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This is a work of fiction. Please do not read it if you are offended by
sexually explicit imagery. Forward constructive comments or criticism to
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Contact Jomadi: mr_asher@hotmail.com
Copyright 2000 by Jomadi
_Fulfillment in Humiliation: Part Two_
Sheila sat close to Neil on the mall bench, nervously shifting her weight.
Before them the parade of unfamiliar faces continued, punctuated by the
rustling of shopping bags, the varied conversation of dozens of voices and
the strange mixture of smells from the adjacent food court. Despite Neil's
explicit instructions, she was having difficulty concentrating on the
figures moving to and fro before them. A plastic device the size of a large
egg was nestled between the muscular walls of her vagina, and an insulated
wire ran from between her labia, up past her clitoris and to a small, black
box that was tapped just above her pubic hair beneath her clothes.
The presence of the device was distracting enough. Her vagina couldn't help
but grip and squeeze at the wide intrusion, and the constant massage of her
muscles maintained a perpetual state of low arousal in her body. Even in
the car on the way to the mall, she had felt her undergarments becoming
damp. The most dramatic effect, though, came when Neil had activated the
device when they arrived in the parking lot. He had allowed it to vibrate
for only twenty seconds or so, but she could feel the powerful, insistent
waves move completely through her. The experience had made the back of her
teeth tickle, her stomach flutter with butterflies and her clitoris ache
urgently for more direct attention. She didn't know if she could keep her
composure in public for very long under those circumstances.
Neil shifted on the bench and produced the small, gray one-button control.
"It's from a garage door opener, believe it or not," he said casually.
"That brings to mind weird images about what's inside me," Sheila said
quietly. She watched him carefully handle the control box. A part of her
desperately wanted to be back alone with Neil at his house, but her excited
curiosity about his plans in public couldn't be denied. She only prayed
that events at the mall that day would not destroy her life at school. Neil
had eliminated one such threat, but he had the power to create another.
"That's just a store-bought 'bullet' vibrator," he explained. "It is at
least one of the better ones. A lot of power to the motor. My innovation
was to break open the control box for that and install the receiver." With
a gesture he indicated the black box tapped beneath her clothes to her lower
stomach.
"And why are we here?" Sheila asked slowly. Neil smiled only slightly and
pressed the remote control button.
Immediately the muscles in Sheila's pelvis, thighs and stomach knotted, and
she felt the uncompromising throbbing ripple from within her. She pressed
her legs together tightly and leaned forward in her seat, sucking a couple
of quick gasps of air before she was able to steady her breathing. Like a
maddening, unreachable itch, the device purred against the walls of her
vagina, and they in turn transferred that vibration up through the flesh to
her clitoris. She even felt as if the liquid in her bladder was dancing to
the device's song, but the sudden phantom urge to urinate only seemed to
increase the stimulation teasing her clitoris.
She knew her cheeks were obviously flushed, and she glanced around
nervously. Most passers-by hadn't noticed the young girl's sudden reaction,
and those few that did politely ignored what they apparently thought was
minor ailment. Though she could feel the vibration almost throughout her
body, she judged that the device was inaudible outside of her -- at least
under the low, consistent drone of the mall.
"That's pretty distracting, isn't it?" Neil said scanning the crowd slowly.
"Fuck yes, it's distracting," Sheila hissed as quietly as she could manage.
She placed a hand on his knee to steady herself, and Neil felt satisfaction
at the firm, nervous grip he felt. She wasn't attracting undo attention
with her uncomfortable posture, but he could tell the device was having a
profound effect.
"Do you think you could walk like that?" he asked.
Sheila glanced at him with wide eyes. "Don't make me do that," she pleaded
quietly. "Even when it's not turned on, I can feel it grinding inside of me
when I walk. I don't think I could go more than a few steps with it on."
"Then you're comfortable just sitting here and fighting down an orgasm the
rest of the day?" he asked. She looked away from him. Her face was flushed
with both the stimulation of the device and the embarrassment of her
predicament. Finally, with a pitiful look in her eyes, she shook her head
in the negative. Neil put an arm around her and pulled her close next to
him, eliciting a small gasp from her as her body changed position slightly.
"I'm willing to compromise," he said cooly. "There are a lot of lonely men
here at the mall. Have you been watching the crowd like I asked?"
Sheila's eyes stung slightly, but she refused to openly cry in front of any
stranger that walked past. "Some," she muttered.
"This is what is going to happen," Neil began slowly. "I'm going to shut
the device off for the time you are busy finding a man, any man, to please
in some way while I watch." With every syllable he spoke, the throbbing
inside her seemed to grow stronger. "If I think you aren't being sincere in
your efforts, I'll reactivate the device and leave you standing in the
middle of the mall hunched over and with your legs pressed together like you
have to pee." He smiled slightly, "If my patience wears out while you're
trying, however sincerely, I'll do that anyway."
Sheila's legs were beginning to visibly tremble. "How am I supposed to
explain this to a man?" she asked nervously. "How am I supposed to even get
a guy to the point where he'll let you watch? Where am I supposed to go to
please him?!" Her voice was anxious and in danger of carrying too far.
Neil placed his hand over hers and squeezed harshly. Sheila's body
temporarily ceased its nervous jitter, but her eyes became heavy with
unspilled tears. "You'll just have to be direct, won't you?" he said
harshly. Sheila nodded sheepishly. Inside, her vaginal muscles desperately
clamped around the vibrating device as if to prevent its action. This only
served to emphasize the indirect stimulation of her bladder and clitoris,
however. "Now make me proud," Neil concluded. "And do not forget I need to
witness how you please this man."
The lack of sensation when the device was deactivated was almost surreal.
Desperate, aching pangs throbbed throughout Sheila's pelvis. It was as if
her body were trying to replace the vibrating song it suddenly missed. The
device still nestled firmly and obviously inside her, however, and the
strong sensation to urinate only diminished slightly. Without gentleness,
Neil coaxed her to her unsteady feet and urged her to begin her search.
Slowly, hesitantly, Sheila began to shuffle into the anonymous crowd looking
for some man, any man, that might possibly let her fulfill her mission while
Neil looked on. She prayed it would be one she could stomach.
***
She was failing miserably. For the fifth time, a man turned away from her
with a disturbed and embarrassed expression. She knew she was plain
looking, but the consistent reactions had to be from her awkward and brusque
proposal. She was never particularly good with words, and her lack of
rhetorical skill was quickly proving to be her undoing. Out of the corner
of her eye, she saw Neil standing by a coffee shop, sipping a latte and
watching her impatiently.
Scanning the crowd, she saw a skinny man in jeans and a tattered T-shirt
trying to eat nachos while carefully making his way to one of the benches
that lay at intervals throughout the mall. Quickly, she moved after him,
her stride deliberate so Neil could clearly see she hadn't given up. At
this particular cluster of shops, the crowd was dense. She wanted to be
sure he wouldn't suddenly reactivate the device.
The man mumbled his consent around a bite of nachos when Sheila asked if she
could sit on the bench next to him. He seemed disinterested in her, and he
obviously didn't care if his eating habits were polite or not.
"I'm Sheila," she began uncertainly. The man looked her over with mild
surprise. He was probably in his 30's, and based on his dress he looked to
be out of work.
"Bob," he grunted, but didn't offer his hand.
"So... do you live around here, Bob?" she said as casually as she could
manage.
Neil watched these events dispassionately. Despite Sheila's perceptions, he
was far from impatient. He thoroughly enjoyed watching her nervously
approach men, waiting for the eventual bow of her head, as if her hair could
hide her face, when she finally broached the topic of what she wanted. He'd
nearly chuckled aloud when the first man, who it turned out was waiting for
his daughter in a nearby store, clearly mouthed the words "What's your
fucking problem" and walked away in disgust. The next two men had
apparently had reason, genuine or not, to leave before she could even get to
the actual proposal. Neil didn't think Sheila was such a bad
conversationalist, but then, they had interesting topics about which to
talk. The fourth man, wearing a snappy button-down shirt and slacks, had
seemed interested. He'd leaned close to her, listening intently and
glancing around nervously. But when Sheila had nodded in Neil's direction,
Neil had met the man's eyes. The man surely would have taken Sheila out to
his car, say, alone, but he didn't have the stomach for Neil's presence.
He'd shaken his head finally and left Sheila standing there. The fifth man
was much like the first, rejecting Sheila's proposal outright. Things did
seem to be proceeding with the sixth man, however. Neil found him a rather
dishevelled character, but he was at least listening to her proposal.
Sheila blinked and furrowed her brow. Her clitoris was still sending hungry
messages to her brain, and the man's response to her proposal seemed to lack
any coherency what so ever.
The man smiled a sincere, nacho cheese stained smile. "I know you're having
a tough time as a young woman, but this isn't the way to fill that hole in
your heart. Jesus is the answer," he reiterated. Sheila just stared at the
man. "Look. You look like a nice, studious young woman. I have a study
group I hold... mostly good, understanding folks from the Church of Christ
downtown..."
"Excuse me," a hesitant voice said behind Neil. Neil turned from watching
Sheila and the nacho eater and faced the fourth man Sheila had approached,
the one with the snappy, baby-blue button-down shirt and slacks.
"Well," Neil began, "It's good to see you again." The man looked
embarrassed, but he stood his ground. He'd already committed to coming back
and speaking to Neil directly.
"My name's Steven Sommers," he said in a low voice. "I just wanted to know
if... ah..." His hands made a small, vague gesture before him.
"If we were serious?" Neil completed. Steven nodded. Neil smiled slightly
and reassured him. "We are quite serious. Are you interested?"
"Yes, very," Steven said slowly. He looked to be in his late twenties and
was handsome in a traditional, boyish way. Neil immediately liked him for
his courage in returning. "I just... thought maybe it was some kind of
set-up earlier, you know? But I watched from over by the Gap store, and I
saw her approach this other guy..." He let his words trail off. Neil
nodded decisively.
"Do you have a place nearby?" he asked. Steven's nod brought a wry smile to
Neil's lips. He slipped his hands into his jacket pocket and felt the
plastic of the small, grey remote control. "I think we three will get along
fine," Neil said, and he activated the control.
The sudden, frantic spasms lasted only one minute, but in that time Sheila
had pitched forward, nearly knocking the nachos from the lap of the ad hoc
evangelist. The man looked horrified and startled by the contact, but
Sheila couldn't find the focus to move back to her side of the bench. The
device had activated suddenly, and her clitoris immediately joined in with
its own needful hum. Her inner thighs were already sticky and hot, and
Sheila had begun to feel the moisture trickle from between her labia to
between her buttocks. She was seconds from an orgasm born as much by
desperation as by stimulation when the buzzing device ceased operation.
Her face felt terribly hot again, and a thin sheen of sweat had collected
spontaneously upon her brow. Sheila looked directly into the face of the
startled Samaritan and frowned harshly. "Fuck you," she spat with genuine
anger and began to rise from the bench. Her legs felt like liquid, however,
and she couldn't manage to actually stand.
"What are you doing with our sister?" Neil said firmly. The nacho eater
turned, and he faced Neil and Steven with a blank look. Once Neil had
decided that Steven represented the best candidate in evidence, he had moved
quickly.
"I... she..." the nacho eater stammered. He couldn't think of where to
begin.
"Help her up," Neil instructed Steven, and the man obeyed quickly. He was
still nervous, and his eyes darted continually, checking for danger. It
didn't matter, Neil thought. He'd settled on Steven based on his
intrepidity, and he was quite sure Steven would prove adequate. "Look,
mister," Neil said addressing the man with the nachos. "She's off her
medication. So whatever she said, forget it. I know you didn't mean any
harm just sitting here, but we need to get her home now." The man nodded
mutely, and Steven managed to get Sheila to her feet. The three of them
left the dumbfounded evangelist behind on the bench with his nachos.
In the car, Steven sat in the backseat with Sheila. He was unusually gentle
with her, and she appreciated his kindness. There was an almost paternal
bearing to Steven, Neil thought, and it made an interesting juxtaposition to
Neil's own sometimes cold demeanor. He sat behind the wheel without
starting the engine and listened to Steven's quite, gentle compliments to
Sheila. After a few moments, Neil reactivated the vibrator inside her.
"Oh, shit," Sheila whined, and she clutched at Steven's neat shirt
desperately. Her body was desperate to orgasm, and she could feel her lips
and cheeks growing numb. "Neil, I need to cum," she said without removing
her eyes from Steven.
"Christ, she wasn't kidding earlier, was she?" Steven said.
"She's got a vibrator shoved up into her cunt," Neil said flatly. Something
about Steven's demeanor for the past few moments in the car bothered him.
It wasn't anything he could pin down concretely, but he was sure that Steven
had some secondary motive besides sexual gratification. Neil wished to see
Sheila used just for that, ruthlessly and emotionlessly, and it disconcerted
him to think that another factor was at work. "Steven, why did you feel
compelled to come and approach me after having once turned down Sheila's
generous offer?" he asked slowly.
Steven looked at the flushed, desperate face of the girl next to him. Her
legs were pressed tightly together, and her knuckles were white as she
clutched at the front of his shirt. Her wavy, brown hair had become matted
with sweat along her forehead, and she held her lower lip between her teeth
in a grip that he knew would soon bring blood. "She said she'd do anything
for me," Steven answered finally. "After a few minutes, I figured that
meant you were all right watching almost anything." He gently stroked
Sheila's cheek, bringing a whimper from the girl's throat.
"And what exactly is it that you want?" Neil asked guardedly. With a
mechanical motion, he deactivated the device, and Sheila began to sob and
curse bitterly from the backseat. When Steven answered, Neil looked at him
in the rear view mirror.
"I underestimated you, Steven," Neil said quietly.
***
In the small house Steven rented, both he and Neil observed their handiwork.
Sheila had been stripped of her clothes, and her wrists bound behind her
with duct tape. The tape wound from just above her fingers in a tight, flat
gray spiral almost to her elbows. They had permitted her forearms to remain
in a narrow 'V' shape, meeting down at the wrists, in order to avoid hurting
her shoulders. It was a secure arrangement, and Sheila hadn't bothered to
struggle unduly against the bonds when she was carried to Steven's large bed
and placed onto her stomach. The vibrator had stayed buried deep inside her
vagina, and the receiver box remained against her lower stomach, now fixed
with a fresh layer of tape.
Neil sat casually in a computer chair by Steven's home office. "Sheila, you
did understand what Steven said in the car, didn't you?"
"Yes," the girl said quietly. Her face was almost buried in the pillows,
and she didn't bother to glance up when Steven began to audibly rummage in
his closet.
"Do you want to say anything?" Neil prompted.
"I just want to orgasm," she whimpered. Neil watched her pale, ample
buttocks shake as she began to quietly sob. The glistening, thick remains
of her excitement could clearly seen in the shadow between her wide thighs.
Neil knew his inconsistent use of the device, and the presence of the inert
device itself, had taken a toll on Sheila. Perhaps that's why she'd not
resisted Steven's desire.
"You want an orgasm what?" Neil said impatiently.
Sheila turned her red, wet face toward Steven, who now stood in front of the
closet holding the heavy leather belt he'd been seeking. "I want an orgasm,
Daddy," she said pitifully. Neil smiled at Steven's sharp intake of breath,
and the man's hands shook nervously as he hefted the belt.
"Oh, God. Say it again," Steven whispered. He folded the belt in half and
gathered the two loose ends in one fist.
"I want an orgasm, Daddy," Sheila repeated mournfully. Steven looked at
Neil, and the younger man slipped his hand into his jacket pocket and
activated the device clasped within the walls of Sheila's much tormented
vagina. The girl's sobs sputtered into a series of gasps, and her legs
fixed themselves rigidly straight out, pressing her pelvis into the mattress
and tightening her fleshy buttocks into ripe, perfect targets for Steven.
When Neil nodded slightly, Steven did not hesitate.
He must practice this on a pillow all the time, Neil thought as the first
sharp report of leather on flesh filled the room. Sheila was initially
startled by the fierce contact, but quickly the caustic pain flared in her
buttocks. Her grunt was primal and on the edge of panic, but it quickly
became a low wail as a second savage blow landed across the pink stripe left
by the first.
"Oh, wait... stop..." Sheila stammered, but Steven's draconian rhythm
continued. His third strike with the belt was particularly well timed, and
the sickening crack of leather on skin made even Neil wince. Sheila stopped
mid-breath, and her legs began to tremble uncontrollably. A fourth blow
landed, and Sheila's breath returned bearing words of pure panic. "No, no,
no... I changed my mind..." she gibbered and began to roll herself over.
"I wouldn't do that, Sheila," Neil said casually, but it was too late. She
completed her roll and lay facing upwards upon her own bound arms. Steven
barely broke his rhythm, but this time the blow landed across Sheila's left
breast. Sheila's scream was harsh and short, and she hardly noticed when
the warm, yellow stream of urine sprayed from her urethra and across the
inside of her thighs. Steven landed another blow across her left breast,
and Sheila began to hyperventilate, desperately trying to force her body
back over onto her stomach. She finally managed to roll back over, her
mouth gaping absurdly like a landed fish and her urine spraying heedlessly.
"Little girl pissed the bed," Steven hissed, raising his arm for another
strike. His face was flushed, and his brow glistened with sweat. His penis
also was evidently very erect, for his nice, conservative slacks bulged
obviously out from his lap. The belt landed soundly again across Sheila's
buttocks, but the girl had only enough strength to maintain her ragged,
desperate breathing.
Sheila thought she would die. As the whipping continued and the tears
rolled down her cheeks, she silently prayed that her consciousness would
give out. Her breast had fortunately gone numb for some reason, but the
fire across her buttocks was still fresh. Moreover, there was not enough
time to assimilate one burst of pain before the next was upon her. She
couldn't even manage to scream -- she hadn't enough breath left. Perhaps
most insidiously, that damned thing pushed into her cunt kept humming away,
forcing her muscles to churn and spasm. Even while she knew her flesh was
surely being torn and ravaged, the moisture oozed from inside her, and her
clitoris throbbed subtly but insistently. She desperately hoped Steven had
torn the skin from her buttocks. At least in that case, she might bleed
enough to pass out. She might lose enough blood so they would have to take
her to the hospital.
Steven hadn't so much as broken the skin on her smooth buttocks, however.
Her flesh was covered with angry red streaks, and no doubt the bruising was
deep and substantial. Even after two dozen strokes of the belt, there was
no physical reason for him to stop whipping her as savagely as he liked.
After thirty strokes, however, his aim became sloppy, and he knew it was
time to finish with her. Steven's arm was stiff and tired, and his cock was
insistent and slick with pre-ejaculate inside of his pants. Without fanfare
or warning, he tossed the belt to the floor.
"What do you say to Daddy, little girl?" he asked between quick breaths. He
managed to get his trousers unfastened, and he let them drop around his
ankles. Sheila still wheezed pathetically and could not manage to form a
word. Steven stepped out of his pants and mounted the bed on his knees.
"What do you say to Daddy, little girl?" he demanded again.
"I want to orgasm, Daddy," Sheila finally managed. After the continual and
repeated shocks to her system, she required a moment to even remember where
she was. But with her returning lucidity came two definite sensations. Her
buttocks stung mercilessly, and she didn't know if she would ever sit again.
And the thing inside her droned on, pushing ripple after ripple of
vibrations throughout her pelvis. As the searing pain in her buttocks
diminished, it was replaced by the electric thrill of the object dancing in
her vagina, taunting her clitoris through her own flesh.
Neil steepled his fingers before his chest. He could sense that Steven was
on psychological auto-pilot, living out some long suppressed fantasy.
Steven straddled Sheila's thighs and looked at the back of her head.
"Keep saying it, little girl," he instructed. He pumped his fist the length
of his cock, spreading the copious pre-ejaculate along its length. He was
not particularly large, but the turgid head of his cock was wide and scarlet
with his excitement.
"Make me orgasm, Daddy," Sheila whispered. She understood what was
happening, and her legs trembled anxiously. She tenaciously bit her lower
lip and tried to concentrate on the vibrations spilling up through the base
of her clitoris.
Steven hurriedly spread her heavy buttocks with his hands and looked at her
wrinkled, pink anus. Sheila winced at his touch upon her bruised flesh, but
her mind wouldn't let go of its growing appreciation for the persistent
sensations within her. Steven firmly pressed the tip of his cock against
her sphincter.
"Daddy's going to fuck you in the ass," he said quietly. There was a tone
of awe in his voice, and he leaned his weight forward to grind the head of
his cock against her anus. To his surprise, her sphincter dilated enough
immediately, and the head of his cock passed into her smoothly.
Sheila grunted loudly as the poorly lubricated penis entered her, but she
remembered Neil's instructions about the squash. "Fuck my ass, Daddy," she
said hoarsely, and there was a genuine enthusiasm in her as she pressed
outward with her sphincter to allow more of Steven's cock inside her. He
did not hesitate, and he rocked his pelvis forward almost recklessly,
pushing several more inches into her.
Sheila gasped at the sharp pains of flesh snagging flesh and vocalized a
low, nervous groan as tiny cramps crawled deep inside her body. It didn't
matter, though. The intrusion into her rectum filled her, and the pressure
transferred to the hard, purring object in her vagina. Suddenly she was
filled completely, and every subtle vibration of the device seemed to be
forced to the root of her clitoris. "Oh, my God," Sheila moaned, and her
bound arms began to tremble in time with her legs.
"How does Daddy's cock feel in you?" Steven hissed. His tone was frantic.
Without care for style or aesthetic, he began to rock his hips desperately
up against the girl's plush ass, forcing the shaft of his cock rapidly in
and out through her anus. The movement was rough and painful, but Sheila
only heeded the growing spike of heat in her lower stomach.
"Fuck my ass, Daddy," she breathed, her lips curling up into a crude and
lecherous smile. Steven complied, and he redoubled his pace. Every thrust
into her brought a savage, primitive grunt from her, but she kept goading
the desperate man nonetheless. "Deeper," she coaxed. "Slide it into me
deeper."
She felt his hands grip her shoulders firmly, and he began to move
completely push his erection in and out of her. The swollen head of his
cock would nearly leave her sore sphincter, only to thrust inwards until she
felt his testicles rest against her labia. "I want to cum in my little
girl's asshole," Steven grunted, and he punctuated his words with a
particularly deep and slow stroke into her rectum.
The penetration seemed to shatter the sliver of fire in Sheila's lower
stomach, and a warm, fluid rush of sensation began to boil in its place.
She clamped her eyes tightly shut, and the world became only the throbbing
device inside of her cunt and the angry cock pushing in and out of her
rectum. The roaring sensation in her belly grew more violent, and she knew
she was going to orgasm with this stranger she was calling "Daddy"
sodomizing her. "I'm going to cum, Daddy" she whispered, though she wasn't
sure the words were audible.
Neil heard her small voice and sighed. He was sure the whipping and the
reckless sodomy would break her. He was sure he'd miscalculated with this
little adventure and would lose Sheila's cooperation all-together, whatever
threats he made to her. He was profoundly pleased to see that she was not
only as deviant as he, as degenerate and compulsive, but was just as capable
of enduring for the sake of an end.
"Daddy's gonna.... oh, fuck," Steven hissed, and he pushed his cock into
Sheila's rectum until his pelvis pressed her buttocks flat. The head of his
cock throbbed and ached, and he spurted his semen deep into her. For
Steven, it seemed the looping spasms and hot ejections of semen lasted an
eternity. For Sheila, the prolonged penetration, deep and rough, finally
turned the rippling warmth in her pelvis into the sharp, violent spasms of
an orgasm.
Neil listened with pleasure to the wavering whine that rose from Sheila's
throat and the harsh, animalistic breathing from Steven. The man clung to
Sheila's shoulders for several minutes, keeping his weight upon her, keeping
his cock buried between her buttocks as if he wanted to imprint the memory
of those moments in his mind for future use. Sheila's body shook
ludicrously beneath him, though Neil was uncertain if she remained
completely conscious after the delicious wail of her orgasm had subsided.
Neil triggered the remote control, and the device inside of Sheila ceased
its vibrations.
After slowly dismounting the ravaged girl, Steven made no move to assist
Neil. He sat upon the floor at the end of the bed with a distant
expression, his face flushed and the front tail of his button-down stained
with semen and vaginal fluids. Neil finally located a pair of scissors, and
he slowly cut the tape from Sheila's bound arms. She wasn't unconscious,
but her state was little better than Steven's. She managed a moan of mixed
emotions as Neil gently removed the device from inside of her and detached
the receiver box from her flesh.
Her arms were sticky with industrial adhesive, and she had substantial
trouble walking. After coaxing her through a perfunctory bathroom ritual,
however, Neil felt she was at least presentable enough for the ride back to
his house. She'd managed a weak smile when Neil had gently wiped between
her thighs and buttocks with a damp, warm rag, but beyond that she'd
attempted no conversation.
Even when Sheila had managed to more or less dress herself, Steven had not
moved from his position on the floor at the foot of his bed. "Steven, we're
going to leave now. Would you like a ride back to the mall? Maybe you left
your car there?" Neil prompted.
Steven blinked slowly and shook his head. "I can just walk back if I have
to," he said quietly.
"Well, we appreciate your cooperation today," Neil said. He was worried
about the man. Steven seemed to be uncomfortable with his own
predilections.
"I'm sorry about the..." Steven began. His vague gesture indicated he
wasn't sure exactly what he was sorry about, though he clearly thought there
was something about which he should be sorry.
Neil frowned. "This entire event of course stays between us," he said
sternly, and he lightly guided Sheila by the arm toward the front door.
"Bye," Steven called distantly, and then Neil and Sheila were gingerly
making their way down the front walk to Neil's car. Neil correctly presumed
Steven would have a confusing evening of guilt and sweet memory.
"I think he's too uncomfortable with himself to be any more fun," Neil said
after making sure Sheila's seatbelt was fastened. The girl had winced
emotively when taking her seat in the car. Neil wondered how long it would
be before she could sit anywhere comfortably.
Sheila surprised him with a cruel, genuine smile. "I think he should
seriously consider never having kids," she said hoarsely.
"So you would think less of me if I wanted you to call me 'Daddy'?" Neil
asked, arching an eyebrow bemusedly.
"No," Sheila replied, dropping her smile and narrowing her bloodshot eyes.
"If you were my Daddy, I'd still want you to use me like this." A twinge of
arousal arose in Neil at her words, and he traced the edges of his teeth
with his tongue as he started the car.
"And how could I resist?" he mused rhetorically.
-End
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