Alright, here's part two. Pardon the surely numerous mistakes in spelling and grammar (And missing words my lazy proofreading may have missed.)

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The rest of the day was hard to concentrate on for a couple reasons, the foremost being that my mind was occupied trying to decide what I wanted from Beatrice. My first instinct was to simply take her home for one night and send her father a polite apology the next morning along with some piece of her. But I could do that with any of the Bottoms in the school and they'd be happy to do so, also I wouldn't have to send most of their parents an apology, or even any sort of notice. No, this one was too interesting for that, her fear of me sparked against something I only got when killing, and I wasn't going to throw that away for a single night, or even a week. If the fear faded then I might have to do something to bring it back, but until then I'd find a way to enjoy the mix of feelings she obviously had.

The second reason was that Carly was all over me for most of the day. About three minutes before lunch was called, I was pulled into the nurse's main office as she woke up. I was surprised that she remembered how I killed her, I had thought her brain to be too damaged by Locke's kick at that point, but she was happy to explain to me how it felt to be stabbed like that so abruptly. And evidently she enjoyed it so much that she had to drag me everywhere for the rest of the school day, which I was not in all honesty upset about.

Rafe and Locke winked at me almost in tandem when we found out way to their table in the cafeteria. Rafe seemed most amused when Carly took a seat in my lap instead of finding her own. It wasn't that much of an issue, she was small and I was the tallest of the four of us. One thing that Tops and Bottoms aren't segregated in is food, we all choose what to eat from the same menu. Tops get first choice of course, but there isn't exactly any worry of running out, so only the very last Bottoms in line have limitations on what to eat, and that only because there are so many of them.

Rafe and Locke teased me through most of the meal about killing Carly just so I could see some Bottom girl, and not doing anything more to her than talking and breaking the same finger I already had, so I really just killed her for nothing. I responded by telling them if they killed Carly they'd know that was motive enough in itself. This quickly got her on my side, leaving me to eat quietly while she took each jab they made at me personally, though in a joking manner.

I'd gotten a read on her personality pretty quickly, and she was actually a rather rare kind of Top. Most of us see ourselves as higher than everyone else, and put that into our attitudes, even those who enjoy being put down every once in a while like Rafe clearly had with the girl in the courtyard. Then there were those like Carly who pretty much ignored the Bottoms as unimportant and focused entirely on Tops because only we had the attitude to give her what she wanted. She acted mostly like the rest of us, privileged and more than a little haughty. But she threw herself at people she thought would abuse her, which is why I suspected she switched her attention to me after I killed her, if I had to guess I'd say that was the first time she'd been seriously hurt in a while and she was hoping that I'd give her more.

She was talking to Rafe and Locke on other subjects by now, leaving me to listen and watch. Apparently the school's swim team was doing really well this year, particularly the Bottom faction, to everyone's surprise. This sort of thing didn't interest me as much as Papa Night Horse would have liked, but it was important so I listened, though I had taken the still bloody knife Locke had given me from my backpack, holding it where none of the other's could see it. “I haven't seen this much determination in our swim team since... Ever.” Locke said flamboyantly, waving It's dark hand with an amused smile on It's lips.

“Well they can hardly be outdone by our Bottom Team, can they?” Rafe asked, loudly, turning his head and earning several scowls from those Tops that I assumed to be the Swim Team.

“Apparently they can.” I said quietly, earning a laugh from almost everyone in ear shot. Only Carly didn't, and that was because she had felt the cold of my blade pressed lightly between her shoulder blades, eliciting a soft gasp that was covered by everyone else's laughter. I had chosen a seat near the cafeteria's wall, meaning that Carly and I were the only one's who knew I had her murder weapon pressed against her again.

Locke and Rafe continued talking, Carly leaning back against me, trying to get the knife to pierce her skin but I just pulled it back every time she moved. “I'm not going to hurt you,” I said so only she could hear, drawing a whimper. “Unless you don't talk for rest of the school day.” It was a test more than anything, seeing if I could get her to do what I wanted with promises of pain and loss of control. If I could, then I had a much more easily preserved toy than Beatrice, though not quite as cute or interesting. It wouldn't be hard to make sure that she didn't talk throughout the day, she certainly seemed determined enough to drag me about the place, and I had little reason to stop her. And now reason not to.

I slid the point of the knife down her back, light enough that it didn't make a mark on the many threads of her fishnet top, but with enough weight that she could feel it travelling down her spine causing her back to arch, shoulder blades pushing back, stomach forward and breasts out as she inhaled sharply. I brought the blade wielding arm to wrap around her waist with the point of the knife pressed to bare crook of her hip bellow the table, the other arm coming up her chest to wrap my hand lightly about her throat, pulling her back against me as well as tilting her head back so that I could feel it resting back on my shoulder. Movement to my right caught my eye and I saw Beatrice sitting down at a table just along the wall to Carly and myself, her eyes on me before travelling down and seeing the blood-stained knife I had pressed to my panting friend. Her mouth opened slightly in a mix of concern and lust.

I smiled and turned my head to face Carly's neck, my lips and teeth playing along it as I brought the knife teasingly across her stomach prompting a harsh shiver and quiet moan, her hands grasping tightly at the sides of our seat as the point of the blade moved over the vulnerable skin. This drew the gazes of Locke and Rafe for a few moments, but they couldn't see the knife so they soon turned back to each other, continuing to speak on other things as I shifted positions slightly, pushing Carly's legs apart to allow access to her cunt. She gasped and moaned again when she felt the point of the knife against her wet folds, the harsh metal touching her only gently and causing no harm and just the slightest semblance of pain before I flipped it over and began to push the polished wooden handle into her body, drawing another moan and arch of her body.

I looked over at Beatrice then, seeing her determinedly facing her food, pushing it into her mouth with one hand while the other had a rather tight grip on the plastic knife beside her tray. I could have sworn that I saw her thighs pressing together as well, but it was a long distance to accurately mark such an easily subtle movement. I pushed the knife's hilt fully into the girl in my lap, my grip on her neck tightening, though not enough to actually restrict her air or blood flow bringing a satisfyingly frustrated moan from her lips, though her hips were moving happily enough against the knife inside of her.

By the time lunch was over Carly was at the edge of her release, but the bell rang so I pulled the knife from her sex and shoved her to the floor in order to stand, doing my best to wipe what of her juices had gotten on me off of my pant leg. “Where to next?” I asked as Carly shakily stood to her feet and opened her mouth. I swiftly brought my finger to my lips, and raised my eyebrows at her. She nodded, eyes widening as she realised how close she had come to speaking before she simply grabbed my arm and pulled me eagerly along hardly giving me time to gather up my backpack.

The rest of the day was spent with Carly in my lap. Most of her classes I spent taking notes for her or myself, depending on whether I was meant to be in the class or not. We received a few disapproving looks from the Enhanced Chemistry Professor, but I was not breaking any rules by joining Carly for class, and I was clearly attempting to learn during it so he said nothing. Two of the classes however were spent bringing Carly to the brink of an orgasm again and again before stopping, and on more than one occasion needing to hold her wrists in my hands and my own leg between hers to keep her from achieving it herself when she became extremely frustrated.

I noticed that Beatrice was in most of the more advanced classes that we attended, studiously taking notes and looking through things in books or web-pages on the subject when the classes respective teachers were not saying or doing anything important. She clearly worked hard to be where she was. Whether that was because her father encouraged her or because she wanted this herself was not something that I could say for certain. Though I suspected it to be something in between. I had the power to either make this much easier on her, or make her need to work on it even harder. I hadn't decided which yet, though I considered a possibility that would be somewhere in the middle.

When the end of the day came Carly was practically dripping uncontrollably, the constant teasing as well as promises of abuse if she behaved and kept her mouth shut pushing her to a nearly perpetual state of apprehensive arousal, particularly as we neared the point where she might be free. The final bell rang and she was the first to stand, having learned that if she did not she would quickly end up on the floor. She looked at me expectantly as I took my dear time gathering my things.

Once everything was properly packed within my backpack I spoke. “Go say goodbye to Locke and Rafe for me, tell them that you'll see them in the morning here.” She nodded and rushed out the door. I followed at a rather more easy pace. I grabbed Beatrice's shoulder as she was about to head out the door. She turned her head to look at me, finding my mouth on hers for an instant before I pushed past her and out the door, leaving her standing on her own and almost seeming in shock until I was out of sight.

Carly caught up with me outside of the main building, making my way toward the street. She looked at me with wide eyes, apparently unsure if she were allowed to talk to me or not. I waited until the automatic vehicle Papa Shawn had given me when he and Papa Night Horse had told me that I would be sent away to fend for myself. It wasn't particularly flashy, but it was more than serviceable. I got in, leaving the door open for Carly as well while I set the destination for my home. I had considered taking her some alternative places first, but the first day had involved a lot more time than others would, meaning that it was mid-evening. And Carly seemed far too hyper for me to take her anywhere calm, and certainly too horny for me to trust her anywhere wild. “So, how did you find the first day?” I asked her as the vehicle began to move.

The ride was spent in conversation, though we could have done more as manual vehicles were rarely seen anywhere other than the “Between” colonies. But I wanted to draw it out a little more, toying with the knife the entire time, reminding her what awaited when we arrived.

I was pleased that my test had worked out as well as it had, Carly had not tried to speak after the first slip up, and had only tried to do anything I clearly wanted her not to that one point where she lost control and tried to bring herself to release prematurely due to my, admittedly cruel teasing. When we arrived and got out of the vehicle I rummaged through my backpack and tossed a small plastic wrapped pill to her. “Take that.” She didn't seem to recognise it, but immediately tossed it into her mouth.

The medication was a fairly new discovery, it allowed people to be severely damaged or killed and heal over night. I was told when I bought a particularly large amount of them (For a particularly large amount of my personal account) that they put a dead body in a bit of forced stasis and then encouraged growth with the lingering energy in the person, directing that toward their wounds over nearly ten hours before jump-starting them again once the process was complete. Essentially meaning that I would be able to kill Carly tonight, and wake up in the morning with her breathing next to me. Or wherever I decided to put her when I was done. Though evidently it was mostly used for Tops or high ranking Bottoms who held particularly dangerous jobs. Her readiness to take it meant I could probably get her to drug herself fairly easily in the future should I wish it.

The home that I was living in was simple and small. I didn't need much compared to most Tops, I had a small entertainment centre with a generous projecting television and audio setup installed throughout most of the house allowing me to play music anywhere. The kitchen was particularly small, but I made good use of the space I was given, a small refrigerator and oven on opposite sides with an admittedly pathetic island counter in the middle. The rest of the house consisted of a bathroom on one end, and a small bedroom with a sliding wall that allowed it to become part of the main living room.

Carly looked about the place curiously with a surprised expression, she had probably been expecting me to have a home that was much... more, as most Tops in my situation had either a large apartment or a house with space they had no need of. The bed was the only thing large about my house, filling most of the small sleeping section though I kept the wall fully open most of the time.

“Make yourself at home.” I said, waving the knife toward the dark red love-seat that rested in front of the entertainment centre, moving into the kitchen myself. I removed my jacket, leaving my breasts in the air as I slid the knife into my belt. I moved to the fridge and was about to get a drink for myself, though not one for Carly, when I felt her arms wrap around my midriff and her lips on my neck.

I turned quickly around, my hand wrapped about her throat. I shoved her back over the counter in the centre of my round kitchen earning a surprised squeal, only her shoulder blades to her rear fit on the top of my small counter, leaving her legs and head to be supported by her. “I said 'make yourself at home' not 'accost me'. I said, though even I could feel the corners of my lips twitching upwards slightly.

“S-sorry.” She stuttered quickly, though I could see a smile on her face as well as I turned away. I could hear her sitting up on the counter while I turned back to get myself a drink. It was simple water, but I added some flavouring to it in the form of ice that had been made with lime juice distilled into the water. When I turned back, sipping from my glass Carly was looking at me with a wide smile, her hands on the edge of the counter, legs kicking slightly in an excited way.

“What?” I asked, catching her eyes flickering between the knife in my belt, my breasts, my face, and the block of knives sat behind he on top of the small refrigerator. I managed to contain my smirk when she didn't say anything, just spread her thighs to show me how wet she still was. I just sipped from my glass again, not looking at her cunt, only her face. This drew a satisfying whimper but still no words.

I sighed and opened the fridge, pulling a large ball of ice from the flavouring bowl, this one was filled with lemon juice primarily, and had a bit more in it than most, meant to flavour the water more quickly on hot days. Stepped up to her and drew my knife, drawing another wordless whimper from the other Top. I moved the blade slowly nearer and nearer her cunt, causing her to look away and close her eyes in anticipation. I only barely nicked her however, drawing a stifled cry of pain as blood began to lean form the shallow cut. “I asked you why you were staring at me.” I said, now nearly pressed up against her, my non-knife wielding hand bringing the ball of ice up against her pussy, holding it there.

Carly just kept whimpering, forcing herself to remain wordless so I put the ice back into my glass and grasped her by the her red and black hair. I took her near the roots and pulled her head sharply back, baring her throat and bringing the knife up to it. “Perhaps I'll just kill you now and use your corpse if you're going to have as much to say.” This drew a full cry of pleasure from her, the thought of her Self being discarded for the simple use of her body clearly arousing her.

I rolled my eyes and instead dragged her out of the kitchen and into the living area. Tossing her onto the bed, I quickly climbed over her, grabbing her left wrist. She surprised me then, grinning and trying shove me away. She was clearly trying to provoke me, and I saw not reason not to humour her. So, in response she found my knee jammed harshly up against her cunt. She screamed, trying to double over and hold the pained area. But I kept my grip on her wrist, pressing it against the headboard.

She was still occupied with the pain in her nether region when I jammed the knife through her palm and into my headboard. Carly didn't even scream, just opened her mouth and gasped, staring at her pinned hand as I slowly pushed the blade in to the hilt. I pulled myself off of the bed as she began to shake, her eyes wide and tear filled, but her bruised cunt still dripping. “Don't move.” I ordered unnecessarily, turning and moving back to the kitchen, fetching my water and two more knifes. One was thin, long and curved, made for gutting fish and the like. The other was a bread knife, long and straight with wicked serration across its single edge.

Carly was still staring at her hand when I came back, though she now had the other in herself, fingering her cunt as blood ran down her arm, hardly even noticing me until I took the hand that wasn't impaled. My glass of water and the bread knife had been placed on the bedside table, the only other piece of furniture in the sleeping area. She saw the other knife however, discerning what I meant to do for a second time and screaming prematurely, though if one had been listening closely they would easily be able to tell when she was screaming in anticipation of pain, and when I actually stabbed her hand in order to hold it against my headboard as well.

I sighed quietly, now sat with one leg on either side of her, my rear resting on Carly's stomach as I pushed my hair back out of my face looking down at her while I caught my breath. “Still nothing to say?” I asked, taking up my glass once more, now tinted with the taste of both lemon and lime. She just smiled at me through tears streaking down her face. It smeared her excessively dark make-up, but I found that it was actually attractive effect.

“Fine.” I said, taking the lemon ice from my glass and the knife from my table. I didn't move from my position on top of her as I drew the blade slowly across the lips of her sex, drawing another scream. They were once again only small, superficial cuts in the sensitive flesh and I put the knife back on the bedside table. There were a few small stains of blood on some of the teeth. Then I moved down her body, sitting between her legs. I pushed the ball of ice into her body, the lemon juice soon seeping with the water into her cuts. The ball wasn't small for a block of ice, but was hardly too large to fit inside of her cunt, so I held it there, listening to her whimper and cry out at the increasingly painful cold as well as the occasional intense sting.

We were hardly sitting like that for a minute before she was screaming, and soon screaming words. “What do you want me to say!?” She cried, eyes wide and staring down at me, clearly wanting me to take the slowly melting ball of frozen water out of her rather than holding it in as I was. “Please, please stop!” It was my turn to remain silent now, drawing frustrated and pained sobs from her as she was reduced to crying and writhing, her legs kicking at me weakly, easily pinned beneath my own.

I held her there until the ice had fully melted, heedless of her pleas and begging, indeed these simply making me more aroused at the situation. In the end however she had stopped struggling and screaming and simply lay there on my bed, twitching and crying as the cold water dripped inexorably between my fingers. I could feel her reach climax, but I was uncertain whether she could or not, through the frozen area and desperation she was in. A bit of a waste if she did not, I had been building that orgasm in her most of the day. When the ice was gone I crawled up her body and easily slid two of my cum and lemon-water stained fingers into her mouth, lifting the rest of my hand to let the fluids drip into her mouth.

Carly looked up at me with hazed over eyes. “Maybe you'll do what I tell you now, hmm?” I asked. She responded by nodding and closing her mouth around my fingers, sucking the liquids away. I pulled my hand out of her mouth quickly and repeated my question.

“Yes, Abby.” She said weakly in that adorable southern accent she held. I smiled down at her and rewarded her with a quick peck on her mouth.

“Good girl, Carly.” I said, leaning back to sit on her stomach once more, moving my hips subtly back and forth over her. I was rather aroused myself now, and it was getting toward night time. I would need to make dinner for myself soon. Carly would need some food too, but only in the morning, she would be dead before dinner though the drug I had given her would eat up most of her energy and leave her starving for food when she woke up.

I gave her a few minutes to recover before standing beside the bed and removing my jeans and panties. I could feel her lustful gaze on me as I did so, and hear her panting as I lifted the bread knife once more. I sat between her legs on the bed and looked over at her with a wry smile. I pressed the handle of the knife into her now sore but feeling cunt as I had with the knife Locke had given me earlier in the day. She arched her back and let out a grown as I pushed the wooden handle in and out of her body several times before removing it completely, the tool now dripping with her juices.

Carly was panting quietly as I positioned myself around her, my left leg between hers and pulling her left between mine, the smooth pale flesh resting between my breasts as I brought the handle of the knife down to my own damp sex. Lubricated well enough already by Carly, I managed to slip the thing into myself fairly easily, letting out only a few quiet moans that Carly noticed. She leaned her head upward, looking down and seeing my cunt positioned just away from her own with a wicked knife sticking from it.

Her eyes widened and I grinned at her, moving too quickly for her to protest, the two pronged tip piercing one of her labia as I moved in, the seven inch long toothed blade slicing into Carly's body until I pressed my sex to her own blood slicked cunt. She screamed of course, the high sound pealing throughout my house, and likely the neighbour's as well. Her back arched and her body bucked again and again, I simply held myself still, feeling the smooth handle moving inside of me with her agonized struggles.

It took several minutes for her energy to wear down again and for her to fall still and silent, panting and sobbing as blood dripped down between us. Her hand had torn considerably during her struggles, blood flowing more freely there as well as the holes had torn long and wide, stained bone visible in them. I looked over at her and Carly's eyes slowly turned to look at me, her face a bit pale from lack of blood. She surprised me again, this time by opening her mouth and whispering “Please. More.”

I had of course not been stopping, but the encouragement was nice regardless. I smile and began to gyrate my hips, pressing out lower lips together over and over as well as pushing the handle of the knife about inside of me, and the blade about inside of her. After a few moments I found the proper angle that our clitorises were pressed together with each movement, drawing more intense moans from me and harsher whimpers and cries from Carly.

In all honesty I'm not certain when she finally died, I'd been staring at her face as we moaned and came several times, together once even. At some point however, her eyes were no longer staring at me, simply staring. Her face was too pale and her hips no longer moved against mine. Soon after, her body became noticeably colder, I kept moving until I was finished, my fluids splashing softly against the corpse. I pulled the knife from my cunt then, moving over her body and laying my head on her cold chest. I would make dinner soon, then pull the knives from her body so that she could properly heal over night. But for now, I simply caught my breath, licking and biting at her cool flesh.