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“Perfect,” he rasps. “You certainly are a female in heat. Now, use the Crisco. Oil up those curves,” he commands.
My hand trembles as I dip my fingers into the jar, but there’s nothing to do but obey. I smear the oil over my nipples, trying not to meet John’s eyes. Then I slick my fingers down my plush belly, before skimming over my thighs and calves.
“Don’t forget your cunt, sweetheart,” he sneers. “And your asshole too.”
Oh god, this is so humiliating, not to mention bizarre. But Bart and I need that money, so taking a deep breath, I dip my fingers into the Crisco again and slowly run one hand through my pussy, getting it good and lubed up, before reaching around to oil up my ass too. This doesn’t feel sexy, flirtatious, or exciting at all. Instead, I’m frigid and numb, like a robot going through the motions.
But John’s clearly excited. He’s practically bouncing in his trainers now, his brown hair flopping up and down.
“Okay, come outside, sweetheart,” he says. “I’ll blow the whistle and give you a five-minute head start. You take off running, and then I’ll hunt you down.”
“Oh?” I ask in a faint voice. “And then what?”
His expression becomes animalistic, almost unrecognizable with its bulging eyes and bared teeth.
“I thought we went through this already. I fuck you, of course,” he rasps. “We’ll save your precious virginity, don’t worry. An alpha male has his ways.”
Damn. I’m sure John’s “ways” mean pushing his fingers into my orifices, or maybe violating me with a branch or twig. Is that even legal? I shudder with dread, and my feet drag as he shepherds me outside. Sure enough, night has fallen, and the nursery is deserted. Even more astonishing, there’s a rolling green in back of the property, along with some prickly bushes, a maze of hedges, as well as tall trees forming a dense growth in the back.
“How big is this lawn?” I ask in a faint voice.
“Big enough,” John quips. Then he lifts a whistle to his mouth and blows a sharp TWEET! We’re off! I leap into motion, bounding over the grass as fast as I can in my bare feet. Tears stream down my cheeks because this is awful. I’m about to be taken and controlled by a man I hate, but if I want to survive, then I have to do this.
10
Bart
What the fuck is going on? No way did I believe that Christy was going to see a movie with her friend Vanessa because I’ve met Vanessa before, and that girl is a ho. If I’m not mistaken, that girl’s got the hots for older men, and I mean older by a lot. Not two decades, but rather three or even four.
As a result, I knew in my gut that Christy wasn’t headed to the theater. Besides, why was she wearing such a ridiculous outfit beneath her coat? The get-up was very Madonna in the 80’s, and not “I’m going to the movies with my girlfriend.”
As a result, I trailed the brat in my truck, and my heart sank when she pulled up to the Elliston Nursery. What the fuck? What was she doing here? Was she here to see Jet again?
With my heart in my throat, I skulked around the property, being sure to stay clear of the last remaining employees. As people left for the night, I managed to stay hidden behind a topiary display, and after the gate shut, I began roaming around, looking for Christy and that asshole, Jet.
I was just about to give up, when suddenly, who but my gorgeous stepdaughter exits a greenhouse, totally lush and nude while clutching herself from the cold. Even more weird, it looks like she’s completely oiled up. Her limbs are shiny and plump-looking, and even her pussy has a coat of heavy lube.
I’m about to call out, but then John Elliston emerges behind the sassy brat, his form tall and ominous. The fucker is dressed like a burglar in all black, with a beanie on his head and black sneakers. Then, before I realize what’s happening, he toots on a whistle, and Christy takes off over the lawn, her bare feet moving as fast as possible.
Wait a minute. What’s going on? Why does the nubile girl look like she’s running for her life? Meanwhile, John Elliston grins maliciously as he pulls out his cock, giving it a few stiff pumps. The fuck…? Then, he tucks himself back in and takes off running as well, obviously in hot pursuit of my lovely nymph.
Fuck this. It’s clear what John Elliston wants. He’s going to hunt down my beautiful girl before taking her every which way … and it’s up to me to stop him.
11
Christy
Ilurch through the brush, half-crying and half-laughing. This scenario is so fucked up that I don’t know what to do. I’m being chased in the nude by a deranged asshole who also happens to be my boss. He’s offered me a ton of money, but at this point, I wonder if it’s all been a huge mistake because no amount of cash is worth this.
But as I plunge through the underbrush, I can feel John Elliston drawing near. The air around me grows poisonous and dank, and I can literally hear his heavy footfalls behind me. The knowledge makes the hairs on my neck rise, and I let out a shrill shriek as something enormous crashes into my back, knocking me to the ground.
“Ahhhh!” I scream. “Ohh!”
“Yeah, I got you now!” Elliston chortles with glee, his big hands pawing at my breasts. One even slides down to caress between my thighs, and to my horror, he niggles my hole a bit.
“You’re ready, Christy,” he breathes, his eyes crazed. “Ready for a real man.”
I try to get away, but if anything, my desperate struggle only turns him on. Elliston pins me down easily, reaching down to pull his cock out with one hand. It’s small actually, and a sad purplish color that speaks to poor nutrition and advancing age. But John doesn’t seem bothered at all.
