and yes, thankfully, she did walk in.”

“Hopefully she’ll forget about what she said.” Isabelle mused.

“If she does, I’ll be reminding her.” Ruby said smugly.

“Anyway guys, that’s not important, because this was all about trying to calm the girl down,” Vicky began, “And the longer it goes, the more confident I’m becoming.”

Piper thought about the tiny see-through undies Aleisha had been wearing, then she said, “If Camel takes the jacket off and reveals the undies, I’m not so sure that it will calm the idiot down.”

Isabelle thought about Piper’s statement, then she said wryly, “Yeah, good point, I mean they weren’t calm-me-down undies, they were heat-me-the-fuck-up undies.”

“Yeah, the nasty little fucker is a vamp, so all of her enhanced senses would be raging out of control by now.” Piper agreed.

Isabelle glanced at Ruby and asked, “You ever seen her in those undies before?”

“Ummm, one time she did model them for me, briefly.”

“Briefly?” Piper asked, “What happened?”

“Gee Piper, think about it,” Ruby scoffed, “I’ve got enhanced senses and I’m a sex addict, so they didn’t stay on too long.”

“Next time I’m rostered with her, I’m gunna ask her to model them for me.” Isabelle said brightly.

“Certainly,” Ruby nodded, “I’ll let you know when the two weeks are up.”

Piper turned to Ruby and said politely, “I’m sure she was joking about the ban, cause we’re a team see, and …” although she stopped as she heard the door click, and then everybody turned to the door as it slowly swung open.

Aleisha, wearing the jacket, stepped out of the room and closed the door.

From the blank expression on her face, Vicky couldn’t decipher what kind of mood Aleisha was in, although she was pleased that there were no traces of blood around her mouth.

Aleisha stood next to Ruby and faced the others, then raising an eyebrow she asked, “Have you Snot Rags been waiting here all this time?”

“No, we haven’t.” Isabelle mumbled.

“We just came back a minute ago to check on you.” Piper added.

Ruby chuckled, then said, “We have been waiting here.”

“Nosey trollops,” Aleisha whined, then she faced her partner and said, “Not you Rube, I’m calling them nosey trollops.”

“Actually Aleisha, I need to confess that maybe I am a nosey trollop as well, because I have been with them the whole time, I mean I just wanted to make sure that you’re alright.”

Aleisha smiled at her and said, “I assumed that you would stay here just in case I needed you, so I would classify your actions as noble behaviour rather than trollopy behaviour.”

“What’s a trollop?” Isabelle wondered aloud.

“Anyway Camel, what happened?” Piper asked.

Thinking about the most appropriate response, Aleisha replied, “Ummm, I think I’ve acquired a slave.”

“What?”

“Yes, I believe that she, her, She-who-is-in-there, will worship before me, and I strongly suspect that she will do whatever I tell her to do.”

“Hmmm, I think you just described all of us.” Isabelle noted wryly.

“Yeah, another slave in the harem.” Piper added.

Vicky gazed at her shyly and said, “That’s great news Aleisha, so thank you for your help.”

“Yeah thanks Camel, and anyway, how did you calm her down?” Piper asked.

“Hells Bells Piper,” Aleisha huffed, “She’s naked, and I’m wearing microscopic undergarments, so maybe try and figure it out!”

“Did you blow her off?” Isabelle asked.

“Yes, I did.”

“What did you do?” Ruby asked.

Aleisha took a moment to think about this important response, then she said, “I don’t want anybody to get any ideas, but I gave her a massage, and the massage included all the bits and pieces that tend to lead to satisfactory resolutions.”

“Hey wait up!” Piper boomed. “We’ve known you for more than two years, and you’ve never massaged any of us; but you know this psychotic bitch for five minutes, and she gets a massage?”

“Ohhh Great Leader, let’s take a moment to think about things, shall we. What was my task again?” Aleisha asked. “Did you, or did you not, want me to calm her down?” she asked, then she added, “Besides, I have massaged Ruby before.”

“Yes, five times!” Ruby replied brightly, then she added, “And the next one is due, errr … do you remember when the next one is due Aleisha?”

“Rube, I don’t tend to get involved in scheduling issues, I mean that’s your job.”

“Yes, I do apologise. I have it written down, so I’ll check.”

“Seriously, one time you should give me a bits-and-pieces massage.” Piper stated.

“Me too!” Isabelle exclaimed.

“I’ve told you all before that I receive but I do not give. In a massage sense, I am a massee not a masseur.”

“Stuck-up bitch.” Piper mumbled.

“Yes, as well as being a massee, I am a stuck-up bitch.” Aleisha agreed, then she said, “Ohhh, and I’m a stuck-up bitch who has a new favourite word.”

“Which is?”

“MB used the word Gas-”

“Who the fuck is MB?” Isabelle interrupted.

“From this moment on, I shall refer to She-who-is-in-there, as Muzzled Beast.”

“Hmmm, good one.” Piper nodded.

“What about if she’s not wearing a muzzle or a helmet?” Ruby asked.

Aleisha thought about it, then said, “Let’s not over-complicate things Rube.”

“Anyway, what’s your new favourite word?” Vicky asked.

“MB used the word Gasm in substitution for orgasm, and I have adopted the word.”

“Gasm, I like it,” Isabelle nodded, “Hey Soph, Gasm me up!”

“Wait a minute Isabelle, I have adopted the word, so I would prefer it if you found your own cute word for orgasm.”

“Fair enough, although I may randomly scream out the word, I mean you know, suffering from Tourette’s and all.”

“You don’t suffer from Tourette’s any more Tourette’s, because you’re a vampire.” Piper reminded her.

“Really?” Isabelle smirked cheekily, then she screamed out, “Fucking cock-sucker!”

Vicky said coyly, “I would say that was more intentional than random Isabelle.”

“Anyway, forget about that shit,” Piper broke in, “Give me a bits-and-pieces massage please Your Royal Highness, and I will then return the favour.”

“Sorry Piper, I’m physically and emotionally weary after attending to MB,” Aleisha replied, “So leave your name and number, and I will get back to you if or when I can be bothered.”

Sophia had understood the general gist of the conversation, and she asked, “Miss Piper Pisteel, tickle, tickle?”

“Yeah Frenchie, you can Gasm me up!”

“Goodness,” Aleisha huffed, “If you’re going to use my word, use it sparingly.”

“Sure,” Piper nodded, “I’ll only use when I want a Gasm!”

“I wouldn’t call that sparingly.” Ruby muttered.