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OoOoOoO WARNING: lemons! somebody asked privately for this, so AS YOU WISH, I was already writing the following day of the story but we can stop and smell the roses if you like it ;)

A TIP: Italic words stand for lyrics. Bold words stand for Veronica's thoughts.

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7. HAPPINESS IN SLAVERY – Nine Inch Nails

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Veronica put the pillow on the floor to rest her head and lit up a cigarette. Then, she started to move her lips like a fish to create a little ring of smoke.

Tate was still there, he sat closer so that his legs became the pillow. When he let the flesh of his lower body to become thicker, she didn't notice any difference.

Another ring went out; Tate smiled and set his thumb between her lips. As his ghost finger was barely touching her skin, the smoke came through him and formed another ring. Tate was caressing the corners of her mouth in circles when Veronica took a deep drag. Tate felt the sucking and her tongue against his fingerprint. His cock was also pressing against her nape, she didn't notice that either. Tate was the stiffen pea under the mattress of the sleepy princess. Eventually if he got closer to reality, she would realize something wicked was going on and playing tricks on her. He desired that so badly, but Tate knew he couldn't have that wish granted, the girl would panic. His electricity was already making her mouth tingle like an ant's nest but she was surely blaming the drug.

Another ring of smoke came out; Tate bent to stick his tongue into her mouth and inhaled the ring. She saw it. The girl saw the grey ring disappearing in the air and reacted laughing, her lips pulsing into his lips. She was so intoxicated. Both of them were.

They played with the smoke until the cigarette was done. Then, Veronica got up and invisible Tate followed her. She threw the butt to the garden and claimed his name to the night. "Tate? Are you out there?"

"I'm here" he replied. She couldn't hear him because he was less than a shadow. No voice, no body, just thin air blowing.

Veronica called him a couple of times and finally, she closed the window and pulled down the blinds. "I guess he's not coming back, Mr Diddle" she whispered to her favorite teddy bear and steadily got to the bed and held it tight.

Tate was quite confused; she had always called Trevor to that cuddly toy. "It's just the two of us again, Mr. Diddle. It's been a while, I hope you miss me too".

Mr. Diddle… Tate was really intrigued so he came closer to her and connected with her mind to hear her thoughts. Veronica put the black teddy bear upside down to unzip the hidden zipper on its back. She was high and horny and hatred the way she had been left behind. Most of all, she was not going to waste that trip to wonderland. Hi diddle diddle, the Cat and the fiddle… While she was remembering a sweet lullaby, she introduced her fingers on Trevor's cotton guts and took out a black dildo.
"What the fuck!" Tate's mind blew. He knew nothing about her little dark secret friend.

Veronica flopped down on her bed, placed the dildo on her mouth and started to remove her clothes fast. In a minute she was completely naked and aroused, so was him.

First, her jaws were shaking because of the drugs effect. Then she clenched the dildo on her teeth and turned it on. The shaking got wilder, so did Tate's desire.

Veronica began to lick the black latex to lubricate it. Tate was astonished and tempted to replace the machine with his own dick but he knew better. She would scream and escape if he became real and if not, it would be worse to get so close to the girl, not being able to touch her for real. It would be almost painful.

Tate thought fast. He could knock on the window and ask her to let him in, but that wasn't a clever thing to do either. Maybe, just maybe… the strangest idea crossed his mind and he decided he would give it a try.

The naughty shadow of a boy jumped from the curtains to the ceiling and started to dance in front of Veronica's surprised eyes.

"What the hell" she murmured the moment she saw that Peter Pan impersonation. Tate didn't stop. He was ready to play like a shadow puppet. He had his rubber suit on and was eager to trespass the dimensions just a little bit, getting stuck in the middle of reality and neverland. He was a shadow and the shadow waved at Veronica. She gasped, opening and closing her eyes repeatedly. It's just the MDMA, the Crystal, the GHB, or whatever the boy put in that bottle. Maybe it got some acid in there. Relax, I have to relax. Don't make it worse. It's just an illusion. It will fade.

Great. The girl was playing along, finally. She was buying the whole façade and Tate was going to give her the trip of her life out of fairy dust.

The shadow was glued to the ceiling like a spider but the body was using the limbs to lean down slowly. Tate was becoming taller; the shadow was getting down to confront her as if Tate was climbing from a cobweb of dark strings. His legs grew longer; his feet remained anchored to the ceiling.

Easy, easy, I'm delusional. I'm having illusions. The shadow will fade. Tate smiled under the black veil; fading away was something he was not planning on doing that night.

The dildo was still on, vibrating on the sheets next to Veronica's right arm. Tate took hold of the machine and pressed it to the girl's hand. This is not happening. This is not real.

Tate got so close that the rubber suit touched her skin. Veronica laid petrified under Tate's light pressure. She was scared stiff.

"I'm not gonna hurt you" he murmured with husky voice. He took her hand and obligated her to grab Mr. Diddle. The top of the vibrator pushed to the bone of her hip. Oh my god. This feels so real. It can't be. It can't. This is not happening.

Tate got downer and got through Veronica just a bit. They were intertwined, her body and his spirit. There was no frontier between them, no way to tell her skin from the rubber suit. It's just an illusion. My God. My oh my…

Laughing loudly, Tate placed the dildo over Veronica's tummy and it got inside his lower abdomen as well. The vibration ached but he didn't mind at all.

Suddenly, Veronica's left arm got through his chest. It's like a ghost. He's not really here. He's an illusion. She thought as she was moving her hand up and down across Tate's spine. It hurt really bad this time, but he smiled anyway.

Tate hard-pressed the dildo against her core, right over his boner. The vibration stung on his muscles. She was getting so wet that he pushed harder instead of removing the dildo from his aching flesh.

Veronica bit her lower lip and moaned. He smirked. It was all that he needed to hear to upgrade the game to the next pleasant level. Tate retreated until their bodies were naturally one against the other. Then, his flesh grew a bit thicker. Veronica's left arm was still across his body and it started to move inside his guts. It can't be real… God, it feels so real… So real... So… Oh my… so good.

Out of the blue, Veronica opened her legs for him. Tate took his cock out of the rubber suit and pushed the head to the warm lips of her cunt. It was slippery and throbbing. The dildo was still placed between them, resting on Veronica's tummy, vibrating right on the top of her clit. She was willing and ready to receive him. She didn't think with words anymore; her mouth was panting and so was her brain.

"I'm gonna fuck you" Tate groaned. "Ask me to fuck you, ask m…"

Veronica's hand changed its place inside his chest and went for his mouth. "Shadows… don't… talk," she said. Her hips went up to trap his dick inside her. It nailed her all at once. Both of them screamed.

Slave screams he thinks he knows what he wants. Veronica wrapped her legs around his waist and her back arched to deepen the onslaught. She was moving, not him. She was pulling the strings.
Slave screams thinks he has something to say. Tate tried to speak but Veronica's finger crossed the latex mask at the first sound, getting inside his mouth and clasping his jaws. He was not totally in flesh and blood. Thus, she could pierce him and she was doing it on purpose, wounding his soft-palate with her nails. Slave screams he's being beat into submission. Don't open your eyes take it from me (…)
I have found
you can find
happiness in slavery.
She was fucking him. She was enjoying the trip. Veronica started to move faster, rubbing herself against the shadow; her tongue along his plastic cheek; her free hand across his latex back... She used it to pull down Tate by the neck and then, she bit hard his shoulder and climaxed. That was beyond pain and pleasure. Stick my hands through the cage (…), just some flesh caught in this big broken machine.

Tate broke out through to the other side, became real and cum inside her. His cock pressed her insides pumping rabidly. She felt the weight of his body and the warm of his sperm, but she couldn't care less.

Veronica looked into those black eyes and muttered. "Tate? Tate, is this real? Are you here?"

The shadow faded away. "You didn't kiss goodbye"…

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Well, I think that's it :)

If you want more, just let me know cause maybe it's just a bunch of non-senses and I should just keep to myself as a little dark secret friend… ;)