Scarlet, Part 2

“Remember, your father will be picking you up after school.” Braelyn’s mother, Valerie, said.

Brae was half way out the door with her step-mother. The statement stopped her in her tracks. “Really? Mom, that makes no damn sense.”

“Braelyn, he’s your father. You should spend time with him.”

“No, that’s fine. It doesn’t make sense because, for one, he will forget to pick me up, so I will be waiting at school forever. For another, this woman… ” Brae gestured emphatically to her stepmother. “She’s the damn principal. And…”

“And your father lives across the street. I know.” Valerie interrupted Brae.

“I’m going home with Jennifer. I’ll text dad and tell him to just call when he’s home.” Brae said, as she turned around to head out of the house.

Jennifer unlocked her car, and they both climbed in. “You really should let him pick you up, Brae.”

Brae gave Jennifer a look. “Ok, I get this when it’s a really bad breakup between parents… Dad is still my mom’s best friend, besides you. He’s at the house what, twice a week for dinner? I see him all the time. Divorce was the best thing that ever happened for mom and dad.”

“Why do you think they got married?” Jennifer asked. She had a point, but Brae diverted her.

“I can tell you exactly why they got married. They got really drunk at the only party dad ever went to, and they had sex, which I am beyond-positive is the only time he has had sex. Mom got pregnant with me, and he decided to do the ‘honorable thing’. Seriously, they are way better friends now that they don’t try and share a bed.”

“That’s not where…” Jennifer was interrupted.

“That’s not what you were going to say? You were going to say they loved each other, and sometimes that does not work out.” Brae’s tone switched to mocking. “And that it isn’t my fault they don’t love each other anymore.” Brae returned to her normal voice. “No. It’s my fault they got together in the first place. They got smart and split up. What I want to know is, what does this have to do with me standing in the rain for three hours, waiting under the flagpole for a ride that isn’t coming?”

“You are too damn smart for your own good.” Jennifer said, as she drove away from the house.

“I will take that as a compliment.” Brae said with a smug grin.

“Brat.”

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“Your mom is a bitch” A voice said to Brae while she ate lunch.

“I have two, you will have to be more specific, Payton.” Brae responded without looking up.

“The principal.” Payton said, as she sat down to eat.

“Ah. Step mom. I hear this all the time. Why is she a bitch, today?” Brae said, as she pushed a carrot slice around her tray with her fork.

“She is making me write a ten page letter to Mister Simms about the thing the other day. She called home and I got grounded. This doesn’t make sense.”

“Adults don’t make sense.” Brae said, looking up. “So I take it I can’t convince you to come online tonight then?”

“I don’t have a holoband, Brae. Mom won’t let me.” Payton responded. She looked disgusted at the food. “How can anyone eat this?”

“You can come over… tomorrow. I’ll let you use one of my spares. You would love it. Bring your toy too.” Brae said the last part while looking at a young girl standing by the door. “The food? I’ll add it to the list of complaints against my bitch mom.”

“How’s your cyber-girlfriend?” Payton said, changing the subject. “Still pissed?”

“If she is, she’s hiding it well. She uh, kept me up all night.” Brae said with a little smirk.

“So are you ever going to meet her?” Payton asked.

“I want to, but she changes the subject whenever I bring it up. She’s local, that’s about all I know” Brae said with a shrug.

“If you ever do meet up, I’d like to meet her.” Payton added.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Brae said. She looked back over at Payton’s toy, as Brae thought of it. “Is there a reason it look so much like my step sister?”

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Brae sat in her father’s living room, eating take-out Chinese. Her father had been nearly silent since she went over to his house. She put her food down on the coffee table.

“Is something wrong with it?” Her father asked. He pushed up his thick glasses, and sat forward. If it were the nineteen-sixties, he would perpetually have a pocket protector and slide rule on hand.

“No, I’m just not hungry anymore.” Brae said.

“You barely touched it.” He adjusted his glasses again. “Brae, sweetheart…” he swallowed “…do you think you might have…”

“Oh for fucks sake… Dad. No, I don’t have an eating disorder. It’s Chinese. I’ll be hungry in half-an-hour, and I’ll finish it then.” Brae rolled her eyes, and sat back into the sofa, shaking her head and laughing.

He shook his head and sat back. “I found your sixth grade science project.”

“Which one was that?” Brae asked. Her attention was mostly on the television, which her father had tuned to some nature documentary.

“The last one you were ever allowed to do.” He looked at her.

“I thought the FBI took that.” She raised her brow.

“They gave it back. The most dangerous thing in it is hydrogen. It still works.”

“I really miss doing those projects with you.” She said. She looked legitimately disappointed that they didn’t work together anymore.

“Me too.” He said with a little sigh. “But, I’m sure you have some place you would rather be, than hanging out with your old man, watching hippos mate.” He watched Brae’s conflicted reaction. “Go, it’s Friday, you’re fifteen. Get into some trouble… just not like sixth grade.”

“Thanks, dad.” She said, got up off the sofa, leaned down and kissed his cheek.

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“You’re late.” Scarlet said, dressed in just the same provocative corset and miniskirt as she always was.

“It’s an odd Friday, I had dinner with my dad.” Brae said, as she leaned in and kissed Scarlet.

She appeared in the clan clubhouse when she logged in, and found it far busier than it was the night before. The clan uniform of black patent leather and exposed flesh was in full display among the girls present, of which Brae guessed there were fifty.

“Is someone organizing a raid?” Brae asked.

“We don’t go raiding anymore. This is just social.” Scarlet said. Brae looked confused at her. “Don’t underestimate the power of letting young girls play out slut fantasies.”

“There has got to be more to it than that, or they wouldn’t all show up.” Brae said, as she walked around the room. Some of the girls present looked as young as six, some as old as their early twenties. She looked back at Scarlet, who was following her.

“They are all between ten and sixteen, I promise you.” Scarlet said, almost as though she could read Brae’s mind.

“And they don’t want to play the game, just sit in a basement and act slutty?”

“They play the game, and are all fairly good at it. That just isn’t the reason they are here.” Scarlet pointed out a girl, her avatar couldn’t have been more than eight. “I think you will like her.” She said with a smirk.

Brae looked at Scarlet. “How are you even ok with that, let alone trying to set me up with someone else? You’re my girlfriend.”

“Monogamy doesn’t work in a slut fantasy, Brae. Besides, I know you. You would sample around anyways, with my blessing or not. So go have fun, and when you come back, I’ll remind you why we stay together.” Scarlet said with a grin, and walked off. She immediately straddled the lap of another girl, and made out with her.

Brae approached the girl Scarlet had pointed to. She was dressed minimally, wearing only a pair of leather thong panties and a collar around her neck. She was sitting in another, older, girls lap; her hips gyrated slowly to the low music in the room. When Brae approached, the young girl climbed off of the girl’s lap, and looked up at Brae “Welcome back, M’Lord.”

Brae furrowed her brow for a moment, then shook her head. The girl extended her hand to Brae, who took it. She was lead to a sofa where she sat down. The little girl immediately climbed into Brae’s lap, facing away from her, her little ass rubbed into the leather of Brae’s pants.

Brae didn’t know what to do with her hands. She hesitantly placed them on the girl’s smooth bare thighs. She leaned in and whispered to the girl. “What’s your name?”

The little girl moved one of Brae’s hands up her leg, and pushed Brae’s fingertips into her panties. “Aisling, M’Lord. But everyone calls me Ashes.”

Brae slide her hand down further, her fingertips rubbed against Ashes’ smooth, young, and moist lips. The little girl shivered and settled back into Brae. She rolled her hips against Brae’s fingers.

“You’re eager” Brae whispered, her fingers pressed against Ashes’ opening, finding her quite easy to push into. Her hand began pumping into Ashes under her little panties.

“I’m eager for you, M’Lord.” Ashes said in a little moan. Brae lifted her free hand to hold Ashes across the chest. “I’ve been waiting for you to claim me since Mistress Scarlet found me.” Ashes moved her own hands behind her back, her palms pressing against Brae’s belly.

“To claim you?” Brae asked. She wiggled to give Ashes’ hands some space, and the girl worked her hands into Brae’s pants. Ashes fingers were skilled, and found Brae’s nub with little effort. Brae’s belly trembled, and she bit into Ashes’ shoulder to stifle a moan.

Ashes closed her legs around Brae’s hand, her hips bucking to hump the fingers inside her. “I’m a slave, M’Lord, Mistress Scarlet captured me.” Brae looked down over the girl in her lap, unsure of how to feel. That uncertainty didn’t last very long, as Ashes rubbed Brae’s clit in circles.

Brae couldn’t hold back, not that she was trying very hard. Her abs tensed, which curled her around the little girl in her lap. Tried, and failed, to hold in the moan of her orgasm. Brae worked her fingers harder inside Ashes, she tried to bring the girl to climax.

Ashes looked up at Brae, her face tense with arousal, her body writhed from being fingered. She spoke in panting breaths “Please, M’Lord.” It took Brae a few moments to understand what Ashes was asking before she nodded, giving Ashes permission to cum.

Brae held on to Ashes after her climax, rocking the little girl in her arms, her fingertips still teasing Ashes’ lips. “Ashes, please tell me Scarlet hasn’t gone and… captured everyone here.”

Ashes turned her head, and rubbed her cheek into Brae’s leather-clad chest. “I am the only one that I know of, M’Lord.” She made little chirping sounds at her continued stimulation.

“And how exactly did she capture you?” Brae said. She wrapped one side of her coat over Ashes’ body.

“It’s a new part of the game, M’Lord. Haven’t you been keeping up on patch notes?” Ashe turned on her side and snuggled into Brae.

“I’ve been busy.” Brae said, as she pulled her hand from Ashes’ panties. She offered her fingers to Ashes’ mouth; Ashes licked and sucked them clean. “This game still doesn’t allow public nudity, I don’t think they would put in a sex slave game mechanic.”

Ashes chuckled a little, and pulled Brae’s coat closed around her. “That isn’t exactly what the game does now, but I like playing it like that. Do you care how it really works, M’Lord?”

“No really.” Brae said.

“Mistress Scarlet told me all about you, M’Lord. That you might want to meet someone in person.” Ashes said. “I’m local.”