The story game

[FuckingRotter]

They're fucking everywhere!

[Sweetlust]

Tiffany let loose a squeal of terror upon seeing the Womble suits. Desperate to leave the room, she turned to flee. Rotter stopped her, pointing out the figures were only suits.

"What the hell is this?" Tiffany slapped Rotter's hand away. "Why did you bring me here?" She wanted answers. Why was my sister in this part of town? How did the strange cab driver know to bring us here, when he pretended not to know our destination? Why are there Womble costumes all over the place?

She looked up at him, then crossed her arms. Something more sinister was afoot and it didn't ease her fears to know her sister was somehow involved.


Uncrossing her arms, Tiffany grasped the front of Rotter's vest and pulled him to face level. A frown marred her lovely features.

"Rotter...talk...now!" Her tone was stern and her grip was tight. Rotter could tell, she meant business.

[FuckingRotter]

Rotter straightened with a jerk, jarring Tiffanys wrist and ripping his vest from her hand.

"I work with an organisation that investigates corruption in non-governmental services. Your sister is involved in an environmentalist plot to flood London. Those Womble costumes are hers, supplied by the BBC."

[Sweetlust]

Tiffany's eyes widened as the shock of what Rotter revealed to her sank in. Looking up at him, she shook her head in denial.

"No...no! You're lying! My sister would never serve the sadistic aims of the BBC! She loves the environment as much as I do!" she looked around the room. It wasn't possible, yet the evidence was all around her.

Pulling herself together, Tiffany forced herself to calm down. Now was not the time to break down like some weak pussy. No, she had to find out the truth. If her sister was being blackmailed into helping with the heinous plot, then she owed it to the girl to help get her to safety. If Tiffany found out her sister was a willing participant, then there would be hell to pay!

"Why didn't you tell me from the start?" Tiffany asked. "What if she's being blackmailed? What if she has no choice but to do this thing?" she searched his face for a clue that he sympathized with her plight. Nothing. He was doing his duty.

"Before you do anything, let's find her. Then she can answer our questions. If not--then I want to be the one to take her down. I deserve that much!" Tiffany gave Rotter a hard stare, daring him to contradict her.

"Come on, Rotter. It's time to get some answers!" Tiffany grasped his vest again. Pulling him down she gave him a hard kiss, startling the guy, then shoved him away.

"Don't just stand there looking lost! Move your arse!" she growled. Rolling up her sleeves, she headed toward the door.

[FuckingRotter]

"You need to stop, and listen. Not here though, there's a place round the corner, I'll buy you ice cream and explain it all."

[Sweetlust]

Tiffany eyed him suspiciously, but there was little she could do to help her sister if she didn't have information. Rotter clearly appeared to have information that might explain things. Pursing her lips, she considered his offer.

"Fine. By all means let's go." she nodded once and walked out the door with Rotter. Tiffany didn't trust him, but she did love ice cream.

There had better be some Rocky Road on the menu...or there will be hell to pay! She smiled wickedly as the thought passed through her mind.

[FuckingRotter]

Rotter sat Tiffany in a corner of the American diner themed restaurant, and went up to the counter to order. An espresso for himself, vanilla ice cream laced with rum for Tiffany. He didn't even think to ask her what she actually wanted.

He came and sat opposite her, scrutinising her face, as she shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. "Pretty", he thought, "not so sure of herself under the bright lights".

The order came. Tiffany ate her ice cream delicately. Rotter sipped his coffee and lit a cigarette, completely ignoring both the "No Smoking" signs, and the law. A waitress came over to remonstrate, but he fixed her with such a stare that she retreated.

"Your sister is not being blackmailed, she's not acting under any sort of duress."

"I don't believe you."

"Listen. She's being paid by the Environment Agency to secretly recruit saboteurs. On the surface her job as a human resources manager appears legitimate, but closer scrutiny has revealed that new employees are being found amongst protest and direct action groups. That's not illegal in itself, but the agencies secret agenda is to cause massive devestatingly to property and the economy. Even as we sit here, your sister has operatives working underground and overground, undermining the capitals drainage systems and flood defences. Another winter like the one we've just had, and we're fucked."

[Sweetlust]

Tiffany's nose wrinkled when she looked down and saw the vanilla ice-cream in the serving dish placed in front of her. She looked up to see Rotter watching her, waiting for the inevitable explosion because it wasn't Rocky Road. A ghost of smile played about his lips as he pulled out a cigarette.

Tiffany knew it was more than her patience was worth to argue about the ice-cream or the fact that he was going to smoke in and establishment with a 'No Smoking' policy. She ate her ice-cream, surprised at the interesting flavor created by the splash of rum. They sat in silence as she finished her ice-cream and he finished his coffee. Tiffany knew that the silence couldn't last forever and she had to know the truth. As she carefully pushed the dish aside Tiffany heard Rotter's accusation against her sister.

She didn't believe it and told him so, but his next words confirmed her worst fears. A secret life, a hidden agenda, economic and environmental damage--what had her sister become?

"Rotter, you can't be talking about my sister? She can't even chew gum and walk at the same time...I mean she's just not the brightest penny in the bank, you know? You claim she's basically orchestrating some plot masterminded by the Environmental Agency to destroy our economy and environment, yet the best idea she had was to have her recruits dress up as Wombles?" Tiffany shook her head.

She just couldn't believe her sister was capable of carrying out the Agency's plot, yet the woman couldn't boil water without burning it! Still, Tiffany had to admit, there were days when her sister would come home covered in leaves, dirt and looked very bedraggled.

Perhaps there was some truth to what he was saying. Her sister leading a double life was hard to fathom, but so was the idea that Wombles were being used as the Agency's catspaw. Anything was possible, she supposed.

"Okay, let's just say, I believe you." Tiffany rolled her eyes as Rotter took a drag on the cigarette and continued speaking. "How do you propose we stop her? She's no Einstein, but obviously she knows enough to carry out this evil plot." she waited for him to answer.

Instead of answering right away, he blew out the smoke causing her to cough. A rumble of laughter bubbled in his chest. Tiffany reached across and snatched the cigarette from his fingers. Never taking her eyes from his, she crushed it in the serving dish.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Do you just like breaking the law because you can? Smoke all you like when you're with whatever cunt you're spending the evening slapping, but you will not kill me with second-hand smoke! Now, please tell me you have some sort of plan? Or do you just like keeping me in suspense?" She gave him a pleading look.

Tiffany knew that move might earn her a bit of a slap or an angry retort, but she needed to get to the bottom of this before her sister wreaked unholy havoc on the country--maybe even the world. If worse came to worse, she'd take out her sister herself and blast those Womble-suited nutjobs to hell!

It was going to be a long night.

[FuckingRotter]

Just then, Rotter, ever attentive, never sat with his back to a room, noticed the taxi driver from before walk in. Shadows of strange shapes lurking just beyond site of the doorway were cast by the street lights on to the pavement. Rotter reached down in to the holdall, pulling a sawn off shotgun out, whilst pulling Tiffany over the table then kicking it over I front of him.

Tiffany tried to get up, but he knocked her down again with the back of his hand, and came up shooting and pumping the action on the gun just as two Womble-suited figures followed the driver in.

Within seconds, four bleeding figures lay on the floor, two armed Womblers, that would be doing the rest of their Wombling underground, a taxi driver that would never refuse to go south of the river at this time of the night again, and Tiffany, who was bleeding from lip and nose, and unsure if her jaw wasn't broken.

"For fucks sake!" Rotter grabbed Tiffany, dragging her out in to the street, shotgun ready....

[Sweetlust]

Tiffany, in a daze, blinked twice, unable to fathom what just happened. Before she could protest, even a little, Rotter pulled her out of the ice cream parlor.

She wondered what the hell had her sister gotten herself involved with. The dead Womble freaks lay sprawled on the floor in a bloody heap. She gasped to recognize the taxi driver.

"What's going on? ROTTER! SLOW DOWN!" she yelled as he yanked her down the sidewalk. She could barely keep up with his long-legged stride. "WAIT!" she tried to pull her arm from his grasp to no avail.

"Where are we going? Did you break my jaw?" she stumbled along, pain radiating down her nose, to her jaw. She reckoned she wouldn't be able to talk if he had. Rotter stayed quiet, his eyes carefully sweeping the crowd. Without hesitation he stopped short, raised the shotgun and fired again. Two blasts, the crowd ducked and dodged to avoid being hit.

When the smoke cleared, two more Womble suited minions lay dead. Tiffany cringed. She hoped they found her sister soon. She needed answers before Rotter killed all the suspects.

[Sweetlust]

Tiffany decided on a different tactic to get the answers she knew Rotter held. Grabbing his arm, Tiffany pulled him around to face her.

"Look, we need to find my sister. We find her...we find the brains behind all this!" she planted her body between him and the next shot. "We also need to get out of here before the authorities find you...that gun...and those dead Wombles...er...people. Let's go get another ice-cream and you can tell me all about how you didn't get enough hugs as kid. Then we can find my sister." Tiffany pulled him along, hoping the bloodlust in his eyes would die down soon. Perhaps a bowl of cookie dough ice-cream would loosen his tongue.

[FuckingRotter]

"This bitch eats too much ice cream" thought Rotter.

As they passed an alley, he spun her round, showed her the back of his hand again, sending her flying down the alley. He walked towards her slowly, menacingly. "You've had this coming to you."

With another backhand, he knocked Tiffany to the floor, bent, grabbed a handful of her beautiful brown hair, and pulled her to her knees. Tiffany gasped. Rotter began to rain uncontrolled blows down on her pretty face with his left hand. Stubbornly, Tiffany refused to cry out, but she whimpered with each strike, wondering just how far her attacker was going to go.

Suddenly the assault stopped, and Tiffany was yanked brutally back to her feet. Rotter wrapped her hair around his fist, pulling her face to his, as he spat out. "Now you're going to fucking behave, or I'm dumping you right here."

He let go, gave Tiffany one more brutal slap with the back of his hand, dismissively, he turned and walked off. Unbelievably, inexplicably, she obediently followed.

[orgasmstogo]

although they were not alone,from behind a clump of bushes sprung a disheveled looking man holding a small pistol!!!!!Pointing it at both our heads,violently said "if you do what I say it will all be over in a matter of minutes" "that means you too man!!!" .........."please no" I screamed " here take my purse and my jewellery"...............he grabbed my male companion by his arm and twisted it"don't get smart with me,lady....I don't want your cash...I'm here for flesh and tonight it's free"

[insearchof33333]

(Just a side note...And ironically, in real life, with women like Tiffany, the only thing they will remember from the incident is that he said "my beautiful brown hair," or think he wouldn't beat me if he didn't love me, or that he's a real man. And yes they still follow "unbelievably and inexplicably" How sad and pathetic is that?)

[FuckingRotter]

Oh, I feel sure Tiffany has worse coming before the break of dawn!

Wondering at the out of place bushes on Shaftesbury Avenue, Tiffany kicked the thing that emerged from them, took its gun, shot it, and caught up with Rotter, smiling, cheerily linking arms with the sadistic, violent skinhead.

[Sweetlust]

Tiffany could hardly believe the events of the evening. The Wombles, the rape, her sister, the explosion, that creepy dude in the bushes and the arse whopping Rotter put on her--it was crazy! But it also told her something very important. A huge smile split her face (though Rotter had done much of that already to her lip).

Whipping her arm from his, Tiffany jumped in front of Rotter, halting him in his tracks. Shoving him against a handy brick wall, she leapt into the surprised man's arms. Wrapping her shapely legs around his hips, Tiffany gave him a feral grin as she felt his strong hands firmly gripping the rounded globes of her arse.

"You like me...don't you? Oh my god...this was your way of asking me on a date!" She squealed in delight. "Oh darling, you should have just said! You are so sweet...oh...Rotter, of course I'll be your girl! I'll be Nancy to your Sid! We'll be together forever! Now give us a kiss you big lug!" She gripped his head brutally, yanking his mouth to hers.

"Mmmmm....!" She shoved her tongue down the shocked guy's throat. She stopped long enough to breathe and stare into Rotter's eyes. "It's you and me now. You can do whatever you want, but cheat on me...I will gut you like fish, cut off your balls and force feed them to you. Come you sexy beast, we've got a city to save.

Rotter let her down gently, one hand reached down to pick up the gun he'd dropped. Giving Tiffany a hard stare. He gripped her throat, then bent to kiss her. This time he bit her lip, drawing blood. The coppery taste made him smile.

"Now, you're my girl." H growled then pulled Tiffany along as they made their way toward their next adventure.

Will Tiffany and Rotter enjoy anarchistic bliss? Is bitch slapping merely foreplay to them? What of her evil sister? These questions bring more questions...which won't be answered now. For now, let us bid Tiff and Rott...goodbye... )

THE END.

[insearchof33333]

Awwww what a sweet love story I can't wait for the continuing adventures of Tiff and Rot.

[FuckingRotter]

Sweet? Love? Are you fucking bonkers? I've not even got started with Tiffany....

[luvnlust]

A brilliant and fitting (or fisting?) end to a beautiful fairy tale! I have to choke back the tears now that it's over, knowing the two of them are living happily ever after. And special kudos to Sweetlust (reps given) - your writing is always excellent and engaging!

[Shawn D]

I doubt this is truly the end when there are some questions unanswered. Like how is Tiffany still in one piece after repeatedly suffering the fearsome wrath of Rotter? Who was the man who came from the bush? What kind of bush was it, a plant or a mass of pubic hair? Why does "fisting end" sound so painful yet so hot?