Candyland

Disclaimer: This story contains non-consensual sex with a minor. If this subject matter disturbs you, then don't read it, but don't flame me later on because I didn't warn you.




Candyland- Chapter 13

The next morning both girls were rather late to rise. They came into the main room to find breakfast waiting for them, and still warm, and a smiling George to greet them as well. As soon as they had sat down and started eating he made his excuses and went off to take care of other pressing business. Shannon had a sneaking suspicion that it had to do with another child in the midst of being brought to the compound. Looking at Jessica, she suddenly realized that she had only been here for a few days and was amazed at how well adjusted she was to her surroundings. A wave of compassion for the other washed through her, but she quickly suppressed it in lieu of her other feelings: that she was a threat that needed to be eliminated.

“How did you sleep?” Shannon asked Jessica, who looked surprised at her kind tone and sudden interest in her life.

“Um,” she started, not knowing if there was a correct answer to the question or not, “I slept fine. The bed was really comfortable and I was actually a lot more tired than I realized.”

“That’s good; I was tossing and turning all night. I think there might be something wrong with my mattress. I guess I’ll have to come and sleep in your room sometime to see if there’s a difference or if it’s just me.” Shannon nodded as she said this, gauging Jessica’s response to her statement.

“That would be great! It’s so lonely in that big room all by myself. I’m used to sharing a room with at least one crying baby, I would love the company.”

“Okay, it’s a date then,” Shannon stated, winking at Jessica.

***

They went their separate ways for most of the day, and soon after she had made herself a respectable dinner, Jessica waited in her room with trepidation for the time when Shannon would come and ask for her company. To say she was antsy would be an understatement. Jessica simply got a vibe off of Shannon that made her suspect that she didn’t have anyone on her mind except herself and getting what she wanted, ultimately, in life.

Eventually Jessica tired of doing nothing and sifted through the drawers to find something to occupy her with. Amazingly, she found an interesting looking latch hook project and began it, amusing herself by trying to work the small hooked needle into the mat and then tying the yarn into it. The project was small, and she a quick learner, so when the long awaited knock finally came on the door, Jessica was almost half way through the pattern.

“Come in,” Jessica said, and the door slowly opened to reveal the other, already in pajamas.

“It’s almost nine,” Shannon started, “I wasn’t sure what time you liked to go to bed, but I wanted to know if you would like to watch a movie in my room. I’ve got about a million of them in my closet.”

Jessica smiled up at her and nodded, glad that they wouldn’t have to speak much. She got up and followed the older girl to her room, pausing in the doorway. When beckoned again she entered in and knelt down to look at the selection of movies in front of her. “Ooo,” Jessica said. “Do you have the old version of Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory? It’s my favorite.”

“Right here,” Shannon answered. “Do you want to watch anything else tonight? I’ve probably got every title you could think of.”

“No, that should be alright. You can pick out the next one,” Jessica said with a smile.

***

It was midnight or a little after, Shannon and Jessica were sitting at the kitchen table, silence stretching between them. Finally Jessica took the initiative, “You know, after seeing some of the porno tapes that George has, I realize how dumb I was for thinking that sex went differently than that.”

“What do you mean?” asked Shannon, not understanding what the other girl was getting at.

“Well, I don’t know. I guess I just thought that things looked differently or felt differently or were placed slightly differently on the body, that’s all. And I can’t believe there’s all that hair down there. I like my body just the way it is.”

Shannon laughed. “You know, I was surprised as well when I really learned how two people, or more, have sex. It’s confusing for a child like you to get the big picture when everyone is afraid to show them things like that, thinking it’ll corrupt their brains.”

“Hey, who are you calling a child? You’re only three years older than me. You’re acting like it’s a century or something,” Jessica objected.

“You know what I mean,” said Shannon. “Hmm. You know, the one thing that I always had a problem with understanding is how two people of the same gender had sex. That is, until I witnessed it myself. They always seem to leave out the homosexual stuff.”

“Homosexual? Do you mean queers? My dad used to talk about them all the time, awful stuff. Something about ‘those fucking queer faggots, think they can walk all over us and—.’”

“That’s enough,” Shannon interrupted. “If you came here to talk like that, you’re not going to be very popular. That’s the biz that sells, sweetie,” she continued matter-of-factly, “I don’t think that George has ever had a female customer. It’s mostly men coming in for boys to play with.”

“What do you mean? Customers? What are you talking about, Shannon?”

“What, George hasn’t told you about his business? He kidnaps and sells children to adults who use them as sex toys until they’re too old to not know the difference any longer, then they get rid of them however they need to.” She paused for a moment and took a breath. “The only reason why you’re not being gang raped right now by some horny guy and his buddies is because George wants you for himself. The mere idea of you being touched by another man is enough to drive him insane. That’s the reason why he was so upset when he found out the boys’ intentions. You would have been damaged goods. Soiled. Unacceptable in his eyes and as a plaything.” Shannon glanced at Jessica to capture her expression; one mixed with disbelief and horror. “Did you really thing that his intentions for you were so noble? George plays favorites. I was his favorite until you came along. Sometimes he’s kind, and other times he has a mean streak a mile long… Those are the days you want to avoid him if you can. Usually, though, you can’t.”

Their eyes met across the table, one set horrified and one set humorous. Shannon grinned on the inside, having finally accomplished her goal—setting a lever between Jessica and George—and she waited with glee for the chance to push them even farther apart as the days went by. Jessica, on the other hand, felt so torn up inside that she might throw up. How could he have betrayed her like that; used her just to later toss her aside like a rag doll. It was disgusting to think that she had actually felt compassion towards him, that she had wanted to be intimate with him, wanted to know him in every way possible. She couldn’t figure out if she hated herself more, at that moment, or him.

The silence stretched between the girls once again and finally Jessica flew, crying, from the table; bound for her room at any cost.