by Cerys du Lys
With a condom. Fuck off, I don't have a death wish. There are rules and shit here, you don't even fucking know. We've got like four-hundred-and-eighty of the damn things left, so we should be good for awhile. I may have overestimated my stamina before, but twenty times in a couple of days is still pretty fucking good if you ask me.
I'm ready for more, but both of the stupid crazy fucking bitches are taking a bath.
Yes, fuck off. I don't fucking know what to tell you. They're taking a goddamn bath. Angeline took my pet talk seriously, apparently. She's washing Chastity's hair. It's kind of fucking adorable, actually. I want to be angry, but it's cute. Chastity seriously looks like a cat, too. Just fucking nuzzling. It's the strangest shit.
I kidnap women, right? I hurt them. I'm not a nice person. We've been through this. I don't take baths with them. Sometimes if I'm feeling nice I toss them into a cold shower to let them clean up, but that's it. This isn't that. It's not even fucking close to that. They're in the damn giant-sized tub Angeline has (separate from the shower, I should add; it's like a fucking jacuzzi), with bubbles and hot water and... fuck.
It's fucking hot is what it is. Not the water, the women. Fuck off. They're both naked and playing in the fucking tub and it's not even supposed to be sexual, but I'm getting some rock hard fantasies right about now. Scrub-a-dub-dub motherfucker.
"Noah," Angeline says. "What are you doing?"
"What the fuck do you think I'm doing?" I answer, mostly because I have no fucking clue. Maybe she does?
"You have an erection," she says.
"Fuck off," I say.
Chastity giggles.
"You, too," I say. "Shut the fuck up."
"Do not be mean to my pet," Angeline says. "She is mine."
"I fucking gave her to you," I say.
Angeline ignores what I said and makes up her own fucking random-ass ideas about what the fuck we're doing here. "Come into the bathtub with us," she says.
"You want me to get into the fucking tub with both of you?" I ask.
"Yes?" she says, giving me a peculiar look.
Don't you fucking give me that look, bitch. You're the crazy one here. I am goddamn fucking normal compared to you.
I still love her, but she's fucked up, alright? I don't understand this shit.
Chastity looks away, refusing to say anything.
Fuck. I guess I'm getting into the bathtub. I strip down, because that's how you get into a tub. Do I have to fucking lay this shit out for you? Step one, remove clothes. Step two, walk to the bathtub. Step three, put your goddamn foot into it. Step four, put the other fucking foot in it.
I do all of that and sit down on the opposite side away from these crazy fucked up bitches. Angeline has Chastity between her legs, Chastity's back is pressed against Angeline's front, and Chastity is leaning back while Angeline washes her hair. I can see both of their breasts bobbing in the water, partially hidden by bubbles. Fuck you, bubbles. Just go fuck yourselves.
"My pet is very good, is she not?" Angeline asks me.
"She stabbed you," I say. "You just ripped out her fingernail."
"I'm sorry," Chastity whimpers. "I'm so sorry. My finger doesn't hurt as much now, though. The water really helps."
Fuck you. I didn't have warm fucking bathtime fun with Angeline after she ripped out my fingernails. Fuck you, Chastity. Fuck off.
"Noah is jealous," Angeline says with a conviction I didn't know she had. "He is jealous because you are very good. Noah is rude. Do you hear how he curses? You do not curse, do you, my pet?"
Chastity shakes her head fast. "No. I... it makes me feel weird. I get nervous. I don't mind if Noah does, though." Slow and quiet, she adds, "It's kind of sexy."
Angeline looks startled at that. I don't know why the fuck she's so startled. I'm a sexy fucking guy, you know? Bitches love me. I mean, they hate me first, yeah, but after they hate me, I'm not so bad. I'm a pretty goddamn fucking nice asshole, all things considered. Sometimes. I sell these chicks to other guys, sure, but after they shut the fuck up and do what I tell them to do, I calm the fuck down a little and treat them a tiny bit nicer. Just a tiny bit, because I don't want them getting any fucked up ideas.
Chastity's always had fucked up ideas, though. Blah blah, Noah, I love you, blah blah. Fuck you, Chastity. You stupid whore.
I like how Angeline likes her, though. I like how they can kind of get along. It's a little fucked up, but it's cute and nice in its own fucked up way. Sometimes you need to take what you can get. The world isn't a good place, so sometimes you need to make as many parts of it as good as you can, or else it'll fucking destroy you.
"Noah, do you wish to wash Chastity's hair?" Angeline asks me.
"Fuck no," I say.
This bitch doesn't quit. "Noah," she repeats, more forceful. "Please, will you wash Chastity's hair with me?"
"I don't wash people's hair," I say. "Look how much fucking hair I have, love? Takes like two fucking seconds to wash it. That's it. That's how much hair washing I do."
It doesn't even fucking matter. She's forcing Chastity on me. Apparently I'm washing some dumb bitch's hair today. Today is a day of new fucking things.
Angeline sits next to me while she maneuvers Chastity in front of me. There's varied steps or seats or whatever the fuck you want to call them in this bathtub. It's like a fucking jacuzzi, remember? Round, huge, maybe it even has jets for bubbles. I don't fucking know. I'm sitting on a higher up step, but Angeline brings Chastity to the one in front of me. Now I've got some dumb blonde chick sitting in front of me with soap in her hair.
Angeline guides my hands to Chastity's head and shows me how to wash her hair. I'm not a fucking idiot, and I know how to wash hair, but I don't want to do this shit. What the fuck?
I do it anyways, because the faster we finish up, the quicker I can fuck the shit out of the beautiful bitch next to me. Right? I think that's how this works. Who the fuck knows?
While I'm scrubbing Chastity's golden fucking locks, Angeline covertly sneaks her hand between my legs and starts stroking my cock. Fucking hell...
Really hard to complain about that, though. You want to complain about getting a handjob? What the fuck is wrong with you? Angeline is seriously fucking masterful with her hands, too. She's good at this. I fucking love her.
I'm hard. I was hard before and now I'm harder. I can't wait to fuck her. I just can't fucking wait. I'm in a daze. Fuck. Why is Chastity here? I will fuck you in this bathtub, Angeline. I consider it, too. Just push Chastity to the side, grab Angeline's hips, and have at it right here. You see this, Chastity? This is how you have really good fucking sex.
The girls are talking or some shit, and Angeline's hand is still on my cock, and then something happens. I don't know how the fuck I let this happen. Motherfucker. It happens, though.
Angeline helps Chastity stand while she's still stroking my cock, then Chastity backs up a little, a little more, sits the fuck back down, and impales her tight fucking college cunt with my cock. Who the fuck does this shit? There's no more hand, no more handjob. I am having sex, and it's with Chastity Fucking White.
Well, fuck.
"My pet has been very good today, Noah," Angeline says. "I will reward her."
"You're going to reward her by having me fuck the shit out of her?" I ask.
"You.... you don't have to," Chastity says. She's squirming and fidgeting. I flex my cock just to see what she does, and she starts to squirm and fidget even more. Fuck, this might be fun...
"Only now," Angeline says. "I will let you right now. You will not do it regularly."
"Reward," I say. "Got it."
What the fuck do you want me to say to that? I have permission.
Angeline's better. I'm not going to make some bullshit up and say that Chastity has another perfect pussy. There can be only one perfect pussy on this planet, and that perfect pussy belongs to Angeline, no ifs ands or buts about it.
What's nice about Chastity is it's like she's going to fu
cking break, though. She's like some porcelain doll. Every small fucking movement sends her teeth chattering. I'm not even going that fucking hard and she's squirming and writhing all over the fucking place. I pick up speed a little, and then I swear to fucking God she has an orgasm. What the fuck was that, thirty seconds? Fuck, this bitch is sensitive. I wasn't even getting started yet.
"Did you like that, pet?" Angeline asks. She's in front of both of us, Chastity sitting on my lap, and Angeline looming in front of us, watching. "Do you like Noah inside of you?"
Chastity nods fast. She nods and I can see her biting her bottom lip. Fuck.
"I want to bite you," Angeline says. "Noah, can I bite her?"
"I don't know if she can handle it," I say.
"N-no!" Chastity says. I'm just bouncing her in my lap now, pushing her up to another orgasm. This is kind of fun. "I can," she says. "I... I think I can."
"I will be gentle," Angeline says. "I will bite your lip. It will hurt and you will bleed but I will be gentle."
So they do that. I'd like to say it's as simple as that, but nothing’s fucking simple. The world is complex and fucked up. I don't know what the fuck to tell you there.
Angeline does bite Chastity's lip. Chastity screams out in pain, too. I start to bounce her in my lap and flex my cock a little more, letting her have some extra pleasure along with her pain. I move to stroke her clit, but there's something in the way.
It's Angeline's hand. This fucking beautiful bitch, the crazy psychotic woman I love, is helping me get this chick off. Holy fucking shit. I grab Chastity's thigh instead, one then the other, and pull them apart, giving Angeline easier access.
Angeline's gotten her blood, too. She has it, lip bitten, source of red lust, and she's taking full advantage of it. I don't know where the fuck this came from. Angeline kisses her pet, licking her lips—Angeline's and Chastity's—and shit is getting serious.
Look, Angeline is gorgeous. She's the most beautiful fucking woman I think I've ever laid eyes on. I think she's crazy, but I can't stop looking at her. Chastity isn't so bad, either. Chastity and Angeline kissing while I fuck Chastity and Angeline's stroking her clit?
Who the fuck am I and how the fuck did I get into this situation?
Chastity cums again. She clenches and spasms around my cock. Fuck, that's beautiful. Angeline's hand glides down to cup my balls and she starts squeezing them, too. Then back up, rubbing at Chastity's clit. Down, up, down, up. Kissing the chick in my lap.
Chastity cums. Again. Fuck. She really is sensitive, huh? Or excited? Fuck if I know. It's just like some nonstop fucking orgasm over here. Once she comes down from her ecstatic high, that's it, though.
"You are done, pet," Angeline says. "Noah is mine now."
Angeline pulls her pet off of my lap, guides her towards the edge of the tub, hands her a towel, and shoves her out. It's a nice shove, I guess. Nice enough. I don't fucking care. I have my beautiful fucking gorgeous bitch climbing into my lap. We're face to face, cock to cunt, pressed as tight against each other as possible.
I move down into the water a little so I have a better position to fuck the shit out of her. I'm already inside of her, but, fuck, I am so fucking ready. Ready, and...
Fuck.
"Condom," I point out.
Angeline pouts at me. She looks really sad. I don't know what to say to that. I'm pretty fucking sad about it, too.
"A little," Angeline says. "We will for a little and then we will get out and get one."
"Sure," I say. What the fuck else do you want me to say?
I'm too fucking pent up, though. I can't do this. I want to fucking slam into her relentlessly, but her little pet stunt screwed me up, and now I just want to blow my fucking load inside of something. Preferably inside of Angeline, but that's not going to fly. She'll fucking kill me. I will be dead. This bathwater will be red with my blood.
I tell her as much. "I need to fucking cum, love. I can't keep this up much longer."
"No," she says. "Please."
I try to remove her from my lap, but she clings to my neck and kisses me hard. I hear her saying something that sounds like "No, no, no" through our lips, but I don't even fucking know. She's riding me now, up, down, I don't have a fucking choice. I am being forcefully taken advantage of here. I'm not a fucking pogo stick, love. Shit...
This is possibly the stupidest thing I've ever done in my entire life, because I'd like nothing more than to empty the contents of my balls into her perfect cunt, but I just can't fucking do that. I stand up, somehow walking to the side of the tub while Angeline slams herself down on me, legs wrapped around my waist, and then I step onto the tiled floor. She's still going. This bitch will not stop fucking me. She's like some erotic gymnast, what the fuck?
It takes all my strength to peel her off of me. I put her on the ground and hold her at arm's length. She looks like she's going to bite the fuck out of me. Sprinting, I run to the bed, reach the bedside table, rip open a condom wrapper, and somehow manage to slide it down my cock before Angeline is on me again. I just die. I quit. Fuck this. Fuck off. Life isn't worth it. I don't know what the fuck I did to deserve this.
I fill that fucking condom to the brim, but Angeline doesn't stop. No, of course fucking not. I do not think this is normal sexual behavior. A man needs some time. Refraction period or whatever the fuck that's called. Angeline doesn't give a fuck.
Well, fuck her. I toy with her clit, which seems to do it. She's over the edge, still slamming down onto me. It's like we're fucking clapping in here, except it's the backs of her thighs and her ass smacking against the fronts of mine and my hip. Smack, clap, smack, clap. Holy shit.
Chastity's standing near the bathroom, haphazardly wrapped in a towel, watching us. I don't even fucking know what to say about that one. Get the fuck away, Chastity, this bitch is dangerous.
Neither of us can keep it up for much longer. I'm not even doing anything at this point. I'm holding on for dear life. Angeline's hips are in my hands. She's cumming, squeezing, fucking me. I cum again. No fucking clue. This condom is extra-filled now, double the pleasure, double the fun, I guess?
And that's it. We collapse. Angeline's laying on top of me, breathing fast. I don't know how I'm still breathing. I think I might be dead. Probably not, but I think I might be.
"Thank you," she says.
She being Chastity. She's standing in the middle of the room, wrapped in a towel, thanking us. I don't know what the fuck for.
Angeline smiles at her. It's a nice smile. Her eyes look happy. She's not dead inside right now. I like it.
"Noah, thank you for my gift," she says. Then she adds, "You do not do that with her unless I say, though. You will not, right? You love me?"
"Yeah," I say, laughing. Fuck, when's the last time I laughed? I don't even know how to do this shit. I don't know what the fuck I'm doing. "I won't. I love you, Angel."
"You called me Angel," she says. "Is it because you remember?"
"I don't know how I forgot," I say.
"I love you, too, Noah."
I fall asleep. This is dangerous. I don't know if I trust Chastity, first off. Yeah, I gave the bitch some orgasms, but that's not a good reason to trust someone. Actually it's a pretty fucking bad reason if you ask me.
I guess it's fine. I wouldn't generally say this, but I say it because I wake up a little later. Angeline and Chastity are up. I'm on the bed. Fuck it, I'm staying here. I'm sleeping.
They're getting pajamas. Shit. Pink, blue, and yellow. Who the fuck gets the pink ones? Yeah, fuck off. I don't understand this shit. I'm pink, Angeline's blue, Chastity's yellow. Looks nice on her, too. Matches her hair. She's got this cute little tanktop thing. Kind of fucking adorable. Angeline helps her dress. Angeline is fucked up. It's like Chastity is a doll or something. I guess she's taking this pet shit seriously.
I fall back asleep. It's even worse when I wake up. They put the pink pajamas on me, yeah. And now it's night. We're sleeping. Angeline's cuddled agains
t me, her head on my chest, lips parted slightly. I squeeze her tight and lean forward to peck at her lips.
Chastity's in bed with us. I don't know why the fuck she's in bed with us, but she is. She's cuddled against Angeline. It's oddly fucking cute is what it is.
I squeeze Angeline tight and kiss her again, then fall back asleep. I could get used to this shit. Cuddling is nice as fuck. I've never really cuddled before. I like it.
I love you, Angeline.
(Day Thirty)
*** Angeline
My pet is helping me. I like her. I did not think she would be a good pet, but she is. She is good. She is nice, too. We are friendly to one another now. Is my pet my friend? I do not know yet. Noah is my friend, but I love him, and that is different. I like my pet, but I do not love her.
I give her to Noah sometimes, but not often. If she is very good. I liked that she gave me her fingernail, and so I let Noah have her then. That is all. Noah's blood tastes better, but my pet's blood is good, too. I like them both.
Her name is Chastity White. I like that name. It sounds sweet and soft. Is my name sweet and soft? Do you like my name, Noah?
"You can paint yours," I say to Chastity. We are sitting at my cosmetics desk.
"How do I do it?" she asks. She has her pinky fingernail in her hand, the one I removed for her, and an array of nail polishes in front of her.
"However you like," I say. I am teaching her. I feel special and important. "See, these are mine from a long time ago. This is how I painted them."
Careful, I open the jewelry box with the bracelet I have given to Noah in it. I show her the fingernails that are painted; a church's stained glass windows, moving to a sunrise, and then a sunset, ten of them all circling the bracelet and latched in. It is beautiful. It is beautiful and it is for Noah and I love it.
I have another bracelet, too. This one is mine. I have Noah's fingernails and I will paint them and wear this. We can wear ours together like a matching pair. That will be nice, right Noah?