Trish stamped out of the bathroom section of the women's locker room, allowing her temper free reign for a moment since she was alone. Not looking where she was going, she tripped over Amy's bag before moodily kicking it halfway across the room.

Clenching her fists, she attempted to pull her frustration under control, the battle becoming far more difficult when she rifled through her own rucksack and discovered she'd forgotten to pack her little emergency bag, which contained such necessities as tampons, band aids and painkillers.

She screwed her eyes shut and breathed deeply, mentally telling herself to relax. When she heard the door open behind her she ignored it, hoping whichever of her fellow divas it was would take the hint and leave her alone. She was rather surprised then, to hear Matt Hardy's soft, rich voice.

"Hey Barbie, you seen Amy's bag anywhere? She sent me for it..."

"First of all, the name's Trish," she snapped, fixing her eyes steadily on the wall a few inches in front of her face. The last thing she needed in her current mood was to lay eyes on Matt's annoyingly smug smirk. She knew full well he thought she was weak and pointless, and watching him sneer at her definitely wouldn't improve her state of mind any. "Secondly, unless you get a sex change, fucking knock before you walk in here, prick. Thirdly, do I look like a cloakroom attendant? How the hell should I know where it is?"

After a moment's silence Trish heard the door close and assumed Matt had left until a quiet voice at her ear, and very much in her personal space, said, "Well, well, well, so tiny Trish isn't quite the meek little mousey creature I thought..." Trish was about to make a sharp retort when Matt dropped the jovial tone and continued much more harshly. "However, although I'm all in favour of discovering you're not quite the pathetic little airhead I had you pegged as, would you like to explain to me exactly where the fuck you got the idea you could talk to me like that?"

Finally, Trish's mood let up enough for her to remember that the reason she usually let Matt's snide comments and vague insults slide was because something about him scared the crap out of her. Mentally kicking herself, she arranged a smile on her face and turned around, having to throw her head right back to look at him since he was so close. His dark eyes were hard as stone, and she felt the irrational fear she often experienced around him starting to resurface.

"I'm sorry Matt, I didn't mean to bitch at you. It's just... uh, time of the month, you know?" She swore inwardly at herself for being stupid enough to forget her menstrual calendar and get caught out as she had been just moments before Matt's appearance. "I know that's no excuse, I'll keep it under better control in future, I'll..."

Suddenly those dangerous eyes seemed to be almost nailing her to the wall as he cut her off. "Are you actually bleeding yet or not?"

Trish blinked. "Come on Matt, you're taking the piss now, I'm not going to tell y..." She trailed off as he grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her against the wall, his face deadly serious.

"Just answer the question."

There was a command in his calm voice which almost made Trish's knees go weak, no matter how much she reminded herself that she couldn't stand him and that it was twisted to be aroused by his bullying tactics. "Yes," she mumbled, surprised how small her voice was.

She felt a shiver of fear travel her back when he displayed a toothy, predatory grin and then as abruptly as he'd pounced on her, he released her. Faking a friendly smile, Trish squirmed away and headed for the door, relieved the strange encounter was over. She'd made it halfway across the room before a well-placed shove on her back sent her sprawling to the floor.

Rolling onto her back and clutching at a bruised elbow, she looked on nervously as Matt sank to his knees and started pushing her legs apart. "Matt! What the hell are you doing?!" she spluttered, trying to lock her thighs together.

Matt fastened his dark gaze on her again and she felt her stomach flip. "Shut up," he demanded quietly, sounding more domineering than ever. Swallowing hard, she found herself not only following his instruction but also allowing him to spread her legs without resistance.

Nodding his satisfaction, Matt returned his eyes to her thighs as he slid his hands up them and under her miniskirt, pushing it up around her waist and exposing the black lace panties beneath. Wasting no time, he got a grip around the waistband and tore them away, flinging the now useless underwear aside.

Wincing slightly, Trish looked down at her hipbone and saw the skin starting to turn red from the pressure of the material before it split, until it was covered by a large, strong hand, Matt's arm pinning her leg to the floor. Glancing lower she saw Matt's black curls, still wet from his match, brushing over her thighs and a devilish smirk painted over his lips as he stared intently at her sex. He threw her free leg over his shoulder, splaying his other hand across her abdomen and anchoring her pelvis in place.

"Matt, didn't I just tell you I was already blee... oh, Christ..."

She felt Matt's tongue trace lightly down the length of her slit and a blissful sigh escaped her throat. She squirmed under his hands when it sank slowly between her lips and ran back up her pussy, stopping when it reached her clit to run in lazy circles around it.

He moved his hand lower on her abdomen and reached down with his thumb to gently pull the hood of her clit back, and she fought without success to keep her legs from jumping every time his tongue ran over the ultra-sensitive flesh. She yelped with every lash her clit received, and Matt seemed to like watching her response to the sensuous torture he was subjecting her to.

Eventually he relented and she let out a sob of both relief and dismay as his questing tongue slid lower. She felt him lick and lap around her hole, and she was wondering what on earth possessed him to do this when she was startled by Matt letting loose a low growl. It vibrated against her pussy and she quickly lost the ability to think at all as Matt abandoned his temporary gentleness.

Trish was distantly aware of the scratches and bruises inflicted on her hips as he squeezed and clawed at her, but all she could really concentrate on was his mouth. His tongue plunged inside her and he suckled against her flesh, hungrily burying his face between her thighs and drinking as much as he could get of both her blood and her juices.

She tightened her leg against his back helplessly, choking on her moans as Matt thrust his tongue into her over and over, pulling back occasionally to flick it at her clit. He was voracious as he devoured her, and she'd never been through anything that felt quite so primal or animalistic.

Feeling her orgasm starting to build, Trish unconsciously held her breath, her eyes closed now since she was no longer able to focus them on him anyway. She shyly reached down to tangle a hand in his hair, not sure whether it would please or anger him, and jumped when he pulled away.

She noted thankfully that he didn't look angry, although he did look intimidating with blood smeared across his lips and chin. Mewling in disappointment at the loss of sensation, she began to slide her hand down to achieve her orgasm herself, but Matt caught it. Her irritation was soothed however, when he started unfastening his belt buckle.

Trish pulled herself up onto her elbows and watched eagerly as he dealt with his belt and button, so engrossed in the view that for a moment she didn't even notice he was crawling over her. When he was done with the button he fiddled with his zip with one hand, the other on her shoulder firmly pushing her back down to the floor.

Flushed and panting, laying beneath him submissively, she looked up and drank in the sight of his face, shocked to find him shoving his bloody chin at her mouth while he shuffled his pants down over his thighs. After only a second's hesitation, she obediently opened her lips and licked tentatively at the mess on his face.

She discovered she wasn't as repulsed by it as she'd expected - she wasn't sure what she'd thought was going to be so awful about it. The rich, metallic taste mixed with the tang of her arousal created a cocktail which she probably wouldn't normally go crazy over, but which wasn't unpleasant, and the taste played second fiddle to the feeling that they were engaged in some deep, wild mating ritual anyway. Simple human sex never felt so dirty.

Trish found herself getting quite a kick out of it, sharing something so base and savage, especially with someone so aggressively male. She cleaned his chin with mounting enthusiasm until she felt hot, hard flesh pushing insistently against her pussy, her breath catching in her throat as she tensed in anticipation. Apparently Matt wasn't in the mood for much foreplay.

Trish felt the sizable head slip inside her, and not having been penetrated by anything more solid or inflexible than Matt's tongue, her muscles spasmed and she went weak all over, as much at Matt's mercy as she would be if he'd chained her down. She was dimly aware of him shifting his weight to rest on his forearms and winding his hands beneath her, taking a firm grip on her shoulders, but all her consciousness was focussed on the ache in her groin.

Letting her legs fall as wide as possible in mute encouragement, not that Matt required encouraging, Trish spread her hands on Matt's biceps, taking a deep breath she knew she was going to need. She watched his eyes darken and his teeth flash dangerously as his mouth widened into a wicked grin and he tightened his hold on her, before violently driving the full length of his thick cock into her pussy.

Her eyes fell closed and she let out a choked sob, involuntarily cutting deep gouges in his arms with her nails. It didn't daunt Matt in the slightest though, and he pulled out almost completely then pushed forcefully back in, setting a languid pace which somehow only made his thrusts all the harsher.

Trish could feel him grinding his body against her clit on each inward stroke, and again she started burning towards orgasm, her hands falling limp on his arms. Helpless in the face of her desire, she started begging, knowing full well she'd regret it later.

"More... Matt... fuck me - so good..."

She jumped when Matt snarled at her, relinquishing his grip on her shoulders to seize her wrists, pulling them above her head and pinning them down with one hand while fastening the other tightly over her mouth. She found she wasn't at all as humiliated by this as she felt she should be, and his brutality only served to fuel her passion.

Planting her boot heels solidly against the floor, she tried to lift her hips and meet the fierce plunging of his cock, but with her movement restricted and her body being buffeted around by the savage impaling Matt was delivering, it was a lost cause. Finally, she gave up and lay meekly beneath him, silently accepting his vicious thrusts.

Smirking in triumph, Matt used his full strength to slam his cock into Trish, grunting and growling while he fucked her hard and ruthlessly. She was certain she'd have bruises in places she hadn't known she possessed, but she really didn't care. His wild aggressiveness combined with the divine friction his rough fucking was creating made it impossible for her to hold back her orgasm any longer.

She held her breath as it built up, feeling her pussy tighten around Matt's cock and increase the friction even further. Abandoning herself to the moment, she let go and her climax exploded, ricocheting through her body as her back arched and she automatically tried to sit up a little for a second. Matt wasn't having any of it and pressed harder on her captured wrists and her mouth, holding her in place as he continued to force himself into her contracted entrance.

Wailing beneath his strong right hand, Trish rode out the orgasm, letting it flow through her and exhaust her, so powerful she almost felt she'd black out. As it gradually subsided she began to feel the pain in her thighs, the result of his hips crashing against her so hard, and she winced as he drove into her again. She found it oddly satisfying though, and relished the twinges each thrust brought.

With hazy eyes, she watched him bite into his bottom lip, his movements becoming slightly erratic as his own climax approached. She saw a drop of his blood drip down onto the hand over her mouth, and watched fascinated as his eyes slipped closed, evidently too close to focus on her anymore. He moaned, the most human sound to have come out of him since he entered her, and she felt her stomach plummet again when his eyes snapped back open, boring into her intently.

Squealing from the impact as he slammed into her again, she felt his cock throb inside her and knew he'd reached his orgasm, staring at her as though he was trying to drink her soul from her eyes while he flooded her body with his cum. She wasn't sure how long he came for, trapped as she was by the fear and enchantment roused in her by his fierce glare.

Matt pulled out of her abruptly, and her attempt to sit up was met with a nonchalant but powerful shove. She obediently lay back down to the floor, unsure what else he had in store for her.

Looking down the length of her body, Trish watched curiously as he resettled himself between her legs, his hands on her inner thighs to hold her open to him. He took a moment to observe his own cum starting to leak out of her, slightly pink from mixing with her menstrual blood, before lowering his mouth to her opening once again.

She felt a tingle of reawakening desire as his tongue snaked inside her, working his cum back into his mouth and swallowing it with obvious relish. She lay in a blur of lazy pleasure while he fed his needs, certainly in no mood to object until he lifted his head from her, climbing to his feet and pulling his pants back up with barely a glance in her direction.

"Matt? You wanna...?" She left the question hanging, timidly falling silent when Matt turned his menacing gaze on her. He finished zipping up and buttoning his pants, his eyes trailing down to rest on her legs, still wantonly spread exactly as he'd left them. Bending to inspect her thighs, he ran a fingertip over the sore, red patches his violent fucking had left on them, sure to develop into bruises soon.

Trish closed her eyes, delighting in the sweet sting his soft touch caused on the oversensitive skin. She gasped and squealed in pain when he brought his hand down in a sharp slap on her battered thigh, sitting up a little to glower at him. He merely flashed her an arrogant smirk and headed towards the door, turning to spare her one last knowing glance as he opened it. With a shake of his head, he left, still fastening his belt, the door slamming shut behind him.

Picking herself up off the floor, Trish pulled her skirt back down and walked a little unsteadily across the room to the bench. She sat and straightened her hair, a million concerns flooding her mind now that Matt was gone and his spell broken. There were things she should have thought about - thankfully, she was on the pill, so that was one less worry but there were still others. And even apart from all the health issues there were things she was anxious about. She knew every time she saw him, all he'd have to do was grin at her and she'd blush to the tips of her ears.

She didn't understand how she could have been so crazy as to do a thing like this, and especially with someone she really couldn't stand. It wasn't as if her opinion of him had changed during their little experience; she still thought he was the most smug, overbearing, condescending, infuriating bastard she'd ever had the misfortune to meet, and she was quite sure he still thought very little of her too.

She lost herself deep in thought, and jumped a mile when the door was thrown open again, slamming loudly against the wall. Both terrified and hoping it might be Matt coming back, she breathed a sigh of relief when she saw his younger (and much less annoying) brother framed in the doorway.

"Hi Trish," he started, halting when he saw Amy's bag on the floor on the far side of the room, where Trish had kicked it in her temper. Jeff sauntered into the room and picked it up, striding over to Trish with a friendly smile on his face. "I'll take this to mean Matt hasn't been by yet then? I've been looking everywhere for him..."

"Uh... yeah, he was here..." Aware she was flushing bright red at the mention of Matt's name, Trish got to her feet, gesturing with her hands as she spoke. "He was so strange, he just went completely wild, I don't know what's come over him!" She stopped dead when Jeff's hand flashed out and caught her wrist in a painfully tight grasp, all his attention on studying her index finger.

Her forehead screwed up in concentration as she tried to work out what he was so fascinated by, and then she saw it - a small strip of skin torn from Matt's arm, caught on her fingernail. Her attempt to pull her hand back was ignored and she watched in alarm as Jeff's laid-back, amiable green eyes took on the dangerous glint that scared and aroused her so much in his brother's eyes.

She winced as Jeff's teeth closed around her finger, just tight enough to hurt, and the apex of his tongue worked the skin free of her nail. Releasing her finger, he proudly stuck his tongue out to display the piece of his brother's flesh before drawing it back into his mouth and swallowing it.

Frozen in surprise, Trish stared dumbstruck at Jeff as he casually strolled back to the door, slinging Amy's bag over his shoulder. He paused before he left to deliver his explanation with a lecherous, disconcerting grin.