Battlefield

“My World's Nothing when you're Gone.” - Jordin Sparks, Battlefield

Kitty woke with a scream as the yellow car slammed into the side of her car, everything was black. She shivered, then felt warm arms wrap around her and she was held. Kitty was almost ten. She was hurting, and knew that her Mom and Dad were gone. Aunt Charlene was here, but that didn't really fix anything.

She replayed the events over and over again. Remembering how happy they had been, out for a Sunday drive to go to IHOP for dinner with Aunt Charlene. Dad was driving and the three were talking about a movie that was coming out, one that Kitty wasn't really interested in, but she liked listening to them. Her family was perfect, they were never angry, never fought, and Aunt Charlene was like a really big sister to her.

Dad had stopped at a light, and when it went green, he proceeded through. Kitty remembered her Mom and Auntie screaming, then she saw the yellow car. She remembered the crunching sound of tearing metal, and the pain as the car crumpled around her, then nothing, except an image that kept repeating in her head, a girl standing on the street corner, dressed in purple.

She had woken up in hospital, wrapped up in bandages with a machine beeping close to her, and Aunt Charlene sitting in a chair, also with bandages, holding her hand. Kitty thought she would never stop crying when the Doctor told her that both her parents had not survived the accident. She was an only child, and Aunt Charlene was the only other family she had. The happy family evaporated with that accident, and Kitty began a free fall.

Charlene O'Reilly had known Kitty and her mother, Susan Douglas for most of Kitty's life. She had been Kitty's babysitter when the girl was younger, and out of that, a friendship had slowly grown. Howard Douglas had always treated her with the utmost respect, and when the friendship had developed, both of them always welcomed her into their home and into their family without reservation.

Legally, it did not take much, because to her shock and surprise, both Susan and Howard's wills named her as the guardian of choice for young Kitty. Charlene was 22 when the accident occurred that claimed the lives of her good friends and left her with little choice but to take on the role of Mom to a broken and lost little girl.

Not really much choice, Charlene would never deny them that, and would not abandon Kitty. The wills had a cash settlement that ensured Charlene would have enough funds to pay for Kitty's upkeep without having to strain herself too much, and the courts were working their way through the insurance claims for the other driver. Whacked out on coke and pot that he was, it was fully his fault, and as such, there would be a decent settlement at the end of it. Charlene kept out of it, never even showing up to any of the court appearances, and never even found out the other driver's name.

Kitty recovered from her physical injuries, and with the help of a counselor, slowly began her long emotional recovery. Charlene was very careful to not date and to ensure that Kitty was foremost in her life. No boyfriend would get in the way of her taking care of the daughter who she had grown to love like a little sister. To honor Susan and Howard's memory if nothing else.

At the age of 23, Charlene O'Reilly took on the full responsibility of raising 10-year-old Mariah Catherine 'Kitty' Douglas who responded to the change with acceptance and love, which she always got in return from Charlene.

By the time Kitty was fifteen, she was a handful. Five years of living without a solid male presence began to weigh on her. Her Mother and Father were a painful memory and she still cried at night sometimes feeling the loss. Charlene was perfect in every way. Always ready with a hug or a shoulder to listen to her fears and worries. But she was a mom. Kitty didn't have a dad, and she missed that terribly.

Kitty began to rebel, first by losing her virginity to a boy on the night of her 15th birthday, then by beginning to run away and search for that which she had lost. She never went far and felt bad for worrying Charlene as she did, but Kitty felt an immense feeling of loss that nothing would fill, except boys. Those managed to somewhat fill the loss. She kept also seeing the image of the girl, dressed in purple, at random times, but always at a time of intense stress.

She was convinced by Charlene when she was 17 to get Norplant. A 5 year injection that would prevent pregnancy. Charlene knew her ward was sexually active, and despite her best efforts, Kitty was barely contained. By getting her Norplant, at the very least, one worry was taken from Charlene, a teenage pregnancy.

Kitty's 18th Birthday was an experience. In many ways, it was Kitty's acceptance into the world of Adulthood. She had been fucking for years, but now she was legal, and that made a world of difference. She celebrated with Charlene, then disappeared for three days.

Charlene got a phone call every morning to assure her Kitty was still breathing, but she didn't see her for a full weekend, until Kitty dragged herself back into their home, bedraggled and looking so well worn that Charlene knew what she had been doing. She could smell it. Charlene closed the door behind Kitty, she failed to see a woman standing at the edge of the property, dressed in a purple and silver outfit.

Charlene tsked her young sister, pulled her into the bathroom, and ignoring Kitty's pleas, turned on the shower, then undressed her. It was shocking. Kitty's body was covered in bruises and marks where she had obviously been handled very roughly. Charlene had been shocked, but this was not unexpected. The past few boyfriends had been rough with her, and Kitty had left each one when it got too intense, but the scars were there.

Charlene had stripped down to her underwear, and fully washed Kitty down, despite the height difference, Kitty was a full head taller than her surrogate mother, Charlene could still easily take charge of her, and Kitty always relented when she had come home after her adventures.

They sat in the kitchen with coffee after Kitty was clean, and Charlene listened, shaking her head and nodding as Kitty detailed her birthday adventures. A gangbang, Kitty was not sure how many boys there had been, but it had been intense. Not all of them had used condoms either, and that had been the sign for Kitty to finally leave. She had been told on the third day there were no condoms left, but there were plenty of hard cocks, and she was going to get a long hard ride bare. She had decided then that it was time to go home. She had been held down and one of the boys had even slid home while she fought, then Kitty had snarled at him that this was not sex, and she would scream rape if they didn't get off her. She was allowed to go.

Charlene did not really know what to do. Kitty always listened to her advice but did not always take that advice. She had been leaning towards the more extreme side of ecstasy for a while, and her young body was beginning to show signs of the lifestyle.

Charlene decided that it was time to work again. She didn't have to, what with the accident settlement and the estate from Susan and Howard she was set for a moderately comfortable life. However, it was boring, Kitty had grown up and it was time for Charlene to begin to explore again.

Now that Kitty had graduated, she wasn't sure what to do with her life. She had a keen interest in science and had been leaning towards medical school, but was unsure if she wanted to fully commit to many years of learning to become a nurse or therapist. She had excelled in the sciences as well, taking a very strong interest in physics and specifically, nuclear physics, dealing with high-energy particles and their interactions.

Kitty decided to start easy, she enrolled in Massage School so she could become a licensed masseuse, and began taking classes to get her certifications. That meant she was again gone for most of the day, which left Charlene alone to begin exploring her own life, now that her protege was finally grown up enough that she could allow her wants and desires to make their presence felt.

They were close to downtown Seattle where they lived, and Charlene looked for work, more as a hobby than anything else. Something to get her out of the house they shared while Kitty was off doing her massage schooling. Charlene landed a job as a trainee Barista at a Starbucks and quickly worked her way to assistant manager of the location.

She also got Kitty a part-time job there, so the girl could feel even more independent, which got her a kick in the heart three months later when Kitty then moved out to live on her own. Not far away, but on her own. Charlene had cried for a weekend as she felt like she had been abandoned. She knew it was silly, Kitty had not abandoned her, she was simply growing up.

A few months after Kitty had moved out, Charlene began to be courted by a Scotsman who had been frequenting Starbucks daily. He was charming and witty. He loved the fact that she had long red hair that she allowed to drape down to her hips, and when they finally got together, the sparks flew.

They were passionate together, and they fit so well, that Charlene thought he was the one. Until he tried to dominate her in one session. Charlene was far too independent for that nonsense, and seeing how Kitty was being treated by the so-called Dominants, she had punched Tad squarely in the jaw, got dressed, and then stormed out of there and refused to talk to him for a full week.

He eventually won her back over when she showed up at the Starbucks a week later to find the entire store covered in pink balloons, each one saying Sorry on it, and with Tad McDragough sitting there on his motorbike, waiting patiently for her. She walked right up to him and stood in front of him, still feeling angry, but her emotions softened by the outrageous display he had put on for her.

“You're going to get me into so much trouble, Tad.” She finally said.

“And why would that be, me lass?” He replied in his strong Scottish brogue.

“Pink is not part of the Starbucks color scheme. If Corporate sees this they'll be mighty pissed at us.” She said, edging closer and half turning to look at the balloons all over the storefront. Hundreds of them, all saying 'sorry', all floating in the light breeze as they bobbed and moved together.

Tad chuckled. “If yon head office decides to lay a complaint, I'll happily pay the fine. Tis a special occasion, Red. I am making for you an apology.”

“Why? Because you don't normally apologize? Are you that arrogant?” She snapped.

“Nay lass. Nothing like that. I am more than man enough to make amends when I do wrong, and I have wronged you. You wouldn't talk to me all week. I had to get my message through to you somehow. I figured this was a better way.” He said, then he gently took her arm, and she slightly resisted but then slipped closer so he could embrace her.

“I suppose I shouldn't stay angry at somebody who goes to all the trouble of covering an entire storefront in pink balloons, Tad.” She said, finally beginning to hug him.

“You can stay as angry as ye feel, Red. I made an error. I will do me best not to do that again, but I canna promise not to make other errors. I'm nae perfect.” He said, gently holding her and kissing the top of her head.

She looked up at him, then turned as she heard a car door close and then a surprised laugh.

“What in the hell? Charlene, what did you do now?” Came from one of the other Barista's as she walked up to the front of the store and just looked at the mass of balloons.

“Kim, don't ever get pissed off at a Scotsman. He'll cover you in pink balloons to make it up to you.” she called back, laughter in her tone as she looked at the store through different eyes.

Kim laughed as she walked over to where Charlene and Tad were standing, observing their body language and assessing the circumstances. “I guess you won't be opening with us today then?”

“I'll be there. It's my job.” Charlene replied but made no move to leave Tad's embrace.

“Right. I don't think your mind is gonna be on slinging capps and frapps, girl.” Kim said, then held out her hand.

“Keys. You talk to your fella, I'll get the place ready.” She smiled as Charlene handed her the keyring and then went to unlock the doors and get the Starbucks open for business.

Charlene and Tad had talked all day, then they had gone back to his place and made love, the sparks flying just like before, but with no domination from him. That was what he had referred to as one of her hard limits, and he respected that.

Charlene realized that she had deep feelings for the roguish Scotsman but she refused to allow her heart to open, because she was too worried about Kitty to allow anybody past her shields. She enjoyed his company, and he enjoyed hers as well. They became friends, with added benefits, which suited Charlene fine. She knew that he played rough, and he knew that she did not.

Not that she didn't like a bit of rough play, Charlene liked to be spanked during sex, the added sting really heightened her orgasms, and Tad knew just how to make her cum screaming from the rafters. She had also managed to slip under his defenses and she began to figure him out, much better than he even knew himself.

She knew a little about Tad's first love. A woman he had married back in Scotland when he was just twenty. The woman who left him without a word one day. One of the reasons he had fled his homeland and begun to travel the world.

He had found his way to Seattle and had settled there, getting a job making billboards and getting hooked on Starbucks' Frapps with chocolate and espresso. The way Charlene knew how to make them for him.

Charlene had never pressed him on his history, like her, he had demons, and she allowed him to share them as he saw fit. The relationship between them just worked, even with the occasional fire that they had to work together to put out.

Charlene needed that because Kitty continued to spiral. She had gone through three boyfriends before 18, and then she now went through two more in fairly quick secession.

Kitty had begun to delve into the darker side of adult life, playing rough and enjoying it, kinky sex worked. She got her tongue pierced and practiced for hours until she could deep-throat an entire banana so that any guy she was with could know just how talented she was.

She loved to get fucked. Having her pussy filled by a hard cock was the best feeling she had ever felt. When Kitty came it was mind-blowing, she saw sparks, the room spun around, and she felt like her head would explode.

If that happened during a play session, with ropes, and some whips or paddles, then she was in subspace, and it made it just so dreamy that she creamed over and over again. She was always trying to be conscious of the rules for kinky play. Be Safe, do Sane things, and always agree to the play so that it was Consensual. It was just so good with these older guys who knew so much about how to make her body writhe with good feelings, how to fuck her so well, and how to give her the strong male presence she had lost so long ago. She had no idea why a strong male made her feel safe, it was not some aspect that she had ever wanted to fuck her dad, but having a man inside of her, controlling her, it just made her feel safe.

Kitty lost her grip on reality when she met JJ Jacobson. 38 years old, Chief foreman for a building company that made skyscrapers, and so Dominant it made her wet just listening to him. He claimed her the first night, gripping her hair tightly and kissing her so hard that her lips were bruised. When he took her to bed, she didn't stop cumming for an hour.

He was rough, Kitty liked it rough. He was strong, Kitty came home with bruises all over her hips and breasts from his hard calloused fingertips. He was controlling. Kitty had to wear what he wanted and go over to his place when he called. She loved playing the slut for him, dressing like a street whore, and sometimes doing things like the whores would do, like blowing him in an alley or getting fucked up against the wall of a building, in public.

He was so handsome and so controlling. When he began to really explore the kinky side of life, Kitty was all for it. She went along with him to a kink club called The Spot and got her first taste of real BDSM when she got strung up on a rack and whipped by another man while John slowly fucked her with his fingers, making sure she didn't cum until he said she could. When they went home later, she kept cumming while he fucked her for an hour or more, and woke up sopping wet from her experience, totally enamored with her new Master.

She was embarrassed the first time Charlene saw her after a play session and was shocked by the marks all over her, Kitty shrugged them off, all bubbly over the mind-blowing sex, and did her best to overcome Charlene's fears and tried to make sure Charlene didn't see her marks after that.

Master, as JJ liked her to call him, rather, he instructed her to call him, was totally in control of her. Kitty was hooked on him like a drug and he was her daily fix. Sex was intense, and body-numbing. Even when he took her anally, which she found painful and uncomfortable, for her it was a means of showing him that he owned all of her, and for him, it was one more means to control this vivacious teen who he had under his thumb.

Things slowly began to change for the worse when JJ encountered one of his friends at a play session. Especially when the friend asked to use Kitty for a while. JJ agreed, and when Kitty came back, pussy dripping with the other man's cum, JJ realized that what he had was a slave, not just a sex toy, but a proper slave. He began to work her into the proper mindset of that.

Kitty was determined to please her Master in every way he asked. When he told her to sleep with his friend, Kitty did not even object. The other man was rough with her, pounding her pussy roughly and forcing her to deep throat his smelly cock until she gagged, but she did it willingly, for Master.

That was the beginning of a long six-month slide for Kitty. She took a collar from JJ, a solid steel ring with a heart-shaped padlock, two inches wide, that she wore willingly to show her obedience and servitude to the man she felt that she loved and who she happily called Master.

When she displeased him, he would spank or whip her until she could barely breathe, then he would fuck her until her mind melted under the sensations. When he was happy, Kitty was in ecstasy with him. She would crawl naked to him over broken glass if he asked because she felt so fulfilled when she was with him.

Charlene continued to develop her relationship with Tad, and he shared her concerns over Kitty as he advised her on many occasions. The girl was now an adult and as such, she had to make her choices. If she ever asked for help, they'd be there in a flash, however, she had to ask. Charlene had actually pouted the first time Tad had told her that, and they had spent the rest of the evening cuddled together in bed, not fucking, just him holding her as she enjoyed the company she had not had for so very long before him.

Kitty's 19th birthday was a wake-up call. Charlene had brought together some of Kitty's friends, and Tad had been there. He had met John Jonas Jacobson at that meeting, but it has only been in passing. Kitty had been happy, but subdued until JJ had shown up. Charming, in a rough way, he had kissed her with a swoon that had all the other girls squealing and fanning themselves. Kitty was so taken with the man that she almost fainted, and JJ had swiftly taken her away to celebrate privately.

Tad had not gotten a good vibe from him and quietly had told Charlene about it. She agreed, but what could they do? Tad had asked at The Spot and some of the regulars had begun to keep an eye on Kitty and JJ as they came regularly to play. Noting that he had begun to get more extreme with her and that she had begun to look a bit haggard.

Kitty still showed up to work but was beginning to look rough around the edges, and Charlene caught her on more than one occasion gripping the counter and looking like she was about to cry, but then Kitty pulled herself together and carried on with a bright smile. A smile that Charlene could see right through, something was wrong.

She defended JJ at every step. No matter how she felt, he could do no wrong, Charlene even tried to have Tad talk to her, but Kitty waved him off airily saying nothing was wrong and going about her business like she always did.

Charlene realized that Tad would back her up without question, but he would not intervene until Kitty asked for help. Otherwise, he was interfering in another man's relationship, and he felt there was no honor in that until the other man proved that intervention had to occur.

Charlene made sure Kitty had her on speed dial, and at every point, drilled the message home to her to call if she needed help, at any time, day or night. If she needed help, Charlene would be there. Just promise to call. Kitty finally agreed to that promise, and Charlene slightly relaxed. A promise between her and Kitty was blood, neither of them would ever break it.

She did not understand the lifestyle, so spent a few Saturday evenings with Tad at The Spot watching other couples play and beginning to expand her horizons. The bondage didn't turn her on at all, but the love shown between some of the couples was enticing. She felt that kind of affection between her and Tad, she just could not see herself submitting like those other girls. He didn't seem to mind, his attentions towards her were always very fulfilling, and Charlene continued to build their relationship as it just felt comfortable.