Rigid
Chapter 7
It was the helmet, Dori knew. It was the helmet that was making her do this. It was making her want to fuck just like it was doing with her friend, Heidi, but all she had to do was to resist. All she had to do was not put it on.
The problem was she did want to put it on. She wanted to put it on so very badly. It had been over a week since she’d last worn the helmet and she felt like she was losing something. She still had these urges, the urges to give in to something hard and rigid, but the urges weren’t as intense as they had been before and Dori couldn’t help but feel that she was losing something, and it was something she didn’t want to lose.
Just don’t go over there, she told herself. Don’t go over to the Wecht’s house. Don’t put the helmet on.
But that was easier said than done and what if the urges didn’t really go away. What if they continued to fade but never really went away. Could she live with that. Could she live with the urges that were only just a pale reflection of what it was that she knew she’d once had. Could she do that?
Dori already knew the answer. She wanted the helmet. She wanted what it gave her and she didn’t care what it did to her. She wanted to put it on.
No, she told herself. No, you can’t have it. No, you have to fight it, and yet even as she tried to fight it, he could feel herself losing. She wanted to lose. It felt so good to lose. It felt so good to let the helmet let her be whatever it was it wanted her to be.
No, she told herself. No. Don’t go over there. Don’t go over there and don’t put the helmet on.
Of course, it wasn’t that simple. Heidi was her friend, her best friend. How could she avoid going over there.
Okay, maybe just for a moment, she thought.
No, dammit. No. Not even for a moment, because given half a chance, she knew what she’d do. Given half a chance, she knew she’d sneak into Heidi’s dad’s study and she knew she’d put the helmet on again. Actually, considering the way they now both were, Dori told herself, they’d probably be sneaking in together.
So just don’t go over there, she told herself. It was her only chance. Just don’t go over there.
But that was easier said than done. There seemed to be so many reasons why she should go over to Heidi’s house and her excuses for not going just sounded so lame to her. She wanted to go. She wanted to be controlled by the helmet.
Stop it, she told herself. Stop it. No. She didn’t want to be controlled by the helmet.
But the thing was she did. More than anything, she wanted to go over there and she wanted to let the helmet tell her what to do. There was just something so ... so right about that. She wanted to be told what to do.
But that was wrong. She shouldn’t want that, and yet every time she tried to tell herself that, she just couldn’t seem to make herself believe it.
She thought about telling someone but who would she tell. Who would believe her, and worse yet, what if someone did believe her? They’d take the helmet away and then she couldn’t put it on anymore and that was just something that couldn’t happen, so Dori kept her silence.
School had ended for the day and Dori found herself on her way home. Heidi said she was doing something after school and when Dori had asked her what, Heidi had smiled almost gleefully before she suddenly just turned evasive. “Something,” was all she’d say and Dori suddenly felt hurt. They were best friends. They shouldn’t be keeping secrets from one another, and yet there was no doubt about it. Heidi had a secret that she wasn’t going to tell. The last she’d seen of her friend, Heidi was heading back towards the phys ed part of the school, back where the coaches had their offices.
So Dori was headed home.
Only she wasn’t. This wasn’t her street, she realized. This was the street where Heidi lived so sheepishly, she turned her car around.
But still, as long as she was here.
No.
Why not?
Because Heidi’s not even home. No one’s even going to let you in.
That stopped her. She knew that. She knew Heidi wasn’t home. What the heck did she think she was going to do? Break into the house just so she could try out Mr. Wecht’s helmet again. Come on. That was stupid.
But if it was so stupid, why was she slowing down, and why was she pulling up to the curb in front of her friend’s house.
Dori got out of her car. This was stupid, she reminded herself, and yet she was walking to the door.
“Is Heidi home,” Dori asked when Mrs. Wecht answered the door.
Mrs. Wecht, of course, said no.
“We were supposed to meet after school,” Dori lied. “Do you know when she’s going to be back?”
Again, Mrs. Wecht said no.
“Would it be okay if I waited in her room,” Dori said. “I’m sure she’ll be here any moment now and I’d hate to have to go home and then have to come all the way back.”
Heidi’s mother looked at her daughter’s friend. From Dori’s way of looking at it, it was probably fifty-fifty on her chances and it wouldn’t have been that good except Heidi and her were such good friends, but then the woman stepped aside. “Sure,” she said. “Come on in.”
Dori was amazed but there she was walking down the hallway to her friend’s bedroom.
This was dumb, Dori told herself. Even if Mrs. Wecht didn’t know, she knew Heidi and her hadn’t said they were going to meet after school and she knew Heidi knew it, too, so if Heidi came home, what was going to happen. Was she going to be mad, suspicious, happy, or what?
To tell the truth, Dori thought, her and Heidi had been hanging out less together of recent. Ever since Heidi had had her first go with the helmet, she’d seemed somewhat distracted, and Dori could definitely understand that but it seemed as if her distractedness had gotten even more worse of late.
Dori waited in her friend’s bedroom until she was sure that Mrs. Wecht wasn’t watching her and then she crept back down the hall towards Heidi’s father’s study.
Dori took one last look before ducking into the study. There was the helmet, right where it had always been. She hadn’t realized just how much she needed that until she’d slipped inside the room, but the truth was she was excited and she knew it. She let herself drop into the office chair and she picked the device up. Here goes nothing, she told herself even as she put the helmet in place.
Dori’s face was already blank so she didn’t see the computer screen light up. She didn’t see the words “Program 3 beginning” write onto the screen and she definitely didn’t see the words, “Program hold” appear soon thereafter.
Dori sat there oblivious to everything until finally, the program resumed. She didn’t see the words “Programming complete,” but she didn’t have to. Consciousness came back to her and Dori finally removed the helmet.
“You know, the helmet was really designed for my daughter.”
Dori’s head swung around frantically, and there was Heidi’s dad, sitting there on the couch in his study. “C-c-colonel Wecht,” she stammered. “What are you doing here?”
The man didn’t smile. “I suppose I might ask you the same thing but I don’t think that would really be all that useful. We both know what you were doing here.”
“I-I-I was just—”
“Don’t lie to me.”
Yes, of course, Dori thought. Don’t lie. Of course. That made perfect sense, and besides, with Colonel Wecht there in his uniform, there was something else she was feeling, something between her legs.
“I designed that helmet for my daughter,” the man said again. I was sure she’d been sneaking into my office. It was supposed to give her a little bit better respect for authority. I never figured I might catch someone else instead. I suppose I owe her an apology.”
Dori said nothing. What could she say? She’d been caught red-handed.
“I had the hardest time figuring out what went wrong. The logs told me that the helmet was being used, but Heidi’s reactions hardly matched what I would have expected to see and then I came to two log files with almost identical time stamps so I put a hold program in there and I told it to call me the next time it was used.”
Dori had no idea what the man was talking about.
“You came in here first, didn’t you?”
Dori nodded. There was hardly a point in trying to deny it, and besides, there was something else at work, something she couldn’t quite put her finger on, but she wanted to impress the man. It was more than that. She didn’t just want to impress him. She needed to impress him.”
“Do you know why I really created the helmet?”
Dori shook her head.
“Heidi’s going to be moving out soon. She’s going to be going off to college and I’m not going to be around to guide her. I needed to make sure that even when I wasn’t around, that she had the proper respect for authority.”
Dori looked on blankly. She still didn’t understand.
“The more rigid the authority, the better.”
There was that word. Rigid. God, she loved that word.
“I didn’t get it at first,” the man said. “I really didn’t. It’s my fault but I just didn’t think that the word rigid could have different meanings.”
There was that word again. Dori fought back the urge to moan. Part of her wished he’d stop using that word because the way it made her feel every time he said it made it so hard to concentrate on what he was saying and instinctively, she knew she had to pay attention to what he said, and yet at the same time, there was another part of her that was hoping he’d keep on saying it precisely because of the way it made her feel.
“So I admit it,” the man said, “I made a mistake.”
What? Huh, the girl thought. Had she missed something.
“But it’s okay,” the man said, “because I’m going to make up for it.”
Make up for what?
“I’m going to send Heidi away,” her father said.
“What? Huh?”
“You heard me,” the man said. “I’m going to send Heidi away for the rest of this school year.”
“But why?”
“Because I can’t let her continue to be affected by the helmet that I built and because as long as it and her are together in the same house, I know she’ll be tempted just like you were.”
“But it’s not going to work,” Dori blurted out.
“What?”
It was so hard, Dori thought. It was so hard to go against what Heidi’s dad was telling her. At some level, she knew it was the helmet that was making her feel this way but it didn’t matter. It was just so hard, and yet ...
“You can’t do it,” she said. “You can’t do it because it won’t work.”
“And why is that?”
Why was that, Dori wondered. “Because she said. Because separating her from the helmet isn’t going to make her want it any less. I mean look at me. Sometimes, I find it so hard to think about anything else but getting a cock between my legs and I know the same’s true for her, too. She’s going to want to get a nice, hard cock no matter where you send her.”
“It’s a girls school.”
“That won’t matter,” Dori said. “Heidi will find a way. I know she will.”
“Yeah, so what do you recommend then?”
“Keep her here. Keep her here with me. I’ll help you. I’ll help you keep her under control.”
“You will, huh?”
Dori knew she was betraying her friend but it didn’t matter. What mattered was giving herself up to a man in authority. What mattered was doing what she was told. She nodded her head. “I’ll do whatever you want me to do.”
“You will huh,” the man said again.
Dori nodded. She’d always thought that Heidi’s dad was just so rigid but now, now that just seemed so hot.
It was the helmet that was making her feel this way and yet, so what if it was. Did that make those thoughts any less real. No, it didn’t. Heidi’s dad was a fucking hotty and Dori found herself waiting, waiting for something. No, not something, she told herself. She knew what she was waiting for. She needed Heidi’s dad to give her an order.
“Are you okay,” the man asked.
Dori nodded and yet even as she did, she knew what she really needed. She needed him to give her an order.
The man was still looking at her. “What’s wrong,” he asked finally.
Nothing was wrong, Dori couldn’t seem to open her mouth. She couldn’t seem to say what she needed to say.
“Just tell me what you want,” the man said.
Dori gasped. An order. Oh my God. He’d given her an order. Oh my God. Her pussy was so wet. He’d given her an order. Oh my God, she had to respond. She had to respond and she wanted to respond. “I want you to use me,” she said submissively.
“W-w-what?”
Dori moaned. It was easier to say now that it was out there in the open but did he really need her to say it again. Couldn’t he see what she needed. She needed someone rigid, someone like Heidi’s dad to come and tell her what to do and it made her so hot to need that. “I want you to use me,” she said again.
“You’re serious?”
Dori nodded. She was serious.
It seemed as if Heidi’s dad was looking at her in a whole new way. “You want someone to use you,” he asked, “someone like me?”
Dori nodded again.
“And you’re not going to tell?”
Once more, Dori nodded. She knew it was the helmet that was doing this to her but she knew it just didn’t matter. She knew what she wanted and she knew what she needed.
Heidi’s dad looked at her almost as if he was trying to decide just how much of this he was supposed to believe. “You want me to use you, huh? How about we put that to a test. Why don’t you take your top off and show me your tits.”
Dori didn’t bat an eye at the man’s request. She pulled her top over her head and she moved to take her bra off.
“No wait,” the man said and Dori stopped.
“Come here,” the man ordered and Dori approached him on the couch.
“Straddle my lap,” the man told her and again, Dori did as she was told.
“Play with your tits. Play with them and tell me you want to show me your tits.”
Dori fought back the urge to moan but her pussy was so wet. “I want to show you my tits.
His hands started at her back and then they worked their way slowly up her body. Dori could feel them rising higher and higher and then she felt them playing with the catches on her bra. One hook was undone and then the other was undone and suddenly, the man was sliding her bra off her shoulders.
“Do you like this,” the man asked. “Do you like showing me your tits?”
“Oh yeah,” the girl moaned. “Oh yeah, I love it.” What she didn’t tell him was that she’d love it even more if at the same time, she felt something nice and hard and rigid sliding up between her legs.
The man fondled her little tits and he sucked on first the one and then the other of them. “Do you like this,” he asked again.
“Oh yeah.”
“You do huh? You like it when I play with your tits?”
“Oh yeah.”
The man leaned in and pushed his mouth against her tits. “You like this,” he asked as he kissed first the one and then the other of her nipples.
“Oh yeah,” she moaned.
The man’s hands had her around the waist and it seemed almost as if he were trying to push her down onto his cock.
“Um, wait a minute,” Dori said. “Wait a minute. What are we doing?”
“We’re not doing anything that you don’t want to do,” the man told her.
“No, wait. I ... I ... I—”
“You what,” the man asked.
Dori moaned. She could feel the man’s cock through the crotch in her jeans.
“Tell me again,” the man said. “What do you want?”
The man didn’t have to push anymore because Dori was rubbing her jeans against the man’s cock. Her eyes were closed and her arms were draped around his shoulders. This was wrong, she kept telling herself and yet the more she told herself that, the more she kept pressing herself against the man’s cock.
“Tell me what you want,” the man said again.
She didn’t care if it was wrong. Dori knew what she wanted. “I want you to fuck me,” she told her friend’s father. “I want you to fuck me so bad.”
“You do, huh? That’s what you want?”
Dori moaned again. Her jeans continued to work their way across his laps. What was the matter with him. Couldn’t he see it. Couldn’t he see what she needed.
“That’s what you want,” the man said again.
Dori nodded. “That’s what I want,” she told the man. “I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me hard.”
“What’s that?”
“I want you to fuck me hard.”
“You want me to fuck you hard ... what?”
Dori looked at the man uncomprehendingly. She had no idea what the man wanted. All she knew was she wanted to feel his cock in her cunt.
“You call me sir from now on,” the man said.
What, Dori thought, and yet ... and yet, there was something that felt so right about it. There was something so right about calling him sir.
“Yes or no answers now. Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes,” and then almost without thinking, something else slid out. “Sir,” she added, and Dori could feel her pussy twitch.
“Do you want me to fuck you hard?”
“Yes ... sir.”
Dori moaned. It was easier to say that word. It was easier to say the word ‘sir’ and it made her so hot to say it.
“You like it rigid, don’t you?”
Dori moaned. There was that word. Rigid. She loved that word. “Yes, sir. I like it rigid.”
“You do, huh? You like it rigid?”
“Yes, sir.” Dori moaned again. She knew it had to be the helmet. She’d never called anyone sir before and yet now, now it just felt so real and so right and her pussy seemed to jump every time she uttered the word so she didn’t much care if the helmet did this to her or not.
“And I’ll bet you want me to cum inside you, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir.” No wait. No, she didn’t want that, did she.
“Tell me what you want again.”
“I want you to fuck me, sir. I want you to fuck me and I want to feel you cum inside me. I can’t wait to feel your cock inside me, sir.”
“That’s what you want?”
“Yes, sir,” Dori said. She could feel his cock even through the crotch of her jeans. “Yes, sir. That’s what I want.”
“Stand up.”
Dori panicked. She’d done something wrong. Why was he making her go away. “Why,” she asked.
The man’s voice suddenly got harder. “I said stand up,” the man said, “and when I tell you to do something, I expect you to do it.”
Dori scrambled to her feet. “Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.” She wasn’t sure why but when he spoke to her in that rigid type of tone, her insides just seemed to go all melty on her.
“Turn around,” the man ordered.
“Why?”
“Don’t argue with me,” the man said. “Do as you’re told, and remember to address me as sir.”
“Yes, sir. Sorry, sir,” the girl said. She couldn’t believe how hot this was making her.
“Look straight ahead,” the man told her. “I don’t want to see you looking back here.”
“Yes, sir,” Dori said. “I’m looking straight ahead.”
He’d stood up. Dori knew that. She could feel him pressing up behind her and then she could feel his hands sliding around to her front, sliding up over her bare upper body, sliding up and squeezing her tits. “Do you like that,” the man asked.
“Oh yeah,” the girl moaned. “I like it. I like it a lot.”
“I’ll bet you do,” the man said as his hands squeezed her tits once more, “but I know what you really want.”
Dori said nothing.
“You want something hard between your legs. You want something rigid.”
Dori couldn’t help but moan. Heidi’s dad was right. She did want something hard but more than that, she did want something rigid.
The man’s hands relaxed their hold on her tits and Dori let out a little whimper. She liked the way those hands felt on her tits but as soon as she realized where those hands were going, she lost all interest in what those hands had been doing to her tits.
The first button on her jeans opened and then another. The hands were moving slowly and deliberately. Faster, she wanted to tell them. Go faster.
But those hands didn’t go faster but they didn’t stop either. Another button, and then another, and then finally, the last one and finally, her jeans were being pushed down past her hips.
Those hands were back again, pressing her panties between her legs, and Dori was sure the man just had to know how wet she was.
“Tell me again,” the man said. “Tell me you want to feel my cock between your legs.”
The girl couldn’t help but moan. “I want to feel it,” she moaned. “I want to feel your cock between my legs.”
The man’s fingers were still stroking her panties against her pussy. “How did I tell you to address me?”
For a moment, Dori was distracted but then she remembered. “Sorry,” she said. “It won’t happen again. I want to feel your cock between my legs ... sir.”
Dori moaned again. Just that word, just the word sir, just that word had been enough to make her pussy tremble under the man’s fingers. She wondered if he’d felt it. She kind of hoped that he had.
But he was pulling back and he was pulling away. Dori was sure that the man had sat back down on the couch although she knew she dared not take a look.
And then she felt his hands on her legs and she was sure she was right. They started at her knees and they pulled her back and then they started to work their way all the way up her thighs.
“Let’s get you out of these,” the man said and in the next instant, Dori could feel the man’s hands as they peeled her panties off her ass. “Tell me what you want again.”
It took Dori a moment for her mind to remember what it was she needed to say. “I want to feel your cock between my legs, sir.”
There it was again, the word ‘sir’, and once again, it made her pussy quiver. How could a single word do that, Dori wondered, and yet even as she thought it, she was sure Heidi’s dad could make her do whatever he wanted.
The hands were on her hips again and they were guiding her lower. Heidi didn’t need to be told what to do, at least not this time. Her body was bending and then she was sliding lower even as her pussy raced towards the man’s cock.
And then he stopped her yet again. “Tell me what you want,” he said again.
This time, Dori was ready. “I want to feel your cock between my legs, sir,” the girl said with not a moment of hesitation.
“That’s what I wanted to hear,” and this time, Dori was free to move. This time her pussy was able to slide down around Colonel Wecht’s dick and Dori moaned again. It all felt so good.
“You like that, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” the girl said no longer noticing how easy it was to call the man sir. Of course she was going to call him sir. What else would she call him?
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned.
Dori grinned to herself. She wasn’t sure why. Of course, there was one reason for sure and that was the cock between her legs. It just felt so hard, so ... so rigid ... oooh yeah, rigid. Oooh yeah, she liked having something rigid between her legs and it didn’t matter whether it was the helmet that was making her feel this way, she was pretty sure it was but it just didn’t matter, because it didn’t matter why she felt that way. She just did.
But that wasn’t what made her grin. It was something else.
It was Heidi’s dad. That was it. She’d always thought he was so harsh, so fixated. He never seemed to want to let Heidi have any fun.
Dori couldn’t help but let out a little moan.
Heidi’s dad had always seemed like such a stick in the mud, but not now. Now, Dori let out another moan, now for the first time, now she could see just how cool he was. Now, oh God, now she couldn’t wait to have him cum in her pussy.
The man groaned and then he groaned again.
“Oh God,” the girl moaned and then she gasped as she first held her breath and then let it go. “Oh God,” she moaned again. Oh God. He’s cumming inside me. Oh God. It feels so good. Oh God. My pussy’s cumming. My pussy’s cumming so fucking hard. Oh God. It feels so good.
The feeling was diminishing but it wasn’t going away. She still needed Colonel Wecht’s cock. She rubbed her pussy against the man but she could feel him softening. No, she wanted to cry out. No, I need you hard. I need you to fuck me again.
She needed it again, Dori knew. She needed to feel that cock. That was all there was to it.
“Now you were saying,” the man said.
“What?”
“About my daughter?”
“What,” the girl asked again.
“You were saying,” the man asked again. “You were saying I shouldn’t send Heidi away.”
Dori shook her head but then through the fog of her lust-induced haze, she remembered. Heidi. That’s right. Her friend. Heidi.
“You were saying,” the man prompted again.
“It’s not going to work,” Dori said.
“How’d I tell you to address me,” the man asked.
Dori gulped. “Sorry,” she said. “It’s not going to work, sir.”
“Why isn’t it going to work?”
Why’s what not going to work, Dori asked herself. Oh yeah. Sending Heidi away. That’s what they were talking about. Sending her to an all girls school. That’s what they were talking about. Only thing was she didn’t want to talk about. What Dori wanted was to hop back on that cock. WHat Dori wanted was to let that cock fill her up again.
“Well,” the man asked.
It was so hard to think, Dori thought. It was so hard to—
Wait. “You can’t send Heidi away,” she said. “You can’t send her away because if you do, I won’t have a reason to come over here and I won’t have a reason to put the helmet on. And if I can’t do that, then you can’t fuck me, and I think that’s something that both of us want to do again. Sir.”
The man seemed to stop and think that over. “You’ve got a point there.”
“If you send Heidi to an all girls school, I guarantee you, she’s going to run away. She’s had the helmet like me. She’ll want to get a cock, just like me.”
“You’ve got another point,” the man said.
“But if you let her stay here where there’s plenty of boys, she won’t be tempted to run away, and then you can fuck me whenever you want ... sir.”
The man seemed to think that over and then he looked at the girl. “You know,” he said, “I think you’re right but I think you’ve also got my cock hard again.”
Dori knew that.
“Very well,” the man said. “My daughter can stay,” but then he was reaching for the helmet. “And in the time being,” he said, “I want you to put this on.”
Dori grinned as she pulled the helmet to her. This was what she wanted, she told herself as she pulled the helmet over her head and just before her face went blank, just before the programming began, there was one more thought that crossed her mind.
She was so very glad that Heidi’s dad was so nice and rigid.