Johnny swallowed the dryness in his throat. If he didn't know, he would have thought that Yena had telepathic abilities. He sat motionless in the uncomfortable chair and tried not to draw attention to his frantic erection. Yena's eyes were fixed on him, but her gaze seemed to pass through him and into somewhere he couldn't see. The edges of her eyes were red with tears, but whatever the reason, Johnny suspected it had something to do with the other story. In fact, she had told it with such gusto that he found it rather disturbing considering the current circumstances. Unconsciously, the image of a young woman, dressed in white leather and wearing a giant dildo flashed through his mind, and soon after, he wondered what it would be like to be forced to suck. that thing in front of a room full of strangers. Johnny's erection throbbed with fury, and it wasn't the first time he'd felt embarrassed. He sighed, frustrated with himself, and rested one ankle on the other to better conceal him
Anger flashed across her face. “There isn't a permanent mark on me, Kudo, not at all. You don't know how many times he's been there to hold me tight every time I'm sure I'm going to break. He's a monster," she sobbed, "I know. I know, and…it doesn't matter to me anymore.” Women crying left him not knowing what to do. They reminded him so much of his birth mother, lying on the couch, shivering and begging him to find more medicine for her. He used to panic at times like that, knowing that if Greg came home and saw his mother, he would hit her and turn his rage on him. He was only seven years old at the time, but he knew how to hide for a while. He would grab his coat, kiss his mother, promise to return with her medicine and then leave. There was an elderly lady, Mrs. Kavanaugh, who lived a few blocks away. Whenever things went awry, he would stay at her house, eat cookies and watch TV games until his mother, or Greg, came to find him. His mother is a weak woman, a drug addict who car
She sighed at the question, her focus seemingly drifting back into the distance. When she spoke, her voice was weak and slightly sad. “He used to talk to me every night. It seemed that my shadow had allowed us to be ourselves, to ignore the fact that he was my kidnapper, and responsible for everything that happened to me during the day. But you have to understand, despite all the bad things Eric has done, he's also protected me, in his own way. Things could have been worse for me without Eric.” “That night, after Celia whipped Kid in front of everyone, Raymond tried to separate us. He wanted me in his room, and I was afraid Eric would let that happen. I saw what Raymond did to Nancy. I can still hear her screams in my ears, feel her hand grip mine. I don't want to end up like her." “Eric refused. He said I would scream for hours if I was separated from him. He told me I was a threat to himself, and that Raymond didn't know me well enough to know what I needed. He said it all in Engl
His refusal seemed to upset her. Yena's two slumped but she nodded for longer than necessary, lost in space again. When she spoke, she seemed to be talking to the room of which Johnny was a piece. Her words weren't for him, and they both knew it. “I knew you would say that. Makes sense, I guess. It's just… I don't think anyone will see it as I do, Kudo. No one will understand at all. If this comes out, people will think I'm crazy. That I was young and didn't know what I was talking about. That I was a victim and that all my feelings were the result of emotional trauma. I think that's the most painful thing." “I've been through everything. I've seen, felt and experienced more than most people experience in their lifetime in just one summer, but what about in the end? I'm just a girl no one can understand. There's a lot of things about me that aren't what they used to be." “I don't want to hear about sex. I know that. I know it's not appropriate to sit here and tell a complete strange
Day 10: Johnny wakes up feeling achy. Everywhere hurts. Slowly, he bent his head forward and grunted as the pain ran down the back of his neck and settled back between his shoulders. He squirmed and fell back onto the mattress. This is going to be more difficult than you think. With each passing second, sanity slowly returned, and before long, his heart began to beat in a frantic rhythm. Last night he went out. “Johnny? Is that you?" Johnny grumbled. Is not. No, no, no, nogggg. He pressed his face deeply into the bed below. Your boy is having an erection. It's not just the usual "good morning flag" phenomenon. He is remembering. He jumped when he heard a familiar voice. Her voice. “Damn it!” he mumbled softly. How do you handle this? How can you explain this? Anyone else! Anyone can do that. But no, it was her sitting next to him, when he finally gathered the courage to turn the chair around. Her red hair was loose; wavy curls running down her back. She wears a white shirt that
“You are not an Imposer.” Janice shook her head, “I don't think so. I mean, you can, you're strong, very manly and full of control. But that is the problem. Isn't that right, Johnny? There's too much work to do to stay in control." She raised her slender hand and twisted her fingers into the hair at the nape of Johnny's neck. It was an intimate gesture, full of meaning. Ah, right. Damn crazy bullshit. Yena was right: Sloan no no no. She would look straight at a person and start tearing them apart. No matter how painful it is. Even though she wasn't asked to do so. All night long, she did this to him, provoking, urging, and stabbing him until he surrendered. Janice's free hand grabbed Johnny's thigh and gently provoked it. Johnny swallowed hesitantly, but then let Janice do as he pleased, and so she stepped between his outstretched thighs as if she belonged there. “I won't tell anyone your secrets, Johnny. I keep a lot of secrets; that's my job. If you tell me to leave you alone, I w
“Push him straight up. I want him to sit on his heels,” Celia said and the two men pulled him up.Kid's face was red and wet with tears. His ribcage, unlike his back, showed just a single red whip.“Open your legs, Slave,” Celia said.Kid sobbed violently, his chest shaking with it, but he obeyed.“You were a good boy, Slave. I think you deserve a present.” Celia glides her whip slowly over the boy and Kid's balls. Kid's breathing stopped immediately and only returned after Celia had done it a few times.Slowly, his boy began to stir, erect despite the humiliation and shame. Despite the fact that his audience is anxiously awaiting the moment when Celia uses the other penis on him. Despite the fact that he had no idea what would happen next.Celia continued to coax Kid's erection, going further by kneeling and stroking him with her hands. Kid groaned as his sensitive flesh was expertly caressed. He seemed to have forgotten about the whip, unaware of Celia's fake boy, his body slowly mo
Johnny took a long, hot shower. It helps soothe his sore muscles. The damage was minor, just a few bruises and stripes on his butt. It was a relief to know that no trace would be visible once he put on his clothes.He stopped to buy coffee on his way to work. He didn't want to be near the coffee pot area in the office. Fellow officers would try to get him to talk, and Johnny wasn't in the mood. He walked away quietly, nodded to the clerk, and then got into the elevator, without saying a word to the security guard of the building accompanying him.“Agent Kudo.” Johnny set down his leather briefcase next to his desk, and put coffee next to his keyboard before turning to the officer who had just appeared."YES?"“There was a message for you late last night. Clerk brought it up this morning.” The young man handed the message to Johnny and left.“Thanks,” Johnny mumbled following the young man's back and looking down at the message. Agents at the FIA called. Johnny looked at his watch and