Emancipating Emily – Chapter 5 (Part 1)
"I have decided to become a supervillain."
"Oh yeah? How come?"
Emily rolled over onto her side and began teasing a finger up along the young woman's bare back.
With a chuckle, she then leaned forward and planted a feather light kiss on the woman's thigh.
"Because the world is chock full of superheroes, and every single one of them is a self interested, self entitled criminal milking humanity of all their hope, all their self confidence, and their pride, not to mention their dignity. Because to be a hero now... one must put themselves first and last. So nah, I'd much rather be a supervillain."
There was a predatory growl to the woman's words.
"Oh? So, you're gonna to be a rebel now? An outlaw?" Jessica purred as she rolled onto her back so that Emily could more easily reach a hand between her thighs.
With a quick movement Emily's index finger found what it was looking for.
"I'm already a criminal. Or have you forgotten?" Emily asked quite intently as she intensified both pressure and movement on the woman's clit.
"Oh, I haven't forgotten. We were raided just last night. Or have you forgotten already?" the woman groaned.
Emily smirked, chuckled dryly, and then began flicking her tongue over the woman's hardened nub.
Then, after a long moment she interrupted Jessica's soft moans and said, "They wanted to use every bit of us, and the world, to fill up all that emptiness inside of them. Instead of letting us do it for em."
Jessica cocked one thick dark eyebrow by way of probing for more clarity to the woman's statement.
Again Emily smiled her playful smile, but for a long time she did not answer. Instead, she rolled Jessica's eyes into back into her head a couple of times.
Then, as the two lay with their legs entwined in such a way as it would be difficult to tell where one woman began and the other ended, the lithe woman with the shoulder length blonde hair said, "The power of a woman is subtle, like the morning mist, or a gentle river. Oh, sure, it seem innocuous at first, as if it's hardly anything at all... but take away that power..."
In one swift movement Emily yanked the pillow out from under Jessica's head, causing it to unceremoniously crash to the feather bed.
"Remove it, remove that softness, that once seemed so... insignificant... and life becomes so much harder, so very much harder."
Jessica's tawny eyes looked long and hard into the soft brown eyes of the woman who had rescued her from a pimp who had stolen her from her comfortable suburban home after a short internet courtship.
Jessica had never known what love was, you see, or known how to appreciate her own self, so the love bombing (by the man who would later turn her out onto the very worst streets) had felt to her like finally she'd discovered true love, and the meaning of life to boot.
When in fact all she'd found was a predatory narcissist who thought only of his own profits, and losses.
Sadly, Jessica had to find out the extremely hard way just how poorly her pimp Andy took his losses.
She found that out the day he'd found out she was pregnant, when he had kicked her until she aborted.
You see abortions are illegal in Texas, so to get his whore an abortion Andy would have had to take Jessica to another state, and Andy did not dare lose all them profits, from what he called "an unnecessary waste of time".
Not cuz she fucked up and got pregnant.
That's when Emily had stepped in. She'd asked around and found out why the girl she'd been keeping an eye on had suddenly gone missing. And when she found her, bleeding from her vagina, rectum, eyes and ears, from the beating Andy had given her, Emily had scooped her up and taken her to a doctor friend.
Later Emily had crept back into Andy's apartment and laced his peach tea with enough fentanyl to kill Mike Tyson five times over.
Of course Jessica never found out about that part.
But she did know Emily had literally saved her life that night.
Her neck bent at an awkward and uncomfortable angle without the pillow, Jessica smiled a knowing kind of smile. Because Emily had a way of explaining things that simply made sense to the high school dropout.
"Take away people's safety net, take away their comfort, their nurturing support and the world eventually crumbles into chaos," the former child sex slave told her employee and friend, as she gently tucked the pillow back under the woman's head.
Then tucking a loose curl behind the woman's ear, Emily whispered through a raspy, emotion filled voice and a few hovering tears, "They wanted to demonize us women... and so... now they have."
(to be cont.)
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