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 14

Shannon couldn’t sleep. Jessica had finally cried herself to sleep at 1:30, but now it was 2:15 and she couldn’t shake of the insomnia. A huge part of her desperately wanted to take back all that she had said about George, true as it may have been, and hold this child who had captured George’s heart and was slowly capturing hers. She didn’t know why she was feeling compassion for the girl, or even why her killer instincts were failing her at this moment, but she knew that she had been wrong to say what she had said and in the tone she had said it in. Just because her life had been punctuated by very bitter memories and horrible circumstances didn’t mean that she should force the same fate onto Jessica.

More than anything, though, she wanted her brains fucked out. Would George come to her if she asked? Was it too late for him? She picked up the phone and dialed…

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“Hello?” George asked groggily into the phone. He had fallen asleep to a video recording of one of his first times with a child, one that he particularly missed but had to give up when she turned 16. She wanted to go out on her own and make something of herself, get a GED and go to college or something like that. “Hello?” he asked again and glanced at the clock; it was 2:45.

“George?” asked the voice on the other end of the phone.

“Shannon? Sweetheart, is that you? Is everything okay with Jessica?”

While Shannon was a little taken aback by his immediate concern with the other girl, she still remained undeterred. “George, I need you. I miss your touch. Could you come over here? I’m just so lonely…” she begged him.

There was silence for a moment and then he gave his answer. “Yes, I’ll be there in 20 minutes. I need some coffee. You woke me up, you know,” he sighed.

“Great,” she smiled into the phone. “I’ll be waiting for you.”

He hung up the phone, sat up in bed, and shook his head. What was it about that girl? While it wasn’t really Shannon that he was craving to have sex with, he couldn’t really admit that he wasn’t horny. At least it would be an outlet for that frustration. George grabbed a discarded pair of pants and a button down shirt and headed for the kitchen. Lucky for him he knew that there was coffee already made, even if it was old.

Sipping from his favorite blue chipped mug he suddenly realized that he had never taken Jessica to the photo shoot. Adding it to his mental “to do” list, he went over all the other things he had to make sure he accomplished tomorrow. Knowing how long that list was made him even more wary of going to see Shannon tonight. Something told him that it would all end badly, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to think up a good enough reason not to go. Although all the children were technically his to do as he wished with them his own needs went unmet since he was the guardian of several children, like it or not. In that way it was good that she had called.

Making a final decision, George put the mug down in the sink and left his suite, heading towards the smaller one where he was keeping Shannon and Jessica. Ah, Jessica. Just the thought of her name was enough to bring him half erect. Whether this was a good or a bad thing was something he didn’t want to explore at the moment. Right now he needed to take his mind off of the younger child and focus on the much more tempting one that was offering herself to him.

Arriving at his destination George unlocked the door and silently stepped inside. Darkness enveloped him and he stumbled about until he found a lamp to turn on. Although he had built the entire estate himself, this was not an area he frequented regularly and so was still unfamiliar with furniture placement.

Not knowing which room was hers, he made an educated guess and knocked on the door from which light was coming. Shannon answered the door wearing a seductive silk painted dressing gown and stood in the doorway beckoning to him with her eyes. George stepped forward and she stepped back, allowing him entrance, and he shut the door behind him.

“So what did you have in mind tonight, my little vixen?” he asked her.

“Oh, I don’t know; anything really. Something to fill the time, I guess,” she answered with a sigh. “It feels like forever since we were together last.”

“I’m sure that it’s been a shorter time that you know,” he replied with a smile. George motioned to her and she dropped the robe, revealing her naked flesh underneath. She knelt before him and worked the buttons on his pants until finally they dropped down to his ankles. He breathed in sharply as Shannon took his cock in her mouth, working it like putty in her expert hands. She sucked on it hard, slowly at first but faster as she went, while massaging his balls at the same time. Unwillingly, George closed his eyes and imagined Jessica’s sweet face gazing up at him as she pleasured him in the same way. Just as he was about to sigh Jessica’s name out loud he caught himself. He realized the sort of betrayal involved in speaking another woman’s name during a sex act, and he knew that Shannon would be furious.

Shannon sucked faster and faster, emitting small suction noises as she went that never failed to turn him on even more. A hesitant hand crept up between his legs and a slightly moist finger pushed itself into his asshole, forcing a climax from him. She eagerly drank his cum as it spurted out of his dick and still continued to suck until he gasped for mercy.

Shannon knew that George would need a moment or two to recoup from his orgasm, so she scampered back onto the bed and waited calmly until he came to her. She watched as he doffed his shirt and went about the room, opening drawers and cabinets, obviously searching for something. Finding it, he came back to her toting a long cotton rope.

“Kneel away from me on the end of the bed,” he ordered, and she obeyed, balancing on her hands and knees.

“No,” he said. “I want your hands behind your back, face down.”

Shannon did this as well, and George quickly bound her wrists together. The knot was loose enough for her to move her arms slightly, but tight enough that she couldn’t possibly get out by herself. It gave him great pleasure to watch her struggle against this initial knot—it had been a very long time since he had used a rope with her.

Gently but swiftly he brought the rope down and through her legs, wrapping it first around her right leg, in between her wrists, and around her left leg. The rope went back through her wrists and then was looped around her neck and tied at the back with a simple double fisherman’s knot. He fed the rope around her abdomen and twisted it around the back until it could be fed around the top of her breasts. Tying it once more he wrapped the rope around first one shoulder then the other, tying it directly under the last knot made.

George paused for a moment to sift through the nightstand for a knife while Shannon shifted uneasily on the bed. Cutting the rope with about six feet to spare he moved her back and straightened her up onto her knees. Knowing that the rope must be choking her he quickly looped the shorter rope through the one around her neck, securing it first around the rope above her breasts and then to the one below, managing somehow to use the entire six feet of it.

He was happy with his work and stepped back to admire it, allowing Shannon to see in the meantime how much tying her up had turned him on. She, however, looked like she might fall over at any minute if not for her legs keeping her upright. George came to her and lightly pushed her over so that he could view her from behind. He pulled her again to the edge of the bed and she gasped as the rope rubbed against her crotch but missed her clitoris.

He used only his fingers to stimulate her, one of his thumbs on her clit while the other hand slowly moved in and out of her pussy as she became more and more wet. George knew when she was wet enough for him to simply push into her, and did so while emitting a loud groan.

George moved quickly within her, using the rope as leverage to pull her towards him and then away. Feeling her pussy tighten around him he realized that she would soon climax and withdrew from her. He didn’t want her release quite yet. Grabbing up some lubricant from the nightstand he let a drop fall onto her asshole and placed his head at her opening, pushing through agonizingly slow.

Shannon gasped and arched against him as he moved within her. Having done her a favor by not gagging her, she moaned to encourage him, unable to do more in her current position. George loved being this in control. Usually he simply let Shannon exhaust herself on him until she was satisfied, never forgetting about him, however. Tonight, and especially after falling asleep to that porno, he simply wanted to just think about himself. Since she didn’t seem to mind that at all, he continued on as he was.

Pumping faster and faster into Shannon’s ass, he felt the beginning of the climax he had been expecting. George’s whole body shook as he came, shooting gobs of cum into her. After relaxing for a minute he spun her around onto her ankles and put his cock in front of her face, motioning that he expected a complete suck-off.

Shannon had just taken him into her mouth when something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. He suddenly got the impression that there was someone else in the room. George pivoted and Shannon fell onto her face with a small cry.

It was Jessica. Tears were running down her face and her hands were clenched into fists as she glared at the couple. George could only assume that she had been there for the whole time and damn him for not thinking such a thing was possible.

Summoning up the foulest words she could find, she screamed, “You’re a bastard!” and then ran out of the room, slamming first that door and then hers as she got to her room.

“Oh, shit,” Shannon simply said, and George could only nod his agreement.