0 comments/ 19345 views/ 0 favorites Prisoners of Their Own Device Ch. 01 By: Stardog Champion Huddled under the covers of her modest twin bed, Lana Templeton couldn't help but stare a hole in the alarm clock on the stand to her left. "Two- Fucking- Fourteen in the morning," she grumbled bitterly as the telltale sounds seeped into her bedroom from up the hall. "I have to listen to this in my own Goddamn trailer," the 47 year old woman spat at the ceiling, using every bit of grit and civility in her being to keep from storming up and killing the two lovers as the rhythmic squeaks of her living room sofa strained under the weight of the fornicating pair. "The Son-of-a-Bitch can have her and she can have him," Lana seethed, unable to keep the mental image of her Daughter fucking her live-in Boyfriend out of her mind. Forty-Seven years worth of hard living, hard drinking and hard drugs had steeled the twice divorced Mother of three for pretty much anything life had to offer. With her oldest Daughter long up and moved out after getting knocked up by a Marine and her only Son sitting in a Minnesota prison for the next seven years on grand larceny and weapons charges, Lana's only hope for a decent relationship with her offspring was with her youngest Daughter, 19 year old Angie. Lacking in the parenting skills department however, partly due to her own shattered childhood as well as her own adult dependency and indifference, Lana didn't do a very good job raising any of her kids. Butting heads with Angie from the moment the girl hit puberty, the teenager was passed like a hot potato between Lana and the girl's Father in Fargo until he found a new wife and kicked Angie back to Lana for good several years earlier. And for a while things seemed to be OK. One of the sad by-products however of living such dysfunctional lives is the need for drama is always constant. Even though Lana had done everything she could to kick her chemical dependencies, she still had a hard time saying 'no' to a down on his luck man with a twinkle in his eye. And to a woman who had been through as much as Lana, finding any semblance of a normal and nurturing relationship was next to impossible. Even if she had found a man who treated her like a Goddess, she would have been ill-equipped to deal with that. So even though Lana had done her best to keep the Crystal Meth, Pot and Bottle in her past, her taste in men continued to leave a lot to be desired, and continued to burden her days and nights. Which would explain why her boyfriend at the moment, a 44 year old man by the name of Pervis Tucker, was 30 feet down the hall, nailing her own Daughter on the living room sofa. "I could be dating a stockbroker or a preacher and he'd be doing the exact same thing," Lana rightly reasoned, but deep down she knew when she coupled with a man like Pervis, who was three months removed from a five year prison stay of his own, she couldn't expect too much from him, and in return, he didn't have to expect anything at all from her. Having met Pervis through the friend of a friend, like two parasites in need of a host, they instantly found themselves in each other's arms. Lana being the one with the job and the trailer, she eventually invited Pervis to move in with her and Angie. And now she didn't have the backbone to make him leave. Her anger pickling inside of her as she was forced to listen to the indignity of the two fucking in the other room, Lana swore on her Grandmother's grave she would rip each of their beating hearts from their chests if it continued. Lana knew the affair, if that's what you could call it, had been going on for at least a couple of weeks. From the stained clothing she found strewn across the floor on occasion to the discernable tension she felt between Pervis and Angie when the three were in the same room, it didn't take Lana long to figure out what has going on. For a while at least, Angie and Pervis only fooled around while Lana was at work or away from the trailer. Now the two were actually banging each other while they thought she was asleep in the bedroom. For whatever reason, Lana couldn't bring herself to be as angry at Angie. She had long given up any hope for the girl and with no expectations, come no disappointments. It was clear now Angie was just as much Lana's rival as her child. Lana had been Angie's age once and in a lot of ways had been put in many similar situations and she knew how a girl with little self esteem or ambition could easily fall for an older man offering a little money, some drugs or affection. Being angry at Pervis, on the other hand, was another matter entirely. Clean and sober for the first time since she was 13, Lana had made a serious commitment to making the second half of her life better than the first. And part of that commitment was trying to help others have a better life as well. That attempt at trying to deliver saving grace with a person like Pervis Tucker would prove to be a waste of time, energy and effort. Just as quickly as she had put a roof over his head and food in his belly, he had stopped any sexual contact with her and was now eagerly plowing her Daughter every chance he got. Listening with horrid and sick helplessness as the sounds of Pervis and Angie's bodies colliding filtered back to the bedroom, Lana steeled herself, trying to maintain the same level of anger in her soul when Pervis finally finished what he was doing in the living room and came to bed. "I'm gonna kick the shit out of him and then I'm gonna cut his dick off," Lana swore, grinding her teeth roughly when she heard Pervis groan out his release from up the hall. "Quiet...Mom will hear us," Lana was sure she could hear her Daughter gasp as Pervis shot his cum deep inside her 19 year old cunt. "Too late for that you little ungrateful Bitch," Lana bristled to herself before rolling over to her side, with her back facing the door, to pretend she was asleep before her drunken and spent boyfriend staggered towards the bedroom. "You've got to deal with this...somehow Lana...you've got to deal with this," she told herself as Pervis' heavy and disjointed footsteps approached. * * * * * Her back turned towards the half closed bedroom door, Lana was thankfully sparred the undignified sight of Pervis walking into the room, clad only in a pair of stained boxers, his half limp, greasy and used cock dangling obscenely from the slit in front. "The second he lays down...I'm gonna choke the Sonofabitch to death," Lana told herself even though she could feel her resolve trickling away. And unfortunately, her resolve wasn't the only thing slipping away. One of the dreadful things Lana had discovered over the years about how her psyche and physiology were intertwined was the way she would become strangely aroused whenever she became angry. While it was masochistic, it was also undeniable. Even though her blood continued to boil over Pervis and Angie's blatant disregard of decency, Lana squirmed anxiously on the bed, unable to ignore the fact that her vagina had gradually turned to a pool of molten froth as she listened to things unfold minutes earlier. "It's been a month since the Asshole has even touched me...That must have been about the time he started fucking her," Lana lamented, the whole time squeezing her thighs together tightly to quell the shameful glow itching inside of her. Recoiling her body when she felt Pervis' weight collapse on the bed, Lana's stomach rolled with pitiful self-loathing when she felt her shoulders begin to turn to face her unwitting boyfriend. "God...you can even smell the whisky on his breath," Lana groaned, cataloging the other unmistakable scent wafting off his body as well, the aroma of freshly completed sex. "You could kill him right now and be done with it...you'd spend the rest of your life in jail but at least you'd go with a clear conscience," Lana's primal inner voice urged. In the end however, Lana's desire betrayed her, allowing her to succumb to the same temptation, weakness and frailty she had fought so hard to overcome. Perching herself up on her left arm as she stared down blankly at Pervis' sprawled frame, Lana used her right hand to hastily rip off her panties before snuggling her liquefied crotch all the way up against his thigh. "I'm not going to let my fuckin' Daughter have her way...she ain't shit...I'm gonna show him what a real woman is like in bed," Lana defiantly grumbled before lifting her right leg into the air in an attempt to straddle her boyfriend's dozing carcass. Positioning her heavy thighs in an inverted V above Pervis' waist, Lana looked down through the darkness and watched the way his sleeping face twitched to life when he felt her substantial weight on top of him. "What...what the Hell are you doing?" he groaned, making several failed attempts at tossing her aside. "I'm gonna show you what a real fuck is like," Lana immediately spat as she fumbled for the damp and rubbery appendage hiding inside the opening of Pervis' boxers. Desperately trying to massage the slippery tube of flesh to hardness as she grinded on top of Pervis' crotch, Lana did her best to ignore the fact that it was Angie's vaginal secretions coating its limpness. "Get hard you Fucking Asshole," Lana growled, anger now welling in her eyes as she rocked up and down on the mattress. Feverishly working her searing crotch like a hammer against Pervis' loins, the noisy squeaking of the bedsprings finally ceased when Lana's exhausted body gave out. In the silence of the bedroom, Lana could hear her boyfriend snoring below. Dropping her chin against her chest, in essence bowing in defeat to everything big and small that was crashing down on her, Lana collapsed to her left, into a spent heap on her side of the mattress before turning her back towards Pervis once again and burying her face into a pillow. "Somehow this has got to stop...I've got to do something," she cried over and over, in her own tortured mind once again vacillating between inaction, suicide and murder. * * * * * Several days after the indignity suffered in her own bed, Lana continued to walk around like a zombie, liquored up and numb to everything around her. She had confronted Pervis the next day about what was happening between him and Angie and had surprised herself somewhat in her ability to lay down the law and kick him out of her trailer. It wasn't easy however, she still had the black eye and bruises on her arms to prove it, but after the neighbors called the police and they aided in Pervis' removal, Lana had the solitude she thought she was craving. The fact that Angie hadn't came home either the first two nights after she kicked Pervis out further reinforced the decision she had made. It didn't take long though for Lana to start feeling guilty about the whole thing and the loneliness and self pity quickly engulfed her. On the wagon for nearly a year, it didn't take long for her to find the bottle of Tequila she had hidden in the cabinet for a time such as this. For the next two days, Lana lost herself in a drunken haze, holding on to the only life preserver she could find as her personal life swirled around the drain. There had been a message on the answering machine each of the two days of her binge from her job, inquiring as to why she hadn't made it to work and on the third day, a threat of dismissal. While menial jobs such as that were a dime a dozen, Lana had built up nearly six months worth of goodwill and she knew in her present condition she wouldn't knock anyone's socks off at a job interview, so she decided to drag herself off the floor (literally), and go collect her paycheck. * * * * * Arriving at the Motel 6 along Interstate 35 a little before 8 the next morning, wearing makeup for the first time since she could remember to cleverly conceal her lack of sleep as well as the gradually fading facial bruises left by Pervis, Lana clocked in and waited for the previous night's guests to slowly filter away so she could clean the rooms for that night's arrivals. It certainly wasn't a glamorous job and it wasn't going to make Lana rich, but it did provide enough income to make her trailer payment and sustain her two pack a day cigarette habit. The job itself was a boring a monotonous routine. Punch in, gossip some with the other women working there, at least the ones that spoke English, clean some, steal a cigarette break or two, clean some more and punch out. Most of the motel's guests were travelers passing through Duluth on business or vacationers heading to Lake Superior for some Summer fun. There was naturally the occasional local shacked up in a room with someone they shouldn't be and Lana had seen enough over her brief stint there to make a living at blackmail if she really had to. Every once in a while she had made the mistake of entering a room before the guest had checked out, and even though there had been an awkward moment or two, Lana had never stumbled upon anyone 'naked or engaged in a compromising position. That changed 20 minutes into her shift that morning. Cleaning nearly 30 rooms a day, 5 days a week for nearly a half a year, the routine had become quite mundane for Lana. Push the cleaning cart up to the room, swipe the master key through the lock, walk in, survey the damage left from the night before, look for any valuables left behind and clean it up for the next night's guests. Without thinking twice, Lana unlocked the door to room 146 and began to push her cart inside. Instantly, a glass shattering shriek escaped from Lana's lips when she saw a man's naked body on the bed. "OH MY GOD...HE"S... DEAD," she stammered through the hand covering her mouth. * * * * * The man most certainly was not dead, just sleeping soundly. Having left Green Bay a day earlier on a business trip to Winnepeg, 38 year old Glenn Orbaugh had pulled off the highway at 2 that morning to get a little shut eye, knowing he still had a full day's drive into Canada ahead of him. Dead to the world when the cleaning lady stumbled into his room, Glenn would have probably slept right through it if Lana hadn't shrieked and then rocked up against her cleaning cart when she saw him there. Opening his eyes slowly, briefly having to remind himself just where he was, Glenn could see Lana's fuzzy outline standing in the doorway as he lifted his heavy head from the pillow. A moment later he realized he was completely naked on top of the strewn sheets. * * * * * Like a person that dreams that they've woke up, showered and gotten dressed after hearing their alarm clock go off, only to find out they're still warmly tucked under the covers, Lana stood there, frozen like a statue, thinking she had politely pulled her cleaning cart out of the room and closed the door behind her. She didn't snap back to reality until the naked gentleman on the bed locked eyes with her. The rest of her body paralyzed, Lana's eyes fluttered crazily back and forth as the man's aroused cock twitched and bobbed when he shifted his weight. "I've got to get out of here...I've got to..." Lana inner voice babbled. Not that the sight of a naked man intimidated her. With the litany of experiences she had been party to over the past four decades, she had, in all likelihood, seen more naked men than many urologists. But even she had to admit it was slightly unsettling to just stumble upon one. Squeezing her fists tight as she fought to turn her eyes away from the bed, Lana finally bowed her head and began to retreat. The words, "I'm... so...sor..." trickled from Lana's lips before the drowsy man on the bed interrupted. "No...don't go..." Glenn muttered, still sweeping the sleepiness from his eyes. For a few moments Glen too thought he was dreaming. A frequent traveler, he spent upwards of 50 nights a year on the road, and like any red blooded male, he had always fantasized about having a meaningless and quick tryst with one of the maids. Still with only a vague image of Lana, Glen rubbed his eyes again until her features began to come into view. She was heavyset and her figure certainly wasn't enhanced by the violet colored, polyester uniform she was wearing. While most of the hotel help Glen encountered in his travels had been Hispanic or Filipino, he could see that Lana was white, and from her complexion, most certainly a local. Glen's steadily widening eyes repeatedly scanned the maid's heaving bosom as she continued to stand just inside the doorway, staring blankly at the painfully throbbing girth jutting up from his groin. "You're married Glen," he halfheartedly reminded himself. "You haven't cheated on your wife...well... for at least the last three years. Just toss the covers back over you and she'll leave." Like a hypnotist with his subject put under however, Glen trembled with awakened arousal at the way Lana's brown eyes seemed to flutter each time he lazily traced his hand around the shaft of his cock. "My Wife hasn't given a damn about my morning wood in years," he groused, noting the glazed look of need and attention in the maid's face. "Get in here and close the door," Glen mumbled calmly. Lana didn't budge. Feeling the heat of the older woman's gaze continue to weigh on his groin, Glen felt a virile rush shoot through his body. Darting up from the bed, with the same cat quickness of his forgotten youth, Glen slipped past Lana and grabbed the edge of the door. "...I said...close the door," he once again demanded, this time whispering it into the maid's ear before gently easing the door shut. "But my cart...someone will see my cart out there," Lana protested. "Don't worry about it...this wont take long," Glen quickly interrupted before taking his first unfettered look at the woman beside him. Nothing like his dainty, prim and all too proper wife, Lana was a big boned and thick woman for her five foot six inch frame. While she had rounded, doe-like features, the lines on her face and the way she slumped slightly when she stood, Glen could tell she had lived a hard life. Grabbing her by the right arm with his left hand, Glen could see the maid's eyes focus on his wedding band. "You're married," she blankly muttered with a tone of stoic disinterest. "Yep...Yes I am," Glen admitted, noting the lack of a ring on Lana's clenched fingers even though he could clearly tell she was involved with someone from the bruised eye she was trying to conceal beneath a layer of makeup. Without probing the morality of the situation any further, Glen eased away from the door and pulled Lana towards the bed. Wanting to get on with it before the fragile moment was lost, Glen slipped backwards and sat on the edge of the crumpled sheets before widening his feet on the floor to bracket the befuddled woman between his legs. Looking up, he could read the name embroidered on Lana's uniform, but wanting to keep things as impersonal as possible, he simply looked deep into her eyes and told her to open her hand. Inhaling a hearty dose of Lana's cheap perfume each time he took a deep breath, Glen hungrily rolled his tongue around his mouth as he stared directly at the swells of the woman's ample bosom. Pulling Lana to him by her wrist when he sensed her fingers beginning to extend, Glen closed his grip around hers until they were pumping his turgid manhood in unison. " AHHH...Good," Glen groaned appreciatively when he felt Lara's palm gently constrict around his cock. "Damn...you know you wont be able to hold out for long once she gets going...better get this on the fast track quick," Glen internally knew. Before he could nudge Lana down to the floor however, the older woman, well versed in the subtle etiquette of illicit and anonymous sex, slowly lowered to her knees and took her place between Glen's feet. "OH...SHIT...YES!" Glen belched, his voice trembling as he watched the maid's chubby, blush caked cheeks press down on his pulsing crotch. Prisoners of Their Own Device Ch. 01 Keeping his left hand tightly wedged on the far side of the bed to balance himself, Glen used his right to massage the top of Lana's now churning head. "OHHH...FUCK," Glen gasped over and over, finally rocking his head backwards as if it were on a swivel when the sensations of Lana's tongue on his dick became too much to take. Forcing his head forward after a few moments so he could eagerly watch the way Lana went about her lurid chore, Glen could barely keep his hips from rocking up and down on the mattress at the way the head of his blunt, fleshy spear obscenely poked out the corners of Lana's cheeks each time she slurped down on it. "Unbutton your top...let me see your tits," Glen haphazardly demanded, invigorated by the way the woman seemed to wallow joyously in the paces he was putting her through. Spreading his knees apart further, Glen watched anxiously as Lana reached up and began to unbutton the front of her uniform, without even removing his dick from her mouth. "Damn those are nice," he nearly laughed as each of the rotund mounds came into view, sheathed like two beautiful, shivering animals inside the restraints of her white bra's cups. "Stand up...stand up," Glen suddenly chirped before slipping his cock from Lana's lips and scooting clumsily up to the center of the bed. "Get up here," he continued, taking the saliva drenched length of his prick into his hand and jacking it off steadily as the maid at the foot of the bed struggled to crawl on top of the mattress. Reaching forward with his free hand to push Lana's unbuttoned top apart, Glen eagerly groped at her exposed breasts until both of the woman's rubbery nipples were poking through the fabric of her sturdy bra. Slipping slightly to his right so Lana could lay down beside him, before he could even get settled again, the wanton maid had clamped her lips like a vacuum around his jock once again. Tensing as if his body were a guitar string being tightened, Glen bucked and quivered until he was awkwardly humping Lana's mouth with his groin. The gentle, warm weight of Lana's bosom now resting on the inside of his left thigh, Glen reached down and massaged his balls with his right hand while he forced the maid's head further down on his crotch with the other. Building the rhythm of his facial thrusts for a good five minutes, Glen felt his spin shiver at the way Lana had reached into her own pants and was frantically fingering herself as she continued her deliberate, sucking pace. "OOOHHHHH...GAAWWDDD...YYEESSSSSSSS," he hissed and twisted an instant later, savoring the selfishly splendid sensation of his scalding seed shooting straight down the maid's churning throat. * * * * * "DAMN THAT WAS GOOD," Glen moaned out loud once he was able to catch his breath, before an undefined measure of guilt slowly crept over his naked soul. In the moments following his selfish escapade, Glen collapsed back on the bed and listened to his heart gradually ticker down inside his bare chest. He couldn't help but look down at Lana as she began to straighten herself up, and felt a gnawing sense of shame billow in his craw. "Good God Glen...she's just an old frazzled woman who was just doing her job this morning...she probably has kids...a family...and you treated her just like a common slut...like a common whore," he lamented. "But Damn," the void inside his conscience piped in as he watched the way Lana continued to eye his slowly deflating shaft. "Just look at the way she gulped down every last drop of your cum...without a qualm...and if you said so...she'd get it hard and suck it again!" Allowing the wonderful torrent of sexual release to run its course, Glen couldn't help but wonder why his wife wasn't a ravenous as the shameless maid who now dabbed at the glistening jism remaining on her lips and chin. And suddenly he saw the woman in a strange, new light. "So...how did you get that black eye?" Glen finally asked, for the first time acknowledging Lana as more than a mere sexual object. Lana, startled both by her own wantonness and being with a man who was actually aroused to the point of release by her and then showed some real concern for her as a person, looked up at Glen and saw the hint of burgeoning care in his eyes. Then she told him her story... To Be Continued... Prisoners of Their Own Device Ch. 02 Alone in her trailer, a full month removed from her serendipitous soiree with Glen at the motel, Lana sat on her tattered and worn sofa, dreading the impending result of the wheels they had put into motion after having sex that morning. Invigorated, at the time, by a man who was willing to show her some attention, sexual and otherwise, Lana had poured her soul out to the married businessman. At some point during their private conversation, Glen had half jokingly blurted out an idea that summed up everything Lana had been holding inside for years, but was too afraid and incapable of acting on alone. Now as she sat there a month later, knowing Glen was speeding towards Duluth to put their plan into action, Lana's squirmed on the couch then paced the floor over and over, struggling with the reality of what was about to happen. The month following her encounter with Glen had been anything but easy. Having kicked Pervis to the curb, Lana was left with a gaping void of emptiness in her life and after a week or so, she found herself roaming the bars at night and hanging out at some of his familiar haunts to try and reconcile. Having made the connection with Glen, a passion long bottled up inside of Lana had been uncorked and now she didn't have anyone to share it with. When she finally did run into Pervis, with her hormones severely on edge, she had disgusted herself by how easily she allowed him back into her life. She would just have to tell Glen that she had changed her mind about their plan. While she knew Pervis was having a difficult time finding a place to live, which would explain why he came back to her with his tail seemingly between his legs, she soon sensed something deeper at work in his initial goodwill towards her. After a few days back together, Lana began to hear the grumblings from some of her friends that her daughter, Angie, was pregnant from her affair with Pervis and that he didn't want to have anything to do with her as a result. When she confronted him with the rumor, Pervis didn't deny it so much as laugh it off, which left Lana right back where she started. All the old wounds with Pervis now re-opened, Lana decided to call Glen to discuss what they had talked about weeks earlier. Torched on tequila as she talked on the phone with him for nearly 30 minutes, Lana hemmed and hawed, changing her mind several times before Glen finally pressed her for a decision. "This is a pretty big step Lana... tell me now... do you really want to go through with this or not?" He calmly demanded. "... Yes," Lana mumbled with renewed determination. "I'll be coming through Duluth on the 10th... can you handle everything on your end?" Glen asked with a tone of chilling formality. "... Yes... Yes I think so," Lana replied, her hand shaking so noticeably she could barely hold the receiver. "Then it's done, I'll see you in a few days," he added before saying goodbye. * * * * * So as she sat there on the sofa, waiting for Glen's inevitable call with confirmation that he had arrived in town, Lana struggled mightily with the guilt and certain consequences over what they was about to do. "Wouldn't it have been just as easy to tell Pervis to get out of your life so you could move on?" Lana's inner rationale begged, even though the vengeful and shattered part of her psyche, the one that absorbed and committed to memory every physical blow, callous word and perceived slight of the past 47 years, told her "No... this is your one chance to heal all those scars Lana... and your one chance to start inflicting some of your own!" "I just can't go through with this though," Lana would mutter to herself when she stood up to pace the floor, changing her mind each time she got to the other end of her cozy and cramped living room, only to change it again when she started walking back the other way. Finally, the phone rang. "Hello," she whispered, knowing who it was from the number on the ID. "I'm about 10 minutes from town... everything on track from your end?" Glen asked, the nervousness and anticipation of their impending action clear in his voice as well. "... Yeah... " Lana replied after a breathless pause. "I talked to Pervis earlier this afternoon... told him to come by the trailer around 10 tonight... that I wanted to make amends for everything I've put him through the last few weeks." "Good," Glen quickly interjected. "That should give us a half hour or so to set things up before he gets there... I've got to make one quick stop in town before I come over... to set up what we talked about last time... then I'll be there... last chance Lana... once we set this thing in motion there are no second chances?" "... I know," Lana agreed. "I'll see you in a few minutes," Glen said before hanging up. Taking a deep breath after hanging up the phone, Lana resumed pacing the floor of her claustrophobic living space, wondering for a moment what it would look like after the night's festivities played out. While her and Glen's original plan had been outrageous enough on its own, Lana recoiled when he came up with the added suggestion, the one he was in the process of setting up on his way over to meet her. Knowing her relationship with Pervis would be ruined in a few short hours, she couldn't help but wonder just what effect the final part of Glen's plan would have on the rest of Pervis' life. "The Son-of-a-Bitch deserves everything he gets," Lana's tortured inner voice cackled. "But you have to be strong enough to go through with this!" * * * * * Lana's already pounding heart did a summersault into her throat when she heard the gravel grinding in her driveway under the weight of an approaching car. "He's here," she shuddered, dashing across the room to peek through the curtain at Glen easing his car into park. Feeling a cold chill tingle down her spine when she saw the two shadowy figures sitting in the front seat, Lana went to the door and waited to let Glen in. "Oh my God... he's really gonna go through with this," She mouthed over and over as Glen's footsteps eased up the walkway. Once inside, like a general entering a theatre of battle for the first time, Glen surveyed the cramped and poorly lit surroundings. "We might end up tearing this whole place apart tonight," he thought to himself. Lana, on the other hand, couldn't peel her eyes off of Glen as she stood in place. "You've only spent 25 minutes with this man... and this is the first time you've even seen him with his clothes on... and you've gone and let him talk you into the most despicable thing you've ever done," Lana conscience raked her over the coals as she stood there silently. "What if this goes wrong... what if this goes horribly wrong... we could all end up dead!" Finally, the two locked eyes. "We're gonna do this," Glen nodded his head with reserved confidence. "What time did you say he's supposed to get here?" "10," Lana quickly chirped, still wringing her hands nervously even though she felt a warm swell of sanctuary in Glen's presence. The next hour seemed to last a lifetime. The two made only a minimum amount of small talk as they alternated their glances between the clock, the front window and each other. Part of Lana desperately wanted to broach the subject of the stranger Glen still had waiting out in his car, but was hesitant to do so knowing she might lose her nerve at the last moment if she was forced to discuss that part of the plan. So she simply sat beside him on the sofa, quiet as a church mouse until the sound Pervis' car caused both to stir into action. "He's gonna wonder about the strange car out there," Lana warned. "Too late now... Let's roll," Glen replied before taking his place behind Lana's back. "God help us," Lana muttered under her breath as she kept her eyes trained like a magnet on the front door, waiting for her unsuspecting boyfriend to enter. * * * * * The next 30 seconds went by in a maddening and furious rush. Crouched behind Lana's paralyzed body as a drunk, high and more than horny Pervis strutted up the walk, Glen guided his right forearm around Lana's neck and began squeezing it tight when he saw the door begin to open. "Now," Glen hissed into her ear. "UURRGHHH... HELP," Lana blurted with real conviction, squirming and twisting away from Glen as if her life depended on it. Stunned by what he saw before he could even take a step inside, Pervis gulped and found what last bit of sobriety he had before bursting through the doorway. Letting Lana go and pushing her aside when he saw his male rival approach, Glen braced himself for the slightly smaller man's charge. The two tussled and scrapped for nearly 20 seconds before Glen started to get a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. "What a great fucking time for her to chicken out," Glen dreadfully thought, doing his best to keep the flailing man at bay in hopes that Lana would finally move in and follow through with her end of the bargain. "GGGRRRRRRR," the two men growled, sounding like a pair of out of shape bears locked in a life or death struggle until Pervis' body inexplicably lurched backwards. "Thank... God," Glen mouthed before taking a step back to avoid the drunken man's aimless flails and kicks. "GGRR... GGRR... AAHHHGGRRR," Pervis groveled, still unable to process just what had happened. "I'll get his hands," Glen spat before lurching forward, in the process stealing a quick peek into Lana's eyes to measure her resolve as she fiendishly held on to her boyfriend's neck with one of his very own leather belts. "OK... OK... I got his hands," Glen bristled. "Let's get him tied up and go from there." Continuing to twist and squirm as if he was about to the thrown overboard on a ship, Pervis failed to fend off the dual attack and before he knew it, his arms had been raised high into the air and he found himself latched to a support beam in the trailer's ceiling, with his feet bound at the ankles on the floor. For the better part of a minute, Lana and Glen stood side by side, staring at Pervis' strained and disbelieving face. Their clothes wrinkled from the tussle, they stood there silently with a look of intense awe. His liquored up brain spinning unmercifully, Pervis began to feel his shoulders burn at the same time his legs were each going numb. Part of him was still holding out hope that it was all a big practical joke on Lana's part, but the more he looked into her and the male stranger's eyes, the unsettling reality of what had befallen him began to set in. "What the fuck are you doing?" Pervis begged, before Glen reached forward and placed a handkerchief in his slackjawed mouth. "We got him... now what do we do with him?" Lana wondered aloud, with a far away tone in her lazy Midwestern drawl. "... Whatever we want," Glen replied after a very long pause. * * * * * His hands bound directly above his head and his feet cropped to the floor, even if Pervis had been completely sober and coherent he would have had a difficult time resisting whatever was awaiting him. His entire face beet red from a combination of anger, disorientation and helplessness, Pervis twisted like a worm on a hook as Glen approached. Without so much a word of warning, Glen unsnapped Pervis' jeans and yanked them, along with his underwear, all the way to the floor. A blistering gulp seeped free from Lana's throat when she saw her boyfriend's genitals come into view. Stepping back beside Lana to inspect Pervis' full frontal nudity, Glen momentarily locked eyes with her, sharing a spark of recognition of the power they had obtained. "Didn't you tell me Lana about Pervis spending some time in prison?" Glen asked in a tone meant more for her boyfriend's ears. Knowing it was too late to turn back, Lana nodded her head to Glen's question. "So Pervis," Glen ruthlessly continued, in a arrogant and cocky voice he barely recognized as his own. "With a little dick like that... you definitely had to be somebody's Bitch while you were locked up... Huh... I mean if it was any smaller... you'd look just like a woman down there." Taking a step back when he felt the anger flushing from each of Pervis' pores, Glen slowly unzipped his own fly and allowed his semi-hard prick to dangle free. "Lana... get on your knees and show your pathetic pantywaist excuse of a boyfriend what it looks like to suck a real cock," he brazenly demanded, keeping his eyes locked on the chasm of Pervis' dilated pupils. His adrenaline surging when he saw the way Pervis' eyes flared as Lana slowly dropped to her knees, Glen pumped his cock several times with his right hand before depositing its meaty head on top of her puckered lips. "YEEESSS," Glen hissed, a wolfish smile spreading across his face as he began to swivel his hips in slow, methodical circles. Allowing Lana to coat the length of his penis with her warm saliva, Glen softly rubbed his fingers through her curly auburn hair. "What do you think Big Guy?" Glen mocked. "Looks like she likes sucking a REAL cock don't it?" Slipping his cell phone from his pant's pocket while Lana continued giving him head, Glen nonchalantly pressed the seven digits with his thumb before raising it to his ear. "Yeah... it's time... just come in the front," he calmly breathed into the phone before hitting end and slipping it back into his Dockers. Easing her distended mouth from Glen's cock when she heard him make the call, Lana twisted her neck and adjusted her knees slightly so she could watch the door. * * * * * Having to breath through his nose because his mouth was stuffed with the handkerchief, Pervis started to go lightheaded as he followed Glen and Lana's gazes towards the trailer's front door. The heavy clap of footsteps echoed up the porch until all three people in the room held their collective breath when the knob began to turn. "What the fuck," Pervis gurgled into his cotton mouthpiece when the door swung open. The girth of his cock jerking and flinching upwards in front of Lana's face from the arousal and anticipation of the moment, Glen reached down and gently caressed the older woman on the cheek when the stranger walked inside. "Come in," Glen smiled to the bare-chested young man. "Say Hi to Lana... this is her trailer," Glen continued. "And this... this is Lana's boyfriend Pervis... and he... he is the reason you're here." "Hi... I'm Chris," the relatively short but very well sculpted male prostitute replied before turning his attention to Pervis and trying to determine just what was going on with the oddly configured trio. "Plenty of whacked people in this fucked up world," the 21-year-old part-time college student thought to himself as he sized up the tied and bound older man. "Don't fucking worry about it," his conscience reminded him. "You've got 200 dollars in your pocket and a job to do!" "Let's take it slow, Chris... just like we talked about on the way over," Glen spoke up. "Don't worry," the masculine hired hand replied. "We've got all night." As with most of the Dom/sub situations he was brought into, Chris assumed the man whose hands were tied to the ceiling was, in essence, running the show. So he proceeded as he had been told. "Pervis... that's you name... right?" Chris lazily inquired. "So Pervis... these folks tell me you did a little time in the slammer awhile back... and that you might have done a few thing while you were in there that you might not be that proud of... is that true?" the strapping youngster continued to taunt before reaching his right hand behind Pervis' back and clasping it around his naked ass. "AHHH... Look at you twist you Sonofabitch... I think I struck a nerve," the male escort crudely noted before casting a quick, satisfied and controlling grin over to Lana and Glen. "UMM... HUMMM," the shirtless stud leaned forward and groaned into Pervis' ear, the bristles of his dark brown mustache tickling the side of the older man's neck as he nuzzled closer. "That asshole Pervis... it doesn't exactly feel cherry." A gathering sexual storm churned inside Chris' loins as Pervis tensed and flinched angrily beside him. "Think we ought to take the gag out of his mouth?" the young stud wondered aloud. "You know... just to see what he has to say?" "I don't see why not," Glen replied, looking straight into the abyss of Pervis' blistering gaze. "The door is locked... besides... if he was to yell for help... you think he really wants anyone finding him in this condition?" "One other thing before you take that out of his mouth... I brought my video camera along to capture some of the evening... I'm sure you'd hate for any of the video to be passed around town... wouldn't you Perv ol' boy," Glen added before waving his hand for Chris to remove the handkerchief. "UURRGGHH... AAHHHHH," Lana's boyfriend coughed and spat when he was finally able to breath through his mouth again. "Get... away... from... me," Pervis clumsily stammered. "OH... you don't like it when I do... this," Chris quickly interrupted, causing the drunken man to look like he had been shot when he slipped his index finger into Pervis' rubbery anus. Swirling his wrist in a steady circle, Chris could feel the angst, anger and embarrassment sweat from Pervis' restrained body. "Look at those knees getting weak," Chris once again taunted the crippled, older man. "And I'm barely even touching you." Sure enough, it appeared Pervis' legs were turning to mush before everyone's eyes. The male prostitute spent the next minute grinding his finger deeper into Pervis' darkest regions until he was sure he could see a tear of acceptance and surrender welling in the man's clenched eyes. "I'll fucking... kill you... I swear... I'll... kill... you," Pervis tried to mumble before Chris interrupted again. "You mean before... or after... you get rid of that little hard-on you got," he cruelly noted, watching with Lana and Glen the way Pervis' puny cock had began to stir upwards from the wrenching anal probe. "Just look at that thing grow," Chris continued to laugh at the same time he raised his free hand to the front of Pervis' chest. Softly tracing his fingertips down the buttons of Pervis' shirt, Chris lowered the palm of his hand until he was tenderly cuddling the stoned man's aroused member. Keeping his right index finger embedded inside Pervis rectum as he lazily played with his guilty erection, Chris looked over at Lana and winked. "I think he's ready for the little thing I brought along," Chris nodded in her direction. "You think my finger feels good in there... just wait... you ain't seen nothin' yet... just watch what your girlfriend pulls out of that bag," Chris whispered into Pervis' blood red ear. Pervis froze when he watched Lana pull her hand free from the brown bag Chris had brought with him. "Lookie there," Glen beamed, watching with everyone else as Lana pulled a 10 inch plastic dildo from the bag. "Bring it over here," Chris gestured, making sure he kept his finger deep in Pervis' sphincter until he was ready to replace it with what Lana held in her hand. "Dear God forgive me," Lana muttered under her breath before taking several steps forward and handing the young gay stud the imposing rubber phallus. Bowing her head when she felt Pervis' vengeful stare burning her flesh, Lana's insides squirmed as she handed Chris the package, unable to fathom her own depravity in doing this to a man she had told several times she loved. Handing Chris the dildo as if it were a baton, Lana quickly ducked backwards to her sanctuary beside Glen. "You're really gonna like this," the gay gigolo whispered to Pervis before softly rubbing the head of the plastic phallus across each of the helpless man's cheeks, down the left side of his neck, in a crisscross pattern across his chest until he guided it down to Pervis' exposed groin. Prisoners of Their Own Device Ch. 02 "Not quite the same size, huh," Chris aptly noted, comparing the forearm like girth of the life-like dildo to Pervis' own throbbing but modest endowment. Ratcheting the pressure of his deeply embedded index finger one last time, Chris nearly jerked Pervis' feet off the floor from the force of the gesture. "YYEEAAHH... I think you're ready... you might wanna close your eyes though... and bite your lip... this might pinch a little," Chris warned before easing the dildo behind Pervis' back. Lana and Glen's eyes each bugged out noticeably with anticipation as the man they hired replaced his finger with the blunt, nearly foot long appendage. "URRGGHHHHRRAAHHRRGGG," Pervis' manly voice ricocheted through the room when he felt the unforgiving push of the plastic cock penetrate his anus. * * * * * For Pervis, the only defense mechanism he had left at his disposal was one he hadn't used since his days in prison. Unable to muster the courage now to look at the tormenting young man to his left, the one that had just snaked a frighteningly huge dildo into his ass, all Pervis could do was stare aimlessly forward with his head bowed. The alcohol and weed in his system thankfully providing a slight numbing effect, Pervis couldn't help reverting back to his days of incarceration when the appendage burrowing deep into his anus was much more alive and real. "I'LL GET THEM... I'LL GET THEM..." Pervis internally repeated in a sustained mantra, the same way he did during his prison stay, even though the little red light on the video camera Glen had brought pointed straight at him, seeming to mock him more and more with each passing moment, making him realize just how impotent he would have been at revenge if he was so inclined. Grinding his teeth together and tensing his hips each time the shirtless male prostitute shoved another inch of the dildo into his behind, Pervis cringed, unable to avoid the sight of Glen pawing at Lana in front of him. "Take the Bitch... you can have her," he mumbled under his breath, much more concerned now about the way his own intestines were being violated. * * * * * And 'take the Bitch', Glen did. Deviously aroused by the way he and Lara's plan had come together, Glen slipped behind the seemingly hypnotized older woman and guided his hands around Lana's waist to unsnap her tight blue jeans. Startled for the moment when she felt the constriction ease around her waist, Lana trembled backwards against Glen's chest as he unzipped her pants. Unable to detach her eyes from the sight of the gay stud sliding the dildo between Pervis' asscheeks, Lana stood there motionless, allowing Glen to peel her jeans down to her feet. Knowing instinctively what Glen had in mind, Lana held her breath as her serendipitous lover then worked his hands up to her chest. "I'm gonna fuck you right in front of him," Glen whispered into her ear at the same time he began greedily kneading her ample endowment. "OOHHH," Lana quaked, grinding her hips against Glen's throbbing groin as he snaked his fingers under the top button of her western style shirt. Twenty seconds later, Lana felt Glen ease the unbuttoned shirt off her shoulders, leaving her standing in the center of the room, in nothing but her bra and panties. Defiantly pressing his right hand down on the front of Lana's silky white underwear, Glen worked his fingers into the saturated fabric until the outline of Lana's swollen vaginal lips were clearly visible. "Go ahead and get your panties off," Glen nuzzled into Lana's ear, the whole time staring across the room at the way the veins in Pervis' neck bulged every time Chris plowed the foreign object into his ass. "Think he's ready for a little show?" Glen chuckled over to the male prostitute. "Don't really matter either way," Chris laughed back. "It ain't like he's going anywhere!" Stepping back to give Lana enough room to bend over and slid the panties down her legs, Glen leaned forward and worked the four sturdy clasps of her bra free when they were in reach. "JESUS... MMMMMM," Glen groaned approvingly, watching from above as Lana's bra cups dropped to the floor and her huge, matronly tits spilled free, swinging like two beautiful, white pendulums on the carpet. "Oh... Yeah Lana," Glen heartily growled as he began to shed his own clothes. "Now kneel down on the floor and get on your back... make yourself nice and cozy right there at Pervis' feet so he can get a good view of everything." Adjusting her back until she was comfortable on the carpet, Lana spread her thighs apart until her pussy bloomed for everyone to see, just like a glistening, hirsute flower. Raising her hands up to her chest to support her heavy breasts as they cascaded out to each side, Lana groped and pawed at her nipples as she stared up at the unholy sight above. "Must be something to see from down there?" Chris sighed to Lana just before harshly jerking the dildo in Pervis' ass, causing the helpless man's feet to wobble on the floor beside Lana, as if he was nothing more than a puppet on strings. Creeping his now naked frame down between Lana's thighs, Glen rubbed his left hand through her dense and damp pubic fleece as he aimed his cock towards it with his right. Working the plastic appendage in and out of Pervis' ass with the same sadistic consistency of a man churning butter, Chris watched as Glen eased down on top of Lana and pressed is dick straight into her welcoming cunt. "UUMMM... look at that," the gay stud hissed into Pervis' ear before gradually allowing his own anal thrusts to synchronize with Glen's building rhythm on top of Lana. * * * * * Looking over Glen's shoulder as his chest pressed down on hers, Lana squinted her eyes watching the dildo sliding in and out of Pervis's ass above. "OHHH... SHIT," she cried out loud, spreading her knees wide and humping her crotch off the floor to meet Glen's thrusts, fucking Glen back with the same pace and intensity Chris was shoving the dildo into Pervis' rear end. "UUHH... UUHH... UURRGGHHH," Lana bristled, feeling Glen's racing heart against her sweaty bosom as she trained her gaze upwards. Her head spinning out of control, Lana's already swollen pussy turned to a complete molten mess when she watched Chris take Pervis' fully erect cock into his left hand and lewdly pump it at the same time he continued his relentless anal assault with his right. "DDEEAAARRR... GGGOOODDDD... SSSHHIITTTT... MMMMMMMMMMMMMFUUCCKKKKK" Lana finally exploded a minute later, flailing her voluptuous, Victorian frame on the floor underneath Glen's pistoning weight, until her release had completely bathed the married man's groin. Digging her heels into Glen's calves to keep from thrashing like a speared fish across the floor, Lana fiercely squeezed her vaginal muscles together until Glen had deposited his cum deep inside her womb. "GGRRRRRR... YYEEAAHH... FUCK... YEAHHMMMMMFUCK... AAAHHHHHHH," Glen noisily growled into Lana's ear as he sprayed every ounce of fluid in his heated balls into the vacuum of her cunt. Out of the corner of her half opened left eye, what Lana saw caused a perverse wave of shock to course through her already smoldering nerve endings. Keeping her legs spread wide as Glen roughly busted his nut inside of her, Lana kept her eyes locked on Pervis and the way Chris continued to forcefully masturbate him. Too numb and transfixed to move, Lana held her breath as Pervis' face twisted and contorted. Stunned by the way her boyfriend's restrained legs seemed to liquefy in front of her eyes, Lana felt her vagina contract and explode once again around Glen's cock when she watched glob after shiny white glob of Pervis' cum spit out of his peehole. Shaking her head side to side from the macabre potency of the moment, Lana immediately reached down and raked at her clitoris while she looked up at Chris physically milking the seed from Pervis' loins. So absorbed in his own orgasm, Glen was completely unaware of what was going above. Flinching as he pulled his gooey cock free from Lana's pelvic grip, Glen carefully dismounted Lana and rested his spent body on the floor to her right. It was then he noticed the same thing Lana had become overwhelmed by, the sight of Chris playfully tugging at Pervis' erect cock and a celestial pattern of wet, white dots glistening at his feet. * * * * * The room went silent for nearly a minute, the only sound coming from the running tape recorder cataloguing every frame of the night's transgressions. Finally, the only one there who hadn't had an orgasm that evening spoke up. "Look down there Pervis... down on the floor... Look at that mess you made all over the carpet... you know... that camera over there is still running... I could go over there right now and rewind that tape inside of it and play it over and over for you on the tv... just to remind you how that mess got there on the floor between you feet... And speaking of messes... look a little closer... down there between your girlfriend's legs... get a good look down there at her pussy right now... Bet you can barely even recognize it... Now that is a cumshot," Chris soberly taunted the disorientated older man. "Well why don't we keep that camera running just a little bit longer though... if a mess is gonna get made... the only right thing to do is to clean it up... so Pervis... if I let your hands loose right now... you promise to be a good little boy?" Even though Lana didn't have a coherent concept of how her and Glen's plan would turn out, or what its ramifications would be, what she had witnessed over the past 30 minutes had left her at a total loss. Flapping her legs back and worth, allowing the surreality of it all to sink in, each time she pressed her thighs together, another submerged remnant of Glen's lust bubbled to the surface. Just when she thought the storm of sexual depravity was starting to pass and the cruel hush of reality was setting back in, Lana's heart nearly stopped when she heard the thud of the dildo falling out of Pervis' tormented rear. Looking up at the beaten and distraught shell that had been her boyfriend, Lana began to squirm for cover when she saw Chris beginning to untether his hands. "No... No... stay right there Baby," the male prostitute calmly beckoned. "There's one more thing we have to have Pervis do." Substituting his index and middle fingers for the dildo that had just bored a substantial hole in Pervis' rectum, Chris used his overpowering strength to force the defeated man down to his knees, until it looked as if Pervis was praying on the floor, in a pool of his own freshly splattered ejaculate. "Lay back Lana," Chris once again cooed. "Give Pervis a good close-up look at that pussy... at that rich and frothy creampie... we can't have a dessert like that go to waste... can we?" Stunned somewhat himself by the inconceivable thing Chris was about to ask Pervis to do, Glen recoiled and watched with fascination as the shamelessly aroused gay stud placed his left hand on the back of Pervis' neck and pushed his head forward. "Holy... Fuck," Glen mouthed, watching as Pervis was reduced to nothing more than a kneeling pawn whose face had disappeared into Lana's freshly fucked womb at the same time a male prostitute crouched like a vulture, prepared to enter him from behind. Looking quickly at Lana's face to see if she was able to process the indignity taking place between her legs, all Glen could detect was the same frozen awe in her glassy brown eyes. Any thought that what he was seeing was just a figment of his imagination quickly ceased when Glen felt the vibrations belching from Pervis throat, an instant after Chris had shoved the upper half of his cock through the same gaping hole he'd burrowed out with his fingers and the dildo. Goosebumps rising across his naked flesh when he saw the way Lana's head and shoulders lurched off the floor, Glen guided his hand back down to his crotch and lazily began fondling himself as Chris finished the job. * * * * * Perched on his right knee, with both his hands holding Pervis firmly by the waist, Chris plowed forward with ruthless precision, his burning eyes seeming to widen to twice their normal size as he stared down the way Pervis' weathered face looked pressed against the semen-caked pulp of Lana's vagina. Having dabbled in the sex trade, in several different capacities over the previous two years, Chris had experienced just about everything imaginable, and quite a few things beyond. During that time however, he honestly couldn't remember a more chaotic and twisted scene than what he was witnessing in Lana's living room. Despite the chaos, Chris could also not remember a job where he felt such a vital and urgent need to get off as well. While he had always enjoyed playing the role of the heavy in his little sex games, especially with men who were either reluctant or first timers, Chris had never before felt so virile, energized and in charge as he did slamming his pride and joy deep into Pervis' behind. Stealing a quick glance over to Glen jacking off to his left and then down to Lana's chubby body, churning like an angry sea below, Chris sped up his anal thrusts until he was ball deep inside Pervis. "UURRGGHH... AAAHHHRRGGAAHH," Lana's boyfriend shuddered, his lips, cheeks, nose and brow all now coated with Glen's freshly deposited jizz. Sensing Lana was on the verge of another frantic release, Chris slowed his thrusts slightly, steadying his cock inside of Pervis' rectum before reaching down with both hands and grabbing each of Lana's ankles. "Come on Lana... make that little pussy boy eat every last drop of that cum out of your slit," the male prostitute spat at the same time he lifted each of her legs into the air, creating even more friction on Pervis' face with Lana's frothy crotch. Holding Lana's feet high in the air as he lunged his groin intermittently into Pervis' behind, Chris watched as the older woman's orgasmic fuse was lit once again. "YYYEESSSSSSS... FFUUCCKKKKKKINNGGCCUMMMINNNGGGGGGG" the trailer walls rattled from Lana's boisterous shrieks. Keeping his fingers wrapped around Lana's calves as she thrashed below, Chris marveled at the amount of electricity coursing through her body as she fiercely humped her dripping snatch into Pervis' mouth. * * * * * Once he was sure Lana's orgasm had run its course, Chris gently laid her rubbery legs back on the floor and turned his full and selfish attention back to the stuffed asshole in front of him. "My turn," he growled under his breath before angrily arching his pelvis forward. A macabre hush fell over the room as Chris clutched Pervis' waist, pulling his reddened rear end backwards against the blunt and bulbous girth of his manhood until the only sound in the room was the chilling and repeated slap of flesh on flesh. "OOHHHH... GGOOODDDDD... GGRRRRRAAHHHHHHH," Chris seethed through his mashed teeth, pressing his thumbs roughly into the meat of Pervis' ass until the churning stew inside his bloated balls exploded deep into the recesses of Pervis' withering backside. Amazed at the way the older man just knelt there and took it, Chris pressed forward for all he was worth, until every ounce of his steaming ejaculate had found a home in Pervis' rectum. "What a little sissy slut," Chris laughed half to himself and half to everyone else in the room before beginning to tug his tightly entrenched member from its dark confines. "Grab the camera Glen," Chris motioned to the man who had hired him. "Bring it over here and get a nice close up of everything before I pull all the way out. I'm definitely going to want a copy of this for my collection... Better make a few copies too... I know Ol' Perv's gonna want one!" * * * * * Lana could hear the two men sharing their locker room laughter but all she was able to focus on was the face she had seen staring in the living room window when she happened to look up a few seconds earlier. The face of her Daughter, Angie, standing outside on the porch looking in. After all they had been through, said to and done to each other over the years, the one thing Lana could certainly impart to her Daughter was that, in general, men could be scum. A fact that Angie had gradually discovered during her brief experience but hadn't had to deal with in such personal terms until Pervis tossed her aside after knocking her up during their affair months earlier. Naked and spent on the floor after succumbing to three of the most powerful and selfish orgasms of her life, all Lana could do was cast a stoic and maternalistic nod up to Angie as she stared inside, as if to say, "You're a big girl now... You don't always have to take their shit." Turning away from the window, and from Angie, Lana reached for a sheet to cover herself in before lifting her exhausted weight from the floor, full of shame and exhilaration. THE END Thanks for reading