Red Zone Offense
It was nothing, really. That’s what Agatha wanted to say, but the problem was there was no one there who wanted to listen.
And the worst part about it was it had been minor, too, right up until she’d done it.
It had been a bunch of her and her friends. Alice and Annette were there but those two were always with her. April was there, too, but she was a bit young. Trying to hang out with the older girls. And Brittany was there. She wanted to be like the rest of them, but in the end, she knew her place. In the end, she was still just a Brittany.
And of course, there were boys. They really weren’t with their group, but there were always boys hanging around when her and her friends went out. It was only natural.
They’d gone out to a cafe. It was fun for the teens, sitting out there on the sidewalk. It was fun being out there watching the people go by and it was fun having people watch you as they went by as well.
It all started with a bunch of kids. They were playing in the street. They were kicking a ball around. That’s all. Just kid stuff and harmless, too. Harmless, that is, until the ball got away from the kids and everyone watched as the ball bounded down the street and suddenly, suddenly it bounded into an area that was off limits.
Everyone looked at the kids. Everyone looked at the ball. Everyone looked at each other and then they looked at the kids again.
“What’d you do that for?” demanded one of the bigger kids of the boy that kicked the ball.
“What’d I do what for?” asked the kicker.
“What’d you kick the ball in there for?”
“I didn’t. I kicked it to Alan and he missed it. It’s his fault.”
That drew a gasp from the onlookers. That was bad.
“Don’t go blaming it on Alan,” the bigger kid said. “It’s your fault.”
“It’s not my fault,” the kicker said in a voice that was starting to crack. “It’s not my fault. Alan didn’t catch it.”
“Don’t blame him,” the older boy said. “It’s your fault.”
The other boy was starting to cry. “It is not,” he cried. “It is not. It’s not my fault. It’s not.”
With all the other onlookers, Agatha just kept looking back and forth between the kids. It was clear to her that this wasn’t going well.
“You know that’s my ball, don’t you? You know I got it for my birthday.” The bigger kid gave the younger one a shove. “You know that, don’t you, Clyde?”
“I know it.”
The older boy gave the younger one a shove. “So why don’t you go get my ball, Clyde,” he said derisively.
“I can’t do that.”
“Why not?”
“You know why not. I can’t do it. It’s off limits.”
“So?”
“So I can’t do it.”
“If you don’t do it, I’m going to beat you up.”
There was little doubt in Agatha’s mind that the older boy was going to do exactly that but the younger boy was standing his ground. He didn’t care what the older boy was going to do to him, but he wasn’t going to go into a red zone just to chase after some stupid ball. Not and risk getting into trouble.
Agatha looked at the two boys. There was little doubt what was going to happen and then she looked at the ball. It was only just over the line. Maybe, she thought. Maybe.
Everyone was watching now as she walked to where the ball was. It was a bit more over the line, she thought, but not exactly out of reach. All she had to do was position herself just right.
It made her skin crawl to be this close to the red zone. One wrong step was all it would take. It would have been nice if someone with longer arms had volunteered for this but no one had.
She reached in. The ball was just right there. Almost in reach and almost out of reach. She stretched a little more and her fingers touched the ball before she had to pull back.
Once more, she eyed the ball. It was right there. It was so enticingly close. She positioned herself again and this time, she leaned over.
Her fingers touched the ball and then it was rolling towards her but she was off balance. She was teetering there. She tried to pull her body back.
It was only for an instant, but it was there for an instant. In that instant, her hand touched down.
She wasn’t even sure if anyone had seen it. If it hadn’t been her own hand, she might not have been sure of it herself but then her body was pulling back and the ball was rolling towards her and out of the red zone.
Everyone, it seemed, had been holding their breath and when the ball rolled free, everyone, it seemed, let go in a collective sigh of relief.
Agatha picked up the ball and she brought it back to the kids. She stood in front of the bigger boy. “What do you say?” she asked.
“Thank you.”
Agatha shook her head. “That’s not what I meant. What do you say to your friend here?”
The boy stood mute.
“Look. You know what to say so say it.”
Still, the boy said nothing.
“Tell your friend you’re sorry or so help me I’ll toss this ball so far back into the red zone that you’ll never get it back.”
“You wouldn’t do that, would you?”
“I don’t know. It all depends on you. So what do you say?”
The boy looked at his ball and then he looked back at his friend. “Sorry,” he said grudgingly.
“You think that’s good enough?” Agatha asked.
The boy just shrugged.
“I think it’s good enough,” Agatha said and with that, she handed the boy the ball. “Here you go,” she said. “Now get out of here.”
The boy took the ball and then he and his friends took off as fast as they could possibly go.
With the excitement for the day finally over, Agatha and her friends returned to the cafe. “I can’t believe you did that,” Alice said when the girls were finally seated again.
“I know I wouldn’t have done it,” Annette said.
Agatha laughed somewhat subconsciously. “You know, I can’t believe I did it either. I just kind of went on instinct.”
“Well, I guess it worked out okay,” April said.
“Yeah,” Annette agreed.
And really, what more could be said than that.
It was around one in the morning when the secret police came. They didn’t bother knocking. They just broke the door down and they entered her parent’s house.
Daddy came out with fire and fury but as soon as he saw who it was, he quickly backed down. “What’s the meaning of this?” he asked.
“Why don’t you ask her?” the leader of the raiding party said with a nod towards the man’s daughter.
“Agatha? What’s she got to do with anything? She’s a good girl.”
“That’s not what we’ve been told,” said the leader of the raiding party.
“Agatha,” her mother said. “What is this?”
“I don’t know, mom,” and really, she didn’t. By that time, she’d forgotten all about the incident with the ball.
“You need to come with us, Miss.”
“I’ll get my clothes.”
“No, ma’am.”
That stopped the girl. “What did you say?”
“Our orders were to get you and to bring you however you were. You will not be getting any clothes.”
Mommy looked at Daddy and Daddy looked at Mommy. Whatever it was, this certainly sounded bad.
But whatever it was, Agatha knew better than to try and argue it. She just shrugged. “All right,” she said. “I’ll go.”
“Where are you taking her?” Daddy asked.
“I’m sorry, sir, but I’m not at liberty to say.”
“But how can we visit her?” Mother asked.
“I’m sorry, ma’am, but I’m sure I don’t have the answer to that. If you’d like my advice, I wouldn’t even bother to try.”
“But she’s our daughter.”
“Yes, ma’am. I know, but that’s just my advice.”
She was sitting in a darkened room. Well, it was a darkened room except for the bright light that was shining in her face. “Your name is Agatha Rittenhauer,” said a voice from somewhere behind the light. “Is that correct?”
Agatha was scared enough already that it wasn’t an act when she responded with a timid, little voice. “Yes, sir,” she said.
“Do you know why you’re here?”
“No, sir.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure. I don’t know why I’m here.”
“You don’t know why you’re here? Not even an inkling?”
Agatha shook her head. “I don’t know,” she said.
“Perhaps I should refresh your memory then. Do you recall where you were at 4:37 this past afternoon?”
“4:37 I was ... I was out of school. Some friends and mine were at a cafe, and ...”
“That’s not entirely correct.”
“Huh? What isn’t?”
“You and your friends weren’t exactly at the cafe at 4:37, were you?”
“Yes, we were.”
“We know you weren’t and now you lie to us. How dare you.”
“But I was at the cafe.”
“No. We were there.”
“Don’t lie to us. You were watching some kids play ball and then what happened?”
Agatha remembered. “One of the boys kicked the ball and—”
“And what?”
“And it went into a red zone.”
“And then what happened?”
Agatha said nothing.
“And then what happened?” the man asked again.
“They were going to get into a fight,” Agatha whimpered.
“So?”
“So I wanted to help them out?”
“So?”
“I didn’t go into the zone.”
“No?”
“I just reached for the ball.”
“And?”
“And that’s all I did.”
“Is it?”
“Yes.”
“Is it really?”
“Yes, I told you. That’s all I did.”
“You didn’t put your hand down?”
“But ... but that was only for a moment.”
“Oh, so it’s okay if it’s only for a moment?”
“No, but—”
“But what?”
“It was only for a moment.”
“You realize the importance of your name, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“What is it?”
“My name begins with an A.”
“And that means?”
Agatha said nothing.
“It means that you were selected at birth. It means the computers read your DNA and the computers decided you were supposed to be the best.”
“Uh huh.”
“It means you’re supposed to be held to a higher standard. It means when people hear your name, they know you’re the best. You’re not a Betty or a Catherine or a Debbie or something lower. You’re an Agatha. You’re supposed to be the best.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Not yet, but you will be.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
The man didn’t say anything but then he didn’t have to because the chair in which Agatha was sitting suddenly flared to life and before the girl even had a chance to realize what was happening to her, she was rendered unconscious.
When she awoke, she was strapped to a chair and there were wires and electrodes circling her head. The room was brightly lit and had the look and feel of some sort of medical facility.
“She’s awake,” someone said.
Agatha was terrified. Her hands pulled at the restraints and when that didn’t produce any results, she pulled even harder with the same results.
“There’s no point in struggling,” she heard a man say and then she realized that this man’s voice was the same one as her interrogators.
The man was speaking again. “It would probably be kinder if we could do this while the subject was still unconscious but as it so happens, we’re not really in the business of being kind, and besides, we need you to know why we’re doing what we’re doing.”
“What are you doing?”
“We’re making an example?”
“Making an example?”
“That’s right. Making an example. The rules are the rules but they cease being the rules if people think there can be exceptions. That’s what you thought. It was only for a moment, you said. Well, a moment is still a moment too long and people have to know this.”
“What are you going to do to me?”
“We’re going to give you a name change.”
Agatha didn’t like the way this was going at all. A person’s name was everything. It was a measure of a person’s status in society. It was how a person was ranked. It was everything. She’d heard that a person could have their name changed but it wasn’t easy and usually, you had to do something really good or really bad to warrant that. A red zone offense wasn’t in that category. What were they going to name her, she wondered.
“What are you going to name me? Something in the Bs maybe?”
“We were thinking a little bit farther down than that.”
Farther down than that. He couldn’t be serious. It was only for a moment. “What are you going to name me?”
The man didn’t say anything but instead, the machine that up until that moment had been dormant flared to life and the electrodes attached to her skull were not longer passive.
At first, it felt like there was an electric surge traveling across the skin of her scalp, jumping from electrode to electrode, but as time progressed, the feeling changed. It wasn’t just traveling along the skin. It was actually traveling through her brain and Agatha could almost swear that something was happening inside her mind.
Agatha could swear something was disappearing from inside her mind. No, that wasn’t right. Something was disappearing but something was being added too. The only thing was whenever she tried to focus on either one, she found whatever she thought she knew was elusively slipping away.
Whatever it was stopped almost as quickly as it had started and the girl was left in a dazed state.
“How do you feel?” her interrogator asked.
“I ... um ... what did you do to me?”
“You know what we did. What’s your name?”
“My name. You know what my name is?”
“Yeah, but do you know what your name is?”
“Of course I know what my name is.”
“What is it then?”
“My name is ... Xena.” No wait. That wasn’t right. That wasn’t her name. “My name,” she said again, “my name is ... Xena.”
Oh my God. No. It couldn’t be. Names that started with an X were ...
No, it couldn’t be.
Names that started with an X were only good for one thing.
The funny thing was she could still remember who she was.
Her name was ... Xena.
No. That was wrong but the more she thought about it, the more she could feel ... oh God no ... the more she could feel something else creeping into her personality.
“You’re free to go,” her interrogator said.
Go, the girl thought. Where was she supposed to go?
The weird thing was she could still remember what she’d been before, back when she’d been ... Xena.
No. That wasn’t her name. Her name was ...
Xena.
The girl couldn’t help but groan. That wasn’t right but the more she kept saying that, the more right it felt.
“You’re free to go,” the interrogator said again.
“Where am I supposed to go?”
“I don’t really care. Just go.”
The girl looked down at herself and she realized she was still wearing the clothes she’d worn to bed. “I can’t ... I can’t go out like this,” she said.
“Hmm. You’ve got a point there. Wait here.”
Wait here, the girl thought. Where the hell else was she going to go?
The minutes dragged on and still, the man hadn’t returned. On the one hand, she was wondering where he was but on the other hand, she was content to wait. She knew she hadn’t always been that way. She knew that before the ... before the whatever it was that they’d done to her ... she knew that she wouldn’t have been so content to wait, but now, now it was like she’d been told to wait, so she was content to wait.
It was nearly an hour before the man returned. “Still here,” he said.
“You told me to wait.”
“I know I did and you waited. That’s a good girl. You like doing what you’re told, don’t you?”
She did like that, the girl realized but why did she like it. She’d been raised to be a leader but now it was just so easy to let someone else make the decisions for her.
“I brought you some clothes.”
“Thank you.”
Clothes was a bit of a misnomer. All the man had brought her was a pair of tight, little spandex shorts, a top that was also made of spandex, a wispy, little thong of some underwear and a pair of five inch heels. “What’s this?” she asked.
“Your clothes.”
But I can’t wear these. That was what she’d meant to say but instead, she just slipped her nightie off. “No bra?” she asked.
“You’re not going to need it.”
What had he meant by that, she thought but in the next instant, she realized he was probably right. It would just get in the way of what she really wanted.
No wait, but really, what was there to wait for? She put her clothes on.
The man took her nightie and he put it in a bag. “I gave you a few extras,” the man said, “but now, you really have to go.”
The girl nodded and she was led out of the building and then unceremoniously, she was dumped out on the street. “Remember,” the man told her just before he let her go, “the rules apply to everyone and they apply to everyone all the same all the time.”
She felt so exposed in her new clothing. She could see people looking at her as they walked by and in spite of herself, she couldn’t help but feel how hot it was to have them look at her like that and that was a bad thing, she told herself, or at least she thought it was but she just wasn’t sure.
So where was she to go?
Almost as soon as she asked herself that, she knew the answer. Back home to mom and dad. She certainly still wasn’t the same girl who’d left their house a few short hours ago but they were still her parents and it was still the only place she had to go and somehow, they’d get through this.
Getting there was another thing altogether. They’d given her some clothes but they hadn’t given her any money and she had no idea how she was supposed to get there.
Almost as if in answer to her needs, a car pulled up to the curb and a man leaned over. “You need a ride?” he asked.
“As a matter of fact, I do.”
“Where you going?”
“1219 Westminster Street.”
“Westminster, huh? I’m going that way. Hop in.”
The girl climbed into the boy’s car. She couldn’t believe her luck. She just hoped her luck would hold up.
“What’s your name?” the man asked as he pulled away from the curb.
“Xena.” She hadn’t meant to say that but it had just come out.
“Xena, huh?”
“Yeah.”
“You spell that name with an X or a Z?”
“With an X.” Why had she answered him like that?
“With an X, huh?”
Xena nodded.
“Is it true what they say about you X girls?”
“I don’t know. What do they say?”
The man just looked at her as if he was trying to decide if she was really serious or if she was just trying to be coy with him. It was clear he still hadn’t made up his mind.
For her part, Xena said nothing. She was hoping maybe she could bluff her way out of this.
“You know what,” the man said.
“What?”
“I think someone needs to suck my cock.”
Xena couldn’t help herself. She found herself suddenly looking between the man’s legs. She hadn’t meant to, but ...
“What about it,” the man asked. “You up for a little extracurricular activity?”
No, she told herself. No, but already her hand was stretching out and then she was stroking the front of his pants.
No, she tried to tell herself but already, her hand could feel the man’s dick and then she was taking his zipper down.
No-o-o-o-o-o.
Mmm, it felt good to wrap her fingers around the man’s cock and then she was pulling his cock out into the light.
“Geez, baby,” the man said. “Look at you go.”
But Xena wasn’t even listening to him. Already, she was leaning down. This was hot, she told herself. This was hot, sucking a guy while he drove his car. Damn. This was good. This was so fucking good.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned.
Oh God, yes. This was what she wanted. She wanted to make him cum. She wanted to make him cum while he drove his car.
“Oh fuck.”
He was close. Xena wasn’t even sure how she knew it. She just knew he was close and she was sure she was right. She knew he was close.
“Oh fuck.”
He was cumming. He was cumming in her mouth and Xena just couldn’t help herself. She had to keep sucking that cock. She had to keep sucking and swallowing. Oh yeah. It just tasted so good. It just felt so right.
“Oh fuck.”
Xena’s hand grabbed the man’s cock about its base and her tongue started to lick again.
“Hold on,” the man groaned. “Hold on. No ... no more.”
Xena looked up.
“No more,” the man groaned. “Fuck. No more. I almost lost control of the car a couple of times there. Did you know that?”
Xena shook her head.
“Fuck, I can’t believe it.”
Xena was thinking pretty much the very same thing even if it wasn’t exactly for the same reason. She couldn’t believe it. She couldn’t believe she’d done what she’d done. Maybe it was true, she told herself. Maybe it was true what they said about X girls. But no, it couldn’t be. It really couldn’t be.
“We’re almost there,” the man said.
“Huh?”
“We’re almost there. We’re on Westminster Street right now.”
The girl poked her head up. Oh my God. He was right. They were in her neighborhood and here she was with some guy’s cum on her lips. She should feel embarrassed about that. Well, she was embarrassed just a little, but not as embarrassed as she probably should have been.
And oh my God. There was her house. She swallowed what she could and then wiped the rest of it off of her lips. That would have to do, she told herself.
The man pulled to the curb. “We’re here,” he said.
Xena wondered what her mom and dad must have been thinking. They must have absolutely been beside themselves at what had happened to her and probably the worst part was the not knowing. It wasn’t even like you could go raise a fuss abut your daughter being hauled off in the middle of the night because that might make things worse so the only thing you could do was wait.
The man handed her a business card.
“What’s this?” the girl asked.
“My card.”
“Your card? What for?”
“My girlfriend hates sucking cock. She won’t do it no matter how much I ask her but you, you’re great, so I’ll make a deal with you. You want a ride, you just give me a call, and all it will cost you is another blow job and if you want other things, I’m sure there’s other favors you can do as well. How’s that sound?”
That was disgusting. It was repugnant and Xena had every intention of throwing the card back in the man’s face, but she didn’t. “That’s sweet,” she cooed and then moments later, she’d wondered why she’d said that.
“Just keep me in mind, okay?”
“I will,” she assured him. “I’ll give you a call.”
“Cool,” the man said. “Lookin’ forward to it,” and with that, the man pulled away from the curb.
What the hell was the matter with her, the girl wondered as she walked up the path to her parent’s house. Whatever it was, one thing at least was finally right. At least she was finally home.
She knocked on the door and then she waited and when there wasn’t any answer, she knocked again, and when there still wasn’t an answer, she knocked yet again
Damn. She’d hardly expected that. Maybe her parents were out trying to find out where she was. She’d just thought that when she got here, they’d be home.
Okay, so if they weren’t here, what was she going to do until they got home?
And almost immediately, as soon as she asked herself that, she knew the answer. Alice lived only a couple doors down. She’d go down the street and she’d see if her friend was home and if she was, she’d ask her friend if she could borrow some real clothes.
She knocked on Alice’s door and just as with her parents, there wasn’t an answer. What the hell was going on, the girl wondered. Wasn’t anybody home? She knocked again.
And that’s when the door opened.
Finally, the girl thought. Finally. She was finally catching a break.
“Can I help you?”
“Alice. It’s me.”
“I can see that,” the other girl said but her voice didn’t seem to show any recognition. “What’d you say your name was?”
“Alice! It’s me. It’s your friend. It’s Xena.” She hadn’t meant to say that. She’d meant to say Agatha but that wasn’t what had come out.
“Xena, huh?” and to Xena’s chagrin, she’d actually responded to that new name. “Is that Xena with an X or with a Z?”
Xena couldn’t help but groan to herself. “It’s with an X,” she said.
“So what are you doing here?”
“Listen. Could I come in?”
Alice looked past the girl on her doorstep and Xena could guess why. She probably wanted to see if any of the neighbors were watching. “I guess,” she said finally and with that, she stood aside to let the other girl enter. “So why are you here?” she asked again.
“Alice, it’s me. You know ...” Xena stopped herself as she felt herself about to say her new name again. “I was ... I was wondering if I could borrow some clothes.”
It sounded lame. The girl knew it sounded lame but it seemed to be the best she could do.
Alice looked her over. She still didn’t seem to show any recognition though. “Okay,” she said. “Follow me.”
Finally. She was finally catching a break.
She followed Alice up to her room and it was only then that she realized that Alice wasn’t alone. “Who’s this?” asked Annette.
“She says her name’s Xena.”
“Xena, huh?”
“Yeah. At least that’s what she said her name was.”
“So why’s she here?”
“She said she wanted to borrow some clothes.”
“Did she now?”
“Yeah, but I think she really wants something else.”
“Yeah? What?”
“I think she came here to eat our pussies.”
“So why are you locking the door. You don’t think she’s going to try to get away, do you?”
“No. I just don’t want my parents coming home and barging in on us.”
Xena couldn’t believe the turn this had suddenly taken. She was stunned. This wasn’t what she’d wanted at all and yet she found herself unable to object.
“So what about it,” Annette asked. “You want to do some pussy licking?”
“Sure.”
Sure? What kind of answer was that? That wasn’t what she’d meant to say at all.”
“Well all right. Let’s get to it then.”
What the—
“Why don’t you lift my skirt,” Alice said.
What the ... no, this was so wrong, and yet that was exactly what she was doing. She was lifting her friend’s skirt and she was running her hand over her friend’s panty-clad bottom.
“Look at Annette,” Alice murmured. “Look at what she’s doing with her pussy.”
Xena couldn’t help but look but her friend was sitting on Alice’s bed and she had a hand up under her own skirt and she was rubbing her panties against her pussy and Xena couldn’t help but keep right on looking.
“It looks like you like that, don’t you?”
“Yeah,” Xena moaned and it was only then that she realized what she’d just said.
“Would you like Annette to take off her panties?”
“Yes,”
“You heard her,” Alice told her friend. “Xena here wants to see your pussy.”
That was all it took to get Annette to remove her panties.
“Do you like her pussy?” Alice asked.
Xena couldn’t help but nod. What the hell was the matter with her, Xena wondered.
“Would you like to lick her pussy?”
Again, Xena nodded. She wasn’t even sure why. She just knew that that was what was expected of her and she knew she didn’t want to disappoint.
“If you want to see her pussy, you have to take your clothes off first, so go ahead. Take your clothes off.”
That was all it took to start Xena to removing her clothes and considering how little she’d started out with, it wasn’t long before she was completely naked.
“Now you can lick her pussy,” Alice said.
Xena crawled up onto the bed and then she was crawling between the other woman’s legs.
“You know what you need to do,” Alice said.
Xena tugged on her friend’s panties and it only took a couple of pulls to get those panties free and then she was sliding those panties down her legs and then sliding those panties past Annette’s feet and then her mouth was back and she was sliding between Annette’s legs.
“Oh yeah,” Annette moaned as Xena’s tongue found her pussy.
“You like that,” Alice cooed. “You like licking that pussy.”
Oh my God, Xena thought. Oh my God. She did like it and now that she was here, now it was just so hard to stop.
“That’s it,” Alice cooed and now Xena could feel her fingers between her legs. “That’s it. Eat that pussy.”
Xena couldn’t help but moan against Annette’s pussy. Oh my God, she thought. Oh my God. That was so hot.
And then there was something else. It wasn’t just fingers between her legs but now there was something else pressed up against her pussy and Xena couldn’t help but moan all over again.
She was being used. Xena knew that but that was okay. After all, her name began with the letter X. It was what she was there for. She moaned again. And besides, there was just something so hot about being used.
“Oh fuck,” she moaned as that tongue found the spot and then almost at the same time, her tongue was doing the same to the other girl and if the way Annette’s hips were moving was any indication, the girl must have liked what Xena’s tongue was doing to her.
It was some time later when Xena finally left her friend’s house. Well, perhaps friend wasn’t exactly the right word. Not anymore at least. Friend denoted something of an equal and she hardly considered herself an equal anymore. Plaything maybe was a closer description of what she was.
The girl shook her head. That wasn’t right, she told herself. That wasn’t what she was. It was what they were trying to make her think she was but just because they’d given her a new name, that didn’t mean that was actually what she was.
Her parents had to be home by now or at least Xena hoped they were. She went back to their house and she knocked on the door.
Someone was inside. She was sure of that because she was sure she could hear someone moving about and then the door opened and there was her mother.
“Mom!”
“Excuse me.”
“Mom. It’s me.”
“I’m sorry. Do I know you?”
“Mom! That’s not funny.”
“I’m sorry, dear. I think you must have the wrong person,” and that’s when a man came up behind her mother.
“Daddy!”
“Do you know this girl,” the woman said.
“Never saw her before,” the man said.
“She certainly seems to know you.”
“It’s like I told you though, I never saw her before.”
“Me neither,” said the woman. “I think you got the wrong house, honey,” and with that, she shut the door in the face of a very astonished Xena.
Xena couldn’t help but stare at the now closed door. What the hell was going on here. Why didn’t her parents recognize her ... or maybe they did, she thought. Maybe they knew they were being watched. Maybe they were just pretending not to know her.
Xena shook her head. But even if that were the case, couldn’t they have said something? They really looked like they didn’t recognize her.
Well, her mom did but her dad, was it just her imagination or had she seen something there. She had to find out.
She left but didn’t go far. If she knew her mom, she’d be leaving soon to go to the store so she went down the street and she watched and sure enough, it wasn’t long before her mother got in her car and drove off.
She walked back to the house and once more she knocked on the door and it wasn’t long before the door opened.
“Daddy,” she said.
“I’m sorry but do I know you?”
“Daddy. It’s me. It’s Xena.”
“Xena, huh?”
She hadn’t meant to say that. She’d meant to say ... what? She’d meant to say ...
“Is that Xena with an X?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Well, I suppose you ought to come inside then. We wouldn’t want people to get the wrong idea, would we?”
Finally. It was about time but she was finally catching a break. She stepped inside the house and the man closed the door behind her.
“You know, I like it when you call me, Daddy. Did you know that?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“I like it when you say that, too. I like it when you say, yes, Daddy, so why don’t you keep saying that.”
“Yes, Daddy. I will.”
“Now why don’t you follow me to the bedroom.”
“What?!”
“What are you supposed to say?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“You’re going to follow me to the bedroom.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good then. Let’s go.”
Oh my God. This was so wrong and yet she couldn’t help herself. She wanted to do what she’d been told to do.
“You want to take off your clothes, don’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Well, don’t let me stop you then. Take the clothes off.”
This was wrong, the girl told herself. This was wrong and yet ...
Off came her top and of course she still wasn’t wearing her bra. Off came her little spandex shorts and then off came her tiny, little panties.
“You have a beautiful body.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“I think you ought to get on the bed,” the man said. “Why don’t you get on the bed.”
“Yes, Daddy,” and with that, the girl climbed onto the bed.
“I think someone needs to play with herself. What do you think?”
“I think so, too, Daddy.”
“Well, let’s see you do it.”
Xena let her hand slide between her legs. It was so easy to play with her pussy even as the other hand played with her titties and even as the man started to remove his clothes.
His hand stroked his cock even as he watched the girl play with her pussy. “You know, you have a nice body. You know that, don’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“It looks like someone needs to get her pussy fucked.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Open those legs then and tell me what you want to do.”
Xena opened her legs. “Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me.”
The man positioned his cock between her legs and then he pushed it into her wet and waiting pussy. The man groaned. “Fuck, that’s good,” he groaned. “So nice and tight. You like this, don’t you. You like to get fucked.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Oh my God. So nice. So tight.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Oh my God. I’m going to cum.”
“I want you to, Daddy. I want you to cum in my pussy.”
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned. “Oh fuck. Here it cums.”
“Yeah, Daddy. Yeah.”
“Are you cumming, too?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“That’s a good girl,” the man said. “You know what? I like you.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“That’s why I’m going to help you out.”
“You’re going to help me, Daddy?”
The man nodded. “If you come back around and my wife’s not around, I’ll fuck you again and again and again. Just make sure my wife’s not around though. How’s that sound?”
“I’d like that, Daddy.”
The man grinned. “I kind of thought you would. Now get yourself dressed and let’s get you dressed before my wife gets home.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
It wasn’t that much later before Xena found herself out on the street. Her life had changed radically in just the past 24 hours and it was just for a little, tiny offense, but even small infractions, it seemed, could have rather large consequences.