The Door in the Closet
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Chapter Ten
"I need to go home," I told Ruhk, and he'd dialed my twizzler down far enough that I could eat dinner like a normal person. Sort of.
"Why?" he asked, picking up some pasta with his fingers and letting it dangle above my head.
I knelt beside his chair while Tiffy knelt on the other side of him, and we were both being fed. I tilted my face upward, opening my mouth like a baby bird and extending my tongue. Ruhk fed me and then I sucked his fingers clean before he gave some to Tiffy. He alternated back and forth between us like that and I found it completely humiliating, but I was pretty hungry too.
"I just want to get some stuff, okay?" I licked my lips. "I'll stay with you. I won't try and run away, but…please? I only need ten minutes."
"I've got everything you need right here," Ruhk said.
"My dad's sick," I told him. "If I don't get my stuff now, I don't know if I'll ever be able to."
"Let the girl get her things," his father said. "Jilly needs to be comfortable in her new home."
He'd turned out to be older than I would have expected and serious looking, with grey hair and deep brown eyes. He worked as a doctor, a clinical psychologist of all things, who specialized in the treatment of submissive adolescents. One look at him and I knew I was in trouble. Ruhk had the twizzler to keep me under control, but his father dismissed it as a toy. A few weeks from now, the man promised, I'd be a different person altogether. I'd cum on command, the way Ruhk's mother did, and learn a lot of other neat tricks besides. He'd see to it personally and I believed him.
"Yeah, I guess," Ruhk agreed with a shrug. "But you'd better not try anything funny."
"I won't," I promised the boy, not unless he thought escaping into an alternative universe was funny. I just prayed that Jimmy had opened his closet door!
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"Is he home?" Ruhk wondered. We were sitting in his dad's cloudcar, a nice one too, and I frowned at my house.
"He never goes anywhere," I said. "He's probably drunk."
My house looked dark although it wasn't very late yet. I wanted to avoid my dad if I could, but pulling a big cloudcar up to my bedroom window wasn't going to work, obviously. We were going to have to use the front door and I wished Ruhk would just wait for me outside, but he wasn't going to let me out of his sight. Man! I hoped Jimmy's door was open. I really didn't want to leave my universe forever, but I wasn't going to be Ruhk's love subbie the rest of my life either!
I would have been happy with it, don't get me wrong, and we'd probably share a long, satisfying marriage. Eventually I'd forget I'd ever been anything but a total submissive. I'd be more than eager to do whatever Ruhk wanted me to. A lot of people, boys and girls, had gone through what I was facing and spent their lives fat, dumb, and happy. At the moment I'd rather be miserable though, suffering the ups and downs of my independence, and I only had one chance to save my life…The door in the closet.
"Come on," I breathed. "It's now or never."
"Just remember, Jilly…" Ruhk held up the remote. "You fuck with me and I'm gonna fuck with you."
"Yeah." I frowned at him. "We can fuck later. Just don't push any buttons by mistake, okay?"
We took the long way getting to my front door, just because I didn't want to go past the big picture window that my dad liked to sit in front of. If he was anywhere in the house, that's where he'd be, I figured. In his chair, drinking his whiskey, and watching the world do nothing while he waited for his liver to catch up with his dead leg. It seemed pretty depressing, but it wasn't any of my business. Parents had kids, fed them, fucked them, and when they were old enough, kicked them out. Nobody ever said anything about love; we got that from other people.
"Ummm…" I pressed my hand against the scanner and it flashed briefly, but that's all.
"What?" Ruhk looked at me.
"I think he changed the lock," I said, trying it again. "Gods! What an asshole!"
"Is the door locked?" Ruhk asked me and I watched as he reached past me and opened the door.
"Heh!" I giggled nervously and I hadn't realized how frightened I was of seeing my dad again, or of finding my closet empty. I felt seriously stressed and I had to take a deep breath before entering the house, tip-toeing through the dark and expecting my dad to hop out of the shadows and grab me any second.
I was tempted to peek into the den, just to see for myself if my dad was there, but I didn't. I'd gotten too excited about looking in my closet and it was all I could do not to take off running. I'd make a mad dash for the closet, dive through and slam the door behind me, except…What if it wasn't there? I had to go slowly and carefully, and I needed another plan too. If the door was closed, I had to get the remote away from Ruhk somehow. I had to get myself free of him because that really was the only control he had. It might not seem like much, but unless you know what it's like to have your mind imprisoned in the madness of overwhelming lust…
Creeeeak
"Shhh…" I frowned over my shoulder and Ruhk made a face at me as we went up the stairs.
It was very dark up there and for just a second I thought I could maybe surprise Ruhk and get the remote. I could push him down the stairs maybe, but that filled me with a wave of nausea. Violence, the sort of terrorism that could really hurt someone, even kill them, was completely unthinkable. We're civilized people, not animals or barbarians.
People argued, sure, they even got in little fights sometimes, but I remember when I was about 11 or maybe 12 years old and there had been someone killed on purpose in Britannia or someplace far away. It had made me cry. Killed on purpose. I couldn't even imagine that and so doing something like pushing Ruhk down the stairs, maybe breaking his neck?
It almost put me in a panic because I'd never imagined myself capable of such a thought and happily enough, I wasn't. I was just really desperate to get that remote away from him. After that I'd find a hacker or maybe ask Ajjie's mom to help me get the twizzler out, since she was a policewoman and all. Except she was a total Domme too, so I'd have to be careful dealing with her.
But all of that remained in the future and one not guaranteed as I walked slowly towards my room, feeling my way as if I were a stranger. Ruhk stayed right behind me and I could feel his impatience growing, but he'd seen my dad too, so maybe he understood why we had to be so cautious. We had no idea what he might be capable of.
"This is my bedroom," I whispered. The door barely hung by its hinges after my dad had nearly broken it down.
"Okay," Ruhk whispered back. "Get your stuff and let's get out of here. This place gives me the creeps."
"Hey!" I frowned at that because it was still my house and everything, but he was right. It gave me the creeps too.
The door creaked loudly as I pushed it open. I winced, holding my breath and listening for any other sound, like maybe my drunken dad hopping around downstairs. I didn't hear anything though and I let the air out of my lungs and nodded my head, as if trying to reassure myself that it was okay. All I had to do was get to the closet and…
"Gotcha bitch!" my dad growled and I jumped back with a gasp of a scream.
"Let me go! Fuck!" Ruhk yelled. "Hey!"
"Knew you'd come back, slut!" My dad hadn't grabbed me, he'd grabbed Ruhk!
"Get off! Jilly! Help me!" Ruhk was just a shadow and dim one, like my father as I backed away from them.
"I been waitin' since you left!" Daddy groaned. I realized he must have been pretty drunk as I kicked an empty bottle of something with my heel.
"Jilly! Hey! You crazy fucker!" SMACK! Omph! THUD! WHAP! Umph!"
The sound of their fighting made me panic and I should have turned on a light or gone to my closet or done…something! Fear had petrified me, however, and all I could see were confused shapes struggling against each other. My dad all drunk and angry and confused, fighting with Ruhk and trying to wrestle the boy to the floor because he thought it was me. I didn't know which of them I wanted to win. Neither of them really. As soon as Daddy realized Ruhk wasn't me, he'd be really mad. Ruhk would be pissed off too, probably thinking I'd planned this, and he'd punish me for it.
I wanted to see if Ruhk would drop the remote. That's what I was really doing, just waiting because if he lost it, then I could pick it up and get away. The sound of their scuffling was loud though, and violent. It frightened me and I almost started crying, hating the darkness, but unwilling or unable to move from the spot where I found myself. I'd been rooted to the floor and I didn't know why. I'd never seen a fight in my life. I'd never heard two men trying to hurt each other. The very concept of drawing blood was alien to every part of me.
SPRACK!!
And then I heard a heavy groan followed by a dull thud, or perhaps the other way around, but one of them was down. My dad. Ruhk was bent over and leaning against the wall, while my father lay on the floor and I had to move! I forced myself to go. Ruhk had won the fight apparently, at least for the moment, and he still had the remote. He'd use it too, as soon as he collected his wits and caught his breath, he'd make sure I was taken care of. I had to go and I told my legs to move!
"Jilly!" Ruhk yelled at me and he started moving too, but I wasn't really looking at him. Perhaps he thought I wanted to attack him maybe, but I wasn't.
I grabbed the doorknob on my closet door and opened it, just throwing it wide and I saw a light! It was bright and beautiful and I could see Jimmy's room. He'd opened his door and I dove into it, even as I felt a blinding surge of desperation fill every part of my being, I was flying through the door in the closet to land with a soft thud of my own on Jimmy's bedroom floor. I kicked at his door, and kicked it hard because Ruhk could be right behind me for all I knew. I didn't look and I was barely able to do even that much, but I did. I slammed the door shut with my foot and I was free!
"Jilly?" Jimmy sat at his desk and I blinked at him.
"Fuck me!" I gasped, tearing at my clothes because I could see the boy's cock, huge and dark and straining beneath the ring he wore.
Jimmy had been jerking off it looked like, looking at something in the box on his desk. I didn't care what he was doing. I could smell his prick and I burned with the need to orgasm. I had to be fucked and right now! I needed cock! I wanted to suck him hard and deep. I wanted the boy to slam his dick inside my hole and fuck me for the rest of my life. I had to cum! I wanted sex. Any kind, all kinds, it didn't matter. I peeled off the shorts I'd borrowed from Ruhk's mother and my pussy throbbed.
"You gotta get this thing off me!" Jimmy said and he looked a little mad at me. The scent of his arousal made me drool, my mouth filling with saliva as I stared at his beautiful cock. It seemed much bigger than I remembered it being, and that ring was a good for him.
"I will! Fuck me first though!" I told him.
"Uhhh…okay," he smiled and I giggled, but it was a crazy sound.
The whole thing was crazy, but that might have been almost normal. I'd just come through the door in the closet. Crazy had taken on a whole new definition for us. His cock bounced lewdly, dripping precum as he got up from his desk. All he wore was a red t-shirt and a pair of green socks and I would have giggled at that too if I hadn't been too busy spreading my legs wide, lying on the floor and lifting my ass off the carpet with unmistakable invitation.
"Oh Zeus! Put it in me! Hurry!" I begged him and Jimmy wasn't wasting any time.
He needed it as badly as I did probably and this was going to be seriously frustrating. The ring wasn't going to let Jimmy cum and I knew he'd figured that out by now. It's the reason he wanted it off, obviously, and so Jimmy was really glad to see me! I wasn't going to cum either though. Ruhk had hit the button just a microsecond before I'd gotten away. I'd be stuck for the rest of my life desperate for sex. The horniest sixteen year old girl in the whole alternate alien universe probably, and totally unable to cum.
But so what? See…That's the point. I didn't care about that. I didn't care about eating, sleeping, going to the bathroom, or anything else. That's the deal. All I cared about was getting fucked long and hard and as often as I could. Those nanobots in my nervous system were telling my brain that I was going to cum any second now. All I need was a little bit more stimulation and it would all be fine. Of course that had to be a total lie and knowing the truth didn't help because I didn't care! I was going to cum if Jimmy just fucked me hard enough, long enough, and deep enough.
But he never could and I never did…So why would I ever take off his ring?