Chapter 15 - ff, Mf
As soon as they got in the pool, Erin was talking to this new, interesting friend.
Erin looked this girl over as she got herself wet, looking around at everything. Her skin was pale, very much lighter than Erin's all-over tan she had gotten this
summer from swimming naked with John almost every day. It was almost as if this girl wasn't outside in the sun very often.
"So..." Erin began, still awkward with this girl who just held her hand as they both had an orgasm. "So he's your grandpa?"
Lucy looked at her somewhat blankly, "Yeah."
She didn't add anything, not much luck there. "So where do you go to school? I go here at West Side."
"Grandpa brings in a tutor, I home school." She was just walking around the shallow end of the pool,
naked. Erin saw the sun reflecting off droplets of water on her skin, making it look like she was covered with diamonds. Erin would always remember that image of Lucy, when she thought of her.
"So... do you live with your Mom?" she remembered John saying she didn't have a daddy, so she didn't want to bring it up...
"Yeah, but she is sick a lot so mostly grandfather takes care of me."
"Oh."
Lucy isn't making this easy, Erin thought. "So, what do you like to do with your friends?"
Lucy looked at her, almost as if noticing she was actually there for the first time. "Umm, grandpa doesn't let me go out very much, but I met some people on
Skype, they're nice" and then she lowered her voice, and got closer to Erin, "He doesn't know my computer connects to the neighbor's internet."
"You have Skype?" Erin asked, seeing her opening.
"Yeah."
"Well, maybe we could talk sometime? I have Skype, too."
Lucy looked at her. Looked around at where she was, looked over at the men, and then back at her... and smiled. The first smile Erin had seen on her. "I would like that. My Skype name is lucyinthedark, can you remember that?"
Erin repeated it back to her, and decided she could. "When do you get on?" Erin asked.
"Usually like at 9 after... he is done, then he goes to bed."
"Oh. Ok. So you wanna chat tonight?" Erin asked.
Lucy said, "I would like that." Then she looked back at the men, "So you are with officer?"
"Yeah... I call him John."
"Oh. He's nice. He's the nicest one."
"Nicest one what?" Erin asked.
"The nicest one of all the men."
"Oh..." Erin wondered about that. If she had been thinking just a little more clearly, if her brain wasn't still just slightly under the effects of the mood altering drug, Erin may have wondered more about what that comment meant.
Lucy wandered close to Erin, seemed to be examining her. "you're really pretty. I can see why Officer likes you."
"Thanks.... I wish I was as pretty as you, though. John wasn't sure he wanted to do anything today but I can see why he did, with you," she said to Lucy, smiling shyly.
Lucy moved closer and put her hand on Erin's stomach, under water. "Most of the time the men have me do stuff with the other girl... I was kinda hoping Officer or grandpa would tell me to do stuff with you."
Erin was distracted by Lucy's fingers on her tummy, "Really?"
"Yes," and now Lucy was caressing Erin's skin, just soft enough to not tickle. Erin stepped into her touch and put her hand on Lucy's bare hip, under the water.
"That might have been nice," Erin said to her softly. And then she gasped as Lucy's fingers slid down to her pussy, her middle finger sliding in between her
lips.
"Doing stuff with the girls is like my favorite part of this, but it is really nice with Officer, too. He is the best with his tongue, even better than my grandpa," sliding her finger up and down Erin's slit, slowly.
Erin moaned lightly..."Mmmm... I just did stuff with other girls for the first time the other day... I really liked it too," and she stepped again into Lucy's
touch, and wrapped her hand around Lucy's butt, sliding her fingers between her cheeks, pressing them against her
butthole, like how John does to her, sometimes.
Lucy sighed, "Yeah, the girls are always nicer, and almost always know how to make it feel better," sliding her middle finger inside Erin's vagina. "Do you play with officer every day?" she asked,
sliding her finger in and out of Erin.
Erin moaned, "Oh yes, usually twice..."
"I bet that is so nice, it feels so good when he licks me... he really knows how to make me feel so good... he makes me feel special..."
Erin was rubbing Lucy's butt hole while listening her talk about her love of eating
pussy... and she decided that she was glad John could make her feel special, "Mmmm, you can come over and play with us any time you want. You and me could have a lot of fun with John," implying themaster was not
invited.
"Oh god, I would love that so much," sighing...
Erin decided she didn't like her angle, she moved her hand around to Lucy's tummy, and came at her pussy directly, like Lucy was doing to her. She went right to Lucy's clit and rubbed the circles she
herself loved so much. Both girls put their other arms around each others' back and began thrusting their hips at each other, increasing their contact. "God yes, it does feel so good," Erin moaned, sliding her own fingers inside of Lucy.
She isn't as tight as me... maybe I can get two fingers inside... and she made Lucy moan when she did. Lucy did a thing with her hands that caught Erin by surprise... she had one finger inside Erin's hole, and her thumb was rubbing her clit at the same time, and she went at Erin hard. Erin mimicked what she was doing, causing Lucy to gasp. Both girls worked each other like that,
breath getting harder, moans more high pitched, until suddenly Lucy was hugging her hard, and Erin could feel Lucy's
vagina squeezing her fingers. Lucy, in her pleasure, accidentally slid two fingers inside of Erin, which Erin loved, and set off her own orgasm. The two naked little girls held each other in the pool in the bright sunshine, and found pleasure
and comfort in each other.
As they recovered, they fell away from each other, suddenly a little shy in their satisfaction. Erin glanced over at John, amazingly, the men seemed to not have noticed what they had just done. She looked at Lucy, who was also looking over, and realizing the same thing. They looked at each other, and laughed. Erin was the first to speak, "Hey, wanna try to do hand stands?"
Lucy smiled wider, "Yeah!" and suddenly two naked little girls were standing on their hands under water, legs in the air, giving the two men a show.
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Chief watched the girls. "If I were about 10 years younger, I'd given Erin another go. She's the most sexual little girl I've ever seen. I can't believe she's just a natural, and you didn't have to condition her."
John was 20 years younger, and watching Erin and Lucy, he actually was ready for another go. He didn't really want to talk about Erin with this man, but he felt he had to play nice, at least with
him. "Yes, I was surprised how little effort it took to sexualize her. All she needed was a nudge, and she found the way on her own, it seems like."
"I envy you. You aren't going to have a lot of the behavioral problems the rest of us have to deal with."
John just nodded thoughtfully. Yeah, you drug them and beat them and brainwash
them, then act surprised when they break.
"Well, again, I'd say you were successful with Erin, the others will be informed. I trust we will see you both again in... November? Thanksgiving holidays? No school?"
"Sounds about right," John said.
They spoke a while longer, chief filling John in on the status of the other members, and girls. John would ordinarily only see one of them once a month, rotating, so sometimes he'd go 6 months or more without ever seeing
a particular one. And since he'd skipped the last couple months, even longer. "Crazy ed broke his niece's arm, two months ago. He got angry at her and twisted it, and he still gave her to Serenity when she still had the cast,
because he didn't want to miss his turn with Serenity's niece that month. Serenity was kind enough to be gentle
with her arm when he sodomized her. I grow concerned with his increasingly reckless and sadistic nature. Crazy ed is going to get himself killed one of these days. I share this with you because I think you already know this about him."
"Do you understand why I don't want him around Erin?"
"I do. And I will consider this, and him. There is a chance I may call upon you, with your professional services, to help deal with
him in the future. Perhaps."
"I am on board with that. He's a piece of shit."
Chief just grunted.
"Lucy! Come!" chief shouted to the girls. Lucy broke off her day with Erin without a word, immediately went directly to the wall toward her grandfather, climbed out, and quickly walked to stand before him. Erin watched. John had a towel ready for her. "Get dried off and dressed, Lucy, it is time to go. John handed her the towel.
She dried off and she got dressed. Chief took one last look at Erin, exposed in the water from the
waist up, and John heard him sigh to himself. "Come along, Lucy," and Chief headed toward the patio door.
John turned to Erin and gave her a "Stay here" hand signal, and she nodded. John followed them as they were walking toward his front door. "Goodbye, Lucy, it was nice seeing you again."
From behind her grandfather she turned to him, looked back at Erin, gave him a brief smile, then turned away and increased her pace to catch up. John saw them out, watched them walk to his Cadillac, and drive away.
God damn that man, John thought.
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He locked the door and walked back to the patio, and saw Erin, floating on her back in the deep end, the water washing over her skin.
It looks like she is cleansing herself in the waters.... maybe she is.... John took off his clothes and eased into the shallow end so as not to
splash and disturb her, and gave her her space, but stayed near in case she needed him. Her eyes were closed and her arms were outstretched, he could almost feel how she must feel with the sun shining her full in the face. He watched. And waited. And she was still, and silent.
And suddenly she took a deep breath, and cried out, and he went to her, and she opened her eyes, saw him, and embraced him. He held her, not sure what she needed yet, but waiting to see what he could give to her, or do for her, or say to her, or receive from her. She held his neck fiercely, and said simply, "I'm sorry. I did what I thought you wanted me to do."
And he held her back, arms around her body, "Erin, you have nothing to be sorry for. Thank you for being amazing, today."
She listened and absorbed what he said, and let it soak into her brain, and took a deep, shuddering breath as if to release the sob she had been holding, and then she was fine. She was with John, now, and for now everything is perfect and she was out from under that shadow she'd felt since "the master" had arrived, a cold, fearful place in which she was wholly
unaccustomed to dwell. She held him tight, floating in his arms. He held her tight, reestablishing their closeness. Reaffirming their bond.
When she wrapped her legs around him and put her crotch against his cock, it wasn't lust, or the desire
for release. He wasn't hard. He wasn't thinking of that at all. Without being able to put it into words, she wanted his intimacy. She wanted to shrink their universe back down to just the two of them, to put the old man
beyond the boundaries of their perceptions, where he belonged. For now, Erin wanted to forget.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and began grinding himself against him, just like those first days when she got the cramp. She felt him respond to her. She never said a word, just held him tighter, her face buried in his neck.
He never said a word, just hugged her tighter, reveling in the miracle that was his beautiful Erin, holding him, holding her. He felt guilty for what she'd done for him. He knew there was nothing he would ever deny her, if it would make her life better. She felt that in his embrace.
She shifted her body, she pulled away, pulled back, she had John's cock pointing
straight up as she rested her pussy against it. She began to roll her hips, sliding herself up and down his length. She sighed as she began to take pleasure from him, she felt him hold her tighter, and heard his own sigh. She found a
rhythm, up and down, her lower lips spread and embracing the bottom of his shaft. Every thrust kissing him with her opening, every withdraw grinding her clit, sending live wires of
electricity throughout her body. Her nipples began to feel sensitive against his chest hair, she
squirmed to increase the sensation. She heard him sign again, a gentle moan, as she continued to masturbate them with her vagina. She was wiping the slate clean, forgetting the taste of the old man with his stupid mask and the bitter taste of his
watery cum, forgetting the feeling of his mouth on her. She was reclaiming herself, reclaiming her lover, reclaiming their life, and reclaiming the self that the old man almost took from her. Taking her pleasure from John right
now reminded her that no matter what they had to do for each other in dealing with these men, nothing could hurt them as long as they had each other in the end. She loved him, she knew she always would, and she cried out as her orgasm pounced upon her.
"I love you," she whispered to him as he held her.
"I love you more," giving her own words back to her.
She knew he hadn't finished, she reached down, took him in her hand, fondled, stroked,
caressed. They were in the deep end, he held her, floating, as she gave him pleasure. He had already been
close and she gripped him in the way she knew he couldn't last long, and as he had his climax, and he cried out, she could see the ropey strings of cum shooting into the water, some of it sticking to their
skin. She then pressed her body back her his, pressing it between them.
He held her in the water like a baby, looking at each other, just existing, until the water took a chill and dusk was approaching. The Fall days are short, even in Florida. They left the pool naked, hand in hand. John dried her, then she dried him. John grabbed their clothes and they went into the house.
"How do you feel," he asked her.
"Better," she said. "Are you ok?"
"I am now," he said smiling at her. She smiled back, she squeezed his hand.
"I thought it would be worse," she said. "I thought I would be more scared, but it was ok. And Lucy was nice." She hadn't meant to keep what she had done with Lucy from him, but now just didn't seem the time.
I should probably keep slipping her Ecstasy before these meetings, he thought.
"Why was Lucy like that? Why was she... like... a robot, with him?"
"It was the collar. These other girls... get trained. They get trained that when the collar goes on, they aren't human, they are just animals, and they will do everything they are told without question. And, they are trained to never, ever tell anyone about it, or to try to get help if they want it to stop."
It was a large concept for a little 8 year old girl to grasp, but she nailed it, first try: "That... is horrible."
John had never allowed himself to think about it much, but with the brand new context of knowing
Erin's love now coloring all of his perceptions, his newfound conscience, he knew she was right. This was horrible. For the first time he allowed an idea to creep into his consciousness...
maybe I should do something to stop them.
He shelved that idea, I'll think about this later.
"Sweetie, it is 6 o'clock. Your mom will be here in an hour. What do you need. What can I do for you."
"Tomorrow is Saturday, I prolly won't see you."
"I know sweetie, I hate weekends because of that."
She smiled at that. "Sometimes at night when the light from your pool light is
shining in my window on my bed I wonder what you are doing, I do that a lot when I am touching myself."
He hugged her. "Which bedroom is yours?" He was sort of surprised he didn't know this, he'd never been in Erin's house
beyond the living room, kitchen, and bathroom.
"The one on this side facing your fence, with the bushes."
"Wait... the one by the fence, on the ground floor?"
"Yeah."
"Your bedroom is on the ground floor?"
"Yeah. Why?"
John had an insane thought... "Where do your parents sleep?"
"Up in the attic bedroom, they sleep during the day sometimes and wanted to be away from the noisy kids."
John smiled, thinking a reckless thought, "Are your bedroom windows locked?"