Note: All characters in this story are of legal age. All of the characters are well over eighteen years of age
The bedroom was dark slightly lit by shards of daylight that revealed an immaculately cleaned space with hardwood floors, Ikea furniture, well stocked bookshelves and a study space consisting of a simple chair and desk with a laptop and school books.
A small doll, an action figure was posed in a sitting position on the desktop facing the occupied day bed in the darkened room. The bed was covered with an inordinate number of comforters and blankets and there was some muted movement under the wealth of blankets.
Aquaman was getting a show.
The mass of quilts was undulating with slow measured movements and a low buzzing sound could be heard from the confines of the day bed. The low tunes of Mark Scott (Song-I Don't Wanna Come Down) wafted through the bedroom from a Hello Kitty radio alarm clock.
Leslie was playing with her trusty rabbit.
The small toy brought her so much pleasure that she could barely function without it. She would sometimes lock herself in her room and play with herself for hours. Her upbringing had instilled in her the belief that masturbation was wrong and she would hide under the quilts to use the toy.
The stacked brunette had pushed her ruffled bloomers down mid-thigh and was squirming around on her mattress in ecstasy. She used one hand to hold her delicate flower open and the other to apply the vibrator directly onto her clit.
"Fuck me, ooohh shit! Right there, yeah right there." Images of Humbert crying and struggling under her as his ass was plowed danced in her mind's eye. The second "Hook-Up" had been all she imagined and more.
Leslie pressed the small vibrator down on her clit even further and used two fingers on her other hand to rub her crotch vigorously as the strong orgasm took her.
FFFFFFUUUUUCCK!! She suddenly screamed from beneath numerous blankets as she soiled her sheets and actually squirted a visible jet of her cum.
The heat in her makeshift quilted fort was too much at this point and she was forced to toss back the covers as she basked in the afterglow of her self-gratification.
"Holy shit... I've gotta get some more of Humbert's pussy." She said to herself as she rubbed her sweaty brow.
Her I-phone suddenly started ringing with the Miley Cyrus tune she'd chosen for it and the display on the window revealed a picture she and her BFF had taken last summer at a local carnival.
"Where you been biatch?" Red's voice boomed at her with faux anger.
"I was, uh kind of busy."
"Too busy to pick up your fucking phone whore?" Now Red sounded like she was on the verge of getting angry and Leslie definitely didn't want that force directed at her.
"Melissa, I'm really fucking sorry. I didn't mean to be an absentee partner-in-crime. What have you done now?"
"Brad fucking cheated on me."
"Get out of here Red, even that meat head wouldn't have the nerve to cross you." Humbert was momentarily forgotten as the buxom brunette leaned forward pulling the covers over her rounded hips.
"I serious bitch!! That motherfucker's been fucking that fat cunt April!!"
"You not talking about that Twilight Emo with the humongous knockers are you?" Leslie couldn't believe her ears as she listened to Red recount the past twenty-four hours taking in every juicy detail of Brad's infidelity, the vicious retribution on the chubby teacher's assistant and the sexual embargo.
"Wow, I feel like I've been on the moon to have missed all this drama."
"By the way, just where the fuck were you doing all of this shit?" Leslie was apprehensive about revealing her solo attack on Humbert even as she started to become a little damp between the legs.
"It's a long story Red, that's all I really want to say until I see you face to face. There's some stuff I really need to let you in on babe."
"Well you can tell me right now because I'm sitting in front of your house in my car bitch." Leslie's heart suddenly skipped a beat.
"I'll be right out. Give me a few minutes to clean up Red."
*****
Humbert sat in the bathtub soaking. It had become an early morning ritual since he was violently raped weeks ago and was the only thing that soothed his damaged rectum.
The hot water in the tub was crimson tinged from the blood that leaked from his anus. He'd bled even more profusely than the last time because of the nature of the latest attack. Leslie hadn't used enough lube and as a result it had felt like his insides were being turned inside out. He'd managed to get rid of the evidence trashing his bed sheets and flipping the blood stained mattress. Initially he'd tried to staunch the flow of blood by shoving a wad of his mother's maxi-pads into his gaped asshole, but that didn't seem to work.
He'd been "fortunate" enough to find the butt plug Leslie had also forced upon him in the aftermath of the library assault and lo and behold...it actually worked.
Every time he thought about Leslie, he'd feel sick and disgusted like he was going to vomit. His mind's eye just kept wandering back to that image he remembered from the mirror on the back of his door as he was being savagely fucked.
He just kept seeing the half-crazed look on the beautiful face of the cheerleader, the way her huge natural breasts swayed and bounced as she drove "her plastic cock" up his ass...and the almost demonic crimson tint to her flawless skin as she bucked and undulated violating him solely for her sick pleasure.
"Never again bitch." He whispered to himself as he painfully leaned forward and pulled the drain plug in the tub.
The butt plug sat on the toilet waiting to be inserted.
*****
Red's Camaro sat in front of Maplewood's only thrift store and the two girls sat in the car watching the building. Red had barely given Leslie a moment to jump into the vehicle before speeding off down the highway to the center of town. Now Leslie found herself sitting in her car as her friend watched a closed store.
"Okay I'll bite what the fuck is this all about?" Red all but ignored her best friend as she pulled a pair of binoculars up and used them to get the store's hours.
"I've got a little time, so I'll make this brief. I need to gauge a subject for a new social experiment of mine."
"Oh yeah, what's that?" Leslie was curious to say the least.
