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A bit longer, dirtier and darker this time. I'm just warming-up and I will try to satisfy any request you command… let me know if it suits you, if it it's too much or not enough for a lemon story ;)
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3. PRISON SEX.
Mr. Sawyer was smoking on the porch under the moonlight, grabbing a glass of scotch close to his heart. "God, I love this neighborhood".
"I know" Veronica replied sitting on the stairs next to him. "You drive an hour and a half to work. It's insane".
"Do you know what's only ten minutes walking?" he asked her with a grin.
"The mall?"
"No, sweetie. A great high school".
"Really? I see. That's why you are so smooth today… You want me to go there. I can't believe it".
"Well, it's Thursday. You could be starting your regular classes next Monday". Veronica took one cigarette with bright eyes and he lit it for her as he spoke. "We know homeschooling works for you cause you are smart enough… but it won't give you new friends and you do need friends, Veronica".
"Nah, they are overrated" she murmured puffing. "By the way, I will meet plenty of smart people when I go to Stanford" Veronica stood up and kissed her dad. It had been months since the last time she had done that. "Please, daddy. Don't make it harder for me. Gimme a break".
Mr. Sawyer exhaled and flicked the butt away. "OK, you win... Goddam. Will someone tell me why I can't deny anything to my brilliant daughter?"
"Cos you're an idiot" Veronica replied with a smile, just the way she used to.
"Oh yeah, that's it" her father laughed. "Nevertheless, do you need Moira's help to unpack?"
"I'd rather do it myself. Picking up gives me some peace of mind, you know".
"Are you sure? I don't like being near to that one-eyed woman either, so you can tell".
"What?"
"That old hag gives me the creeps but she's a hell of a maid. She stored all your mother's things and mine just in one day".
"That's what you told mum before, I heard you. We all know she is the most beautiful maid we've ever had… so you can tell too".
"Pretty funny, Veronica. You always look for the bright side of people even when there's not one. That's your main problem" her father said tapping her shoulder.
"Oh yeah, that's it" she answered and they went inside the house.
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"It's three in the morning!" Mr Sawyer shouted in the corridor knocking on Veronica's door. He tried to open it and found it locked. "Turn it off!"
The music grew louder in response. It was Tool, one of Veronica's favorite bands; however she had not chosen the song, the man in the black rubber suit had.
It took so long to remember just what happened.
I was so young and vestal then,
you know it hurt me,
but I'm breathing so I guess I'm still alive
even if signs seem to tell me otherwise.
"Faster" the man ordered to the ginger twins. The Rutger twins were about fourteen years old and before being murdered they were really alike. Their mother couldn't tell one from the other if they didn't want to. In the house they were different, they both had their throat ripped out but their twin faces showed different wounds. They liked to appear that way, really scary. They know they won't be scared anymore, although there was someone who terrified them and he was just in front of them and he was wearing a black latex suit. They were old souls trapped into children bodies but that young one frightened them to their buried bones.
The rubber man groaned. They smiled each other and kept on moving. They were holding hands right to right and left to left. Veronica's body was sitting on their crossed arms while the rubber guy fucked her like an animal. "Move faster! Now!"
Do unto others what has been done to you.
"Open the door, immediately!" her father demanded. "If you don't let me in, you're gonna have your ass in high school by Monday, I swear!".
The rubber man stopped and made a sign. One of the twins turned down the music and the other went to the door and looked through the keyhole.
The rubber guy held Veronica in his arms, all by himself. She was so fragile and beautiful. Her waist was so small and her breast so well rounded under his hands. He was tired of hooking up dead girls pretending to be alive. This living one seemed to be dead but she wasn't. He enjoyed too much fucking her in her sleep. It felt like heaven to fit his dick into her warm and wet pussy and to watch her moaning in dreams.
"OK. We will talk about this" Mr Sawyer pledged. "Don't make me come again".
"Mmm, make me cum again" the rubber man whispered in Veronica's ear. He put the girl's body on the bed and crawled over her.
My lamb and martyr, you look so precious.
Won't you come a bit closer,
close enough so I can smell you.
I need you to feel this,
I can't stand to burn too long.
"Can we get to play with the doll tonight?" Troy Rutger asked. His brother browsed the rubber guy a cautious look.
"She's not the doll. She's MY doll! I'm the only one who plays with her... Dig it, Tweedledum?" the rubber guy spread out the girl's legs and stood up. "C'mere and lick her up. Now!"
Troy kneeled on the floor and pressed his tongue against the girl's clit. She started purring like a loving kitty. The rubber man stroked her cheek and drew her lips with his fingertips. "Now you, Tweedledee. Help your silly brother!"
Bryan Rutger moved fast and obeyed, they didn't want him to get mad. There would be hell to pay. He always found them, no matter where they hid. He was the darkest shadow in darkness. The favorite spawn of abyss.
For I am your witness that
blood and flesh can be trusted.
And only this one holy medium brings me piece of mind.
"You have to please the lady with your tongues and lips. One moves fast and the other slow, one from above, one from below. Use your fingers too. Perfect… You two can jerk off but don't cum over her or I will cut your little weenies and make you eat one another".
It didn't take a while for Veronica to start panting and climaxed. The rubber man commanded the boys to put Veronica on her knees like a horse. She was going to enjoy the ride too, maybe she would dream about it or something. He told the twins to hold her tight so he could fuck her from behind.
The three of them grabbed her skin hard until her flesh turned red. She had delicious tits that bounded with each onslaught he committed against her core; he could see that in their anxious glares.
Got your hands bound, your head down,
your eyes closed.
You look so precious now.
"Uh uh, she's waking up" Troy warned.
"Bullshit! She took her pills" the rubber guy replied. He gripped her by the hips and started pushing deeper and slower.
"She opened her eyes!" Bryan wheezed.
"Sedate her! Now! I'm almost done"
Troy made Veronica inhale some of the old doc anesthesia with the inhalator mask they had brought just in case. The house provided with amazing useful stuff.
For a few seconds, Veronica tried to move and escape from the gripping; the moment she did, the man in the rubber suit began to pump inside her, he exploded grunting and took off his mask to bite her shoulder. The twins backed off and the blond boy leaned over Veronica, pushing her body hard to the mattress under him.
"Go away" he said and the Rutgers disappeared. He didn't need them. She would be asleep for hours; he could fuck her to sunrise.
They would rest a few minutes and then they were going to start again, just the two of them. Maybe he would take off the rubber suit to feel every inch of her soft skin; but it would be funnier if he waited a couple of nights more to do so.
I have found some kind of temporary sanity in this
shit blood and cum on my hands.
I've come round full circle.
My lamb and martyr, this will be over soon.
You look so precious.
Finally, the blond guy sat on a corner of the room and opened her diary. It was another way to get inside the girl and he was enjoying the reading more than he wanted to show.
Dear Diary.
Heather told me she teaches people life. She said, "Real life sucks losers dry. If you want to fuck with the eagles, you have to learn to fly."
I said, "So you teach people how to spread their wings and fly?"
She said, "Yes." I said, "You're beautiful!"
The next entry was difficult to get. The handwriting was awful but there were some capital letters that got his attention immediately.
Dear Diary.
I WANT TO KILL, and you have to believe it's for more than just selfish reasons, more than just a spoke in my menstrual cycle. You have to believe me.
Oh Christ, I can't explain it, but I'm allowed an understanding that my parents and these Remington University assholes have chosen to ignore. I understand that I must stop Heather.
Betty Finn was a true friend, and I sold her out for a bunch of Swatch-dogs and Diet Coke-heads. Killing Heather would be like offing the Wicked Witch of the West.. wait.. East.. West.. God, I sound like a fucking psycho!
"Fuck!" They boy mumbled. He totally liked the girl; his cock felt the same, it was eager and ready for a second round.