laughter_n_love
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Jenny checked her appearance in the mirror for the umpteenth time, making sure all was just so. As she fluffed her hair to add a bit more body, she wondered why exactly she was putting in so much effort for tonight. Tonight was...ridiculous. Tonight made no sense in the logical world, and yet tonight was happening all the same. Tonight, she had invited to her home the boy who had subjected her to life-altering truama...so he could do it to her all over again. Tonight made about as much sense as putting ketchup on eggs.
Why was she doing this? Why? That memory from twelve years ago haunted her like Casper the Unfriendly Ghost. All the anxieties she had felt that night had turned out to be unwarranted. She hadn't been teased at school after her classmates had found out how ridiculously ticklish she was. She had ended up going out with Ricky Fuller, her high school crush, even if it had been short-lived. Her relationship with Timmy MacDugal hadn't suffered any harm, and in fact, the times she babysat for him after that night had only gotten more fun as they added him tying her up and playfully tickling her as a regular activity. The only person she came away despising out of that night was Adam Fuller, the architect of the all the negativity from those memories. The very same Adam Fuller she had invited over tonight to unleash hell on her again because...why?
Seeing Adam this morning had caused all those unfounded anxieties to resurface. He had been the cause of the trauma. His was the face she saw when she lie awake, unable to sleep at night. He was the reason why every sexual encounter she'd ever had left her wanting...
And there it was. There was the truth of the matter, and god damn if that little shit hadn't known it before she did. She had been a kid, and he had been a little kid, but there had been nothing childlike about the torture he put her through. It had left it's mark on her. HE had left his mark on her. The way he had used her, like she hadn't been a person, but just a toy for him to play with. How she had begged for him to stop, and how he had refused to listen, as though her words meant nothing to him. As though she meant nothing to him. The way he had shown zero remorse after the fact. The way he still showed zero remorse even to this day.
It occurred to her that subconsciously, she had been craving that kind of treatment again ever since that night. She could not explain why. Perhaps a darkness lived inside her that desired to be used, callously and unfeelingly. At a pivotal point in her sexual development, when her hormones were raging and her libido was out of control, ten year old Adam Fuller had subjected her to a dose of sadism that had changed her brain chemistry forever. She'd spent the last twelve years harboring a simmering hatred towards that boy, and yet he was the one that lived rent free in her head precisely because of how terribly he'd abused her.
He was no longer a boy, and she was no longer a teenager confused and excited about exploring her sexuality. They were both very much adults in mind and body. What they did tonight could not be chalked up to misguided adolescence or youthful naivety. What they did tonight will done willfully, consensually, and with a full understanding of what was expected to happen.
A shudder ran down her spine even as her nipples stiffened. This was madness.
"Too late to back out now," she thought to herself, though any thoughts of backing out had no real foothold in her mind. For too long she had longed for another experience like the one from twelve years ago. That it would be the same perpetrator as last time could not be coincidence. For all Jenny knew, Adam Fully was the only person in the world who could give her what she craved.
There was a knock at her door. She exhaled one last time in the mirror to steel her courage and went to answer it.
As happened this morning at the diner, Jenny experienced a flood of emotions at seeing Adam standing in her doorway. Revulsion. Excitement. Contempt. Desire. It was no wonder that she felt her mouth go dry and at a loss for words as he stood waiting for some kind of acknowledgement.
With that same self-satisfied smirk, he brushed past her into her apartment. She noticed he was carrying a small bag. "Glad to see you gave me your real address. I half-thought I was gonna get punked when I got here." Jenny shut the door behind him, still not saying anything but following him with her eyes. She couldn't mentally decide how she was supposed to feel about him standing in her living room. Her indecision must have been written all over her face. "Still pretending you hate me?" he chuckled.
Him giving words to her confusion felt patronizing. Her face scrunched in a scowl. "Don't be an asshole," she finally said. Putting him in his place felt not just appropriate, but gave her a small measure of control over a situation that felt wildly out of control already.
"Bullshit," he said, deflating her balloon. "The only reason I'm here is because I'm an asshole." She opened her mouth to object and once again found no words coming out. Damn him. Why did he have to be so infuriatingly blunt? "So where are we doing this?" His eyes fell on her sofa, which did not have the same kind of open armrests as the one the MacDugal's had fortuitously chosen for their living room decades ago.
She pointed. "My bedroom," she said, but made no move towards it. "Did...did you want something to drink first?"
Adam chuckled in that way that he did that made her want to stab him in the throat. "Naw. This isn't a date. Let's do this." Without waiting for a response, he headed into her bedroom, rubbing his hands like a gymnast about to mount the pommel horse.
Jenny followed with half a mind to throw his arrogant ass out. It wouldn't satisfy the cravings that had been lingering within her for all of her adult life, but it would feel damned good to stick it to him for once. As she entered her bedroom, she found him shirtless and pulling lengths of rope from his bag. All thoughts of demanding he leave vanished in an instant.
Ricky Fuller had been a narcissist, but Jenny had crushed on him because of his handsome face, his athletic body, and his self-confidence. Twenty-two year old Adam Fuller possessed all of the same attributes of his older brother and then some. Where Ricky had been built more like a beefy linebacker, Adam was all wide receiver, long and lean without an ounce of body fat. Jenny couldn't take her eyes off his defined abdominal muscles...except to look at the rope he was measuring out between his hands. Her pussy twitched in anticipation.
Adam, ever the one to spoil an ounce of goodwill, made a point of posing like a douchebag to make his already sculpted frame look even more chiseled. "Like what you see?" he mugged. Jenny rolled her eyes and cursed herself for tipping her hand with her lingering looks. He may have the body of a man, but it still felt like she were dealing with a bratty little boy.
She wanted desperately to exert some level of control over this situation, but now that he was standing shirtless in her bedroom, she lost all her nerve. The act of inviting him here tonight had taken more courage than she knew she possessed. Now that they had arrived at this moment, her not being in control was a big part of what she needed from Adam right now. "How...how do you want me?"
She half-expected him to reply with some smartass inappropriate answer, but for once his bluntness was on point. "Take off your clothes and get on the bed."
As chilling as his words were, they were exactly what she had hoped to hear. Neither of them were children any longer. She very much hoped he would take advantage of the power she was giving him, and that meant giving him full access to her. To all of her. Without a word of protest, she shed her clothing and lay back on the bed. She did her best impression of a starfish. "Like this?" she asked, painfully aware of how open and exposed she must look to his eyes.
"Turn over."
Jenny was confused. For a moment she didn't move, so he twirled his finger to illustrate his point. She rolled onto her stomach, still questioning why he wouldn't want access to her tits and pussy when she was freely offering them to him. What game was this?
Before she could connect any dots in her head, he was on top of her. His athletic frame pressed down onto hers, trapping her beneath his weight and momentarily robbing her of breath. "Put your hands over your head," he ordered. Jenny found his commanding tone heating her up between her ears and between her legs. Yes, order me. Tie me. Take me. Use me. She did as she was told.
Adam looped a rope around her wrists. His hands moved with a practiced skill. He'd done this before. She might have been the first girl he ever tied twelve years ago, but from the speed and look of his rope work now, he'd been practicing quite a bit since then.
He stretched out the free end of the rope around her wrists and tied it off to one of the bedposts at the head of her bed. It all happened so quickly she failed to register the reality of what was taking place. Yesterday, Adam Fuller was the Boogey Man in her dreams. Today, he was tying her naked to her bed.
When her wrists were tied, he slid off her and grabbed both her ankles. He pulled her body down across the bed, hard. Hard enough to make her cry out from the pain in her wrists as her body hit the limit of how far she could be pulled. She felt him sitting on the backs of her legs, and another rope being tied tightly around her ankles, and then being stretched again as he tied that rope off to the opposite corner footboard bedpost. There was pain in both her wrists and ankles, but already it was subsiding as her muscles adjusted to the stretch. Still, she was as taut as a bow string, with her biceps pressed up against her head. "That's a little tight," she said.
Adam ignored her. She felt him shift his body a bit further down her legs, pressing her shins between his knees. She couldn't move much to begin with, but with him trapping her legs under his body and her ankles tied and stretched to their limits, from the knees down, she was completely immobile. Her feet were flat against the bed, her painted toes pointed towards the bedpost like she was a high-diver about to complete her dive. She couldn't see, but the soles of her feet must have been staring up at him like two bullseyes.
Without so much as a word of warning, Adam began to tickle her.
Why was she doing this? Why? That memory from twelve years ago haunted her like Casper the Unfriendly Ghost. All the anxieties she had felt that night had turned out to be unwarranted. She hadn't been teased at school after her classmates had found out how ridiculously ticklish she was. She had ended up going out with Ricky Fuller, her high school crush, even if it had been short-lived. Her relationship with Timmy MacDugal hadn't suffered any harm, and in fact, the times she babysat for him after that night had only gotten more fun as they added him tying her up and playfully tickling her as a regular activity. The only person she came away despising out of that night was Adam Fuller, the architect of the all the negativity from those memories. The very same Adam Fuller she had invited over tonight to unleash hell on her again because...why?
Seeing Adam this morning had caused all those unfounded anxieties to resurface. He had been the cause of the trauma. His was the face she saw when she lie awake, unable to sleep at night. He was the reason why every sexual encounter she'd ever had left her wanting...
And there it was. There was the truth of the matter, and god damn if that little shit hadn't known it before she did. She had been a kid, and he had been a little kid, but there had been nothing childlike about the torture he put her through. It had left it's mark on her. HE had left his mark on her. The way he had used her, like she hadn't been a person, but just a toy for him to play with. How she had begged for him to stop, and how he had refused to listen, as though her words meant nothing to him. As though she meant nothing to him. The way he had shown zero remorse after the fact. The way he still showed zero remorse even to this day.
It occurred to her that subconsciously, she had been craving that kind of treatment again ever since that night. She could not explain why. Perhaps a darkness lived inside her that desired to be used, callously and unfeelingly. At a pivotal point in her sexual development, when her hormones were raging and her libido was out of control, ten year old Adam Fuller had subjected her to a dose of sadism that had changed her brain chemistry forever. She'd spent the last twelve years harboring a simmering hatred towards that boy, and yet he was the one that lived rent free in her head precisely because of how terribly he'd abused her.
He was no longer a boy, and she was no longer a teenager confused and excited about exploring her sexuality. They were both very much adults in mind and body. What they did tonight could not be chalked up to misguided adolescence or youthful naivety. What they did tonight will done willfully, consensually, and with a full understanding of what was expected to happen.
A shudder ran down her spine even as her nipples stiffened. This was madness.
"Too late to back out now," she thought to herself, though any thoughts of backing out had no real foothold in her mind. For too long she had longed for another experience like the one from twelve years ago. That it would be the same perpetrator as last time could not be coincidence. For all Jenny knew, Adam Fully was the only person in the world who could give her what she craved.
There was a knock at her door. She exhaled one last time in the mirror to steel her courage and went to answer it.
As happened this morning at the diner, Jenny experienced a flood of emotions at seeing Adam standing in her doorway. Revulsion. Excitement. Contempt. Desire. It was no wonder that she felt her mouth go dry and at a loss for words as he stood waiting for some kind of acknowledgement.
With that same self-satisfied smirk, he brushed past her into her apartment. She noticed he was carrying a small bag. "Glad to see you gave me your real address. I half-thought I was gonna get punked when I got here." Jenny shut the door behind him, still not saying anything but following him with her eyes. She couldn't mentally decide how she was supposed to feel about him standing in her living room. Her indecision must have been written all over her face. "Still pretending you hate me?" he chuckled.
Him giving words to her confusion felt patronizing. Her face scrunched in a scowl. "Don't be an asshole," she finally said. Putting him in his place felt not just appropriate, but gave her a small measure of control over a situation that felt wildly out of control already.
"Bullshit," he said, deflating her balloon. "The only reason I'm here is because I'm an asshole." She opened her mouth to object and once again found no words coming out. Damn him. Why did he have to be so infuriatingly blunt? "So where are we doing this?" His eyes fell on her sofa, which did not have the same kind of open armrests as the one the MacDugal's had fortuitously chosen for their living room decades ago.
She pointed. "My bedroom," she said, but made no move towards it. "Did...did you want something to drink first?"
Adam chuckled in that way that he did that made her want to stab him in the throat. "Naw. This isn't a date. Let's do this." Without waiting for a response, he headed into her bedroom, rubbing his hands like a gymnast about to mount the pommel horse.
Jenny followed with half a mind to throw his arrogant ass out. It wouldn't satisfy the cravings that had been lingering within her for all of her adult life, but it would feel damned good to stick it to him for once. As she entered her bedroom, she found him shirtless and pulling lengths of rope from his bag. All thoughts of demanding he leave vanished in an instant.
Ricky Fuller had been a narcissist, but Jenny had crushed on him because of his handsome face, his athletic body, and his self-confidence. Twenty-two year old Adam Fuller possessed all of the same attributes of his older brother and then some. Where Ricky had been built more like a beefy linebacker, Adam was all wide receiver, long and lean without an ounce of body fat. Jenny couldn't take her eyes off his defined abdominal muscles...except to look at the rope he was measuring out between his hands. Her pussy twitched in anticipation.
Adam, ever the one to spoil an ounce of goodwill, made a point of posing like a douchebag to make his already sculpted frame look even more chiseled. "Like what you see?" he mugged. Jenny rolled her eyes and cursed herself for tipping her hand with her lingering looks. He may have the body of a man, but it still felt like she were dealing with a bratty little boy.
She wanted desperately to exert some level of control over this situation, but now that he was standing shirtless in her bedroom, she lost all her nerve. The act of inviting him here tonight had taken more courage than she knew she possessed. Now that they had arrived at this moment, her not being in control was a big part of what she needed from Adam right now. "How...how do you want me?"
She half-expected him to reply with some smartass inappropriate answer, but for once his bluntness was on point. "Take off your clothes and get on the bed."
As chilling as his words were, they were exactly what she had hoped to hear. Neither of them were children any longer. She very much hoped he would take advantage of the power she was giving him, and that meant giving him full access to her. To all of her. Without a word of protest, she shed her clothing and lay back on the bed. She did her best impression of a starfish. "Like this?" she asked, painfully aware of how open and exposed she must look to his eyes.
"Turn over."
Jenny was confused. For a moment she didn't move, so he twirled his finger to illustrate his point. She rolled onto her stomach, still questioning why he wouldn't want access to her tits and pussy when she was freely offering them to him. What game was this?
Before she could connect any dots in her head, he was on top of her. His athletic frame pressed down onto hers, trapping her beneath his weight and momentarily robbing her of breath. "Put your hands over your head," he ordered. Jenny found his commanding tone heating her up between her ears and between her legs. Yes, order me. Tie me. Take me. Use me. She did as she was told.
Adam looped a rope around her wrists. His hands moved with a practiced skill. He'd done this before. She might have been the first girl he ever tied twelve years ago, but from the speed and look of his rope work now, he'd been practicing quite a bit since then.
He stretched out the free end of the rope around her wrists and tied it off to one of the bedposts at the head of her bed. It all happened so quickly she failed to register the reality of what was taking place. Yesterday, Adam Fuller was the Boogey Man in her dreams. Today, he was tying her naked to her bed.
When her wrists were tied, he slid off her and grabbed both her ankles. He pulled her body down across the bed, hard. Hard enough to make her cry out from the pain in her wrists as her body hit the limit of how far she could be pulled. She felt him sitting on the backs of her legs, and another rope being tied tightly around her ankles, and then being stretched again as he tied that rope off to the opposite corner footboard bedpost. There was pain in both her wrists and ankles, but already it was subsiding as her muscles adjusted to the stretch. Still, she was as taut as a bow string, with her biceps pressed up against her head. "That's a little tight," she said.
Adam ignored her. She felt him shift his body a bit further down her legs, pressing her shins between his knees. She couldn't move much to begin with, but with him trapping her legs under his body and her ankles tied and stretched to their limits, from the knees down, she was completely immobile. Her feet were flat against the bed, her painted toes pointed towards the bedpost like she was a high-diver about to complete her dive. She couldn't see, but the soles of her feet must have been staring up at him like two bullseyes.
Without so much as a word of warning, Adam began to tickle her.
