“Hey you.” I waved playfully, then slid forward, reaching for the toy.
“I was given a gift from a very special man in my life. I won’t say who, but let’s just say…” I raised the toy to the camera and ran my hand down it. It was then that I realized I’d never touched a real cock like this before. “Let’s just say it’s not as impressive as the real thing, but considering the real thing isn’t in my bed right now, it’ll have to do.”
Reaching for a lube packet, I tore it and eased the slippery liquid onto the toy, running my hands up and down it to get it lubricated. It felt like my own arousal, which relaxed me.
“It feels so real. I think I’m a little spoiled!” I giggled and bounced again like I’d seen other girls do. “I’m going to go slow, as to give you a good show,” I said and fell back onto my pillow, bringing my knees up, and finally, with my heart beating out of my chest, I spread my legs, revealing my body to the camera.
I reached for the toy and brought it to my chest. I opened my eyes just enough to make eye contact with the camera. I slid the fake cock down my breasts, belly, and finally reached my lips.
I took a deep breath and slid my hand down to the handle, pressing the vibrate button. The machine hummed to life, and I gasped. It was so intense! I pulled it away instantly.
“Holy shit.”
I blinked, absorbing the shock of how powerful it was. I ran my hands down my slit and found myself suddenly very wet. I bit my lower lip and smirked at the camera. “I don’t want to come like that. I want to use every function this has.”
I slid the cock down my wetness slowly. I paused at my opening. This was it. A deep ache came from my core, begging me to do it. Carefully, I pushed it inside me and felt the fullness.
I chose to manually work it, letting my body savor the feeling at its own gentle pace. I was still getting used to the interesting stretch that came from penetration. I raised my head and grinned at the camera.
“Why don’t we see what it can really do?” I slid it out and pushed the button for thrusting. It whirred to life, and I pushed it back inside. In perfect rhythm, it was hitting something inside me that felt so incredible. It was so… deep.
I let my head fall back to the pillow, and I pushed it further inside, relishing in the feeling of being fucked by a fake cock. I closed my eyes and imagined Constantine over me, then Kansas, and then both.
I cried out as I came so hard my vision grew spotty. The cock kept pumping as my orgasm tightened around it, and it felt so incredible.When I came down, I removed it and turned it off. My body collapsed instantly, and I was so tired, so exhausted, I couldn't move.Then, I heard a ping come from my smart hub.
“New Message.”
Sighing, I answered it. “Read off message.”
“From Husband. Good Girl.”
I felt the weight of the chain drop, and I lifted my leg to see that I’d been set free.
Rule 54 - Eisley
Anything can be a weapon if you know what you’re doing.
Exhaustion over the powerful orgasm, paired with my throbbing leg, caused me to fall asleep. I woke up sometime later, still free, and my leg considerably less sore. I tested it first, and then finding it able to carry my weight again, I walked to my dresser and changed into clean underwear and a dress that wasn’t see-through and covered my knees.
I glanced back at the bed, where the toy lay still. While it worked wonders, I decided I’d have a much more fun time with Constantine. Or Kansas.I wouldn’t tell him that last part. Being with Kansas was the reason for being locked up in the first place.
As soon as my feet touched the base of the stairs, the energy felt off. I looked around, and seeing only dark, I began turning on lights.
“Constantine? Kansas? Are you here?” I called, but I was met with total silence. I sighed deeply at all the flowers in my living room and saw that the first one needed to be tossed. I grabbed it and started toward the kitchen, and when I flicked the light on, I gasped.My entire kitchen had been torn apart. The cabinets were opened and the drawers were pulled out. Every jar of tea I had was on the counters, many were dumped. It was a disaster!
I set the dead bouquet down on the messy counter. Dried tea leaves and other herbs were scattered all over as if someone had been testing them.And then it hit me.
Someone knew what I had hidden.
Someone was looking for specific things.
I hurried to my pantry. A handful of my teapots were on the floor, some broken into pieces. Whoever did this was—was a monster!Tears spilled as carefully, I stepped around the broken pieces and crouched to see if whoever had been in my house had found my secret cabinet.They had.It was wide open, and all of the jars were gone.
Hemlock, pokeweed, parsnip, maidenhair fern, my juniper, Indian turnips, and all my meadow saffron. There were more jars I couldn’t recall right away that I’d put in here. All things that were poisonous and I’d been saving for an emergency. All of it, gone.
But why?
Were they trying to hurt someone or were they sending me a message? Either way, the damage was done, and I sat in my pantry and cried.
