“No. You made me curious with your accusation. Now I want to know more about it.”
“You tell me. You’ve been down there. If not today, a few weeks ago. What’s down there?”
Amanda, taken aback, said, “You really don’t know?”
“How should I know? I’ve never been down there before.”
“Oh, yes you have.”
“Don’t lie. Give me back my cigarette.”
“I could burn you with it, the same as you burned me. Please, Amy, tell me everything you know about the basement. Anything at all. You’ve been down there before. Several times that I know about.”
Amy’s eyes narrowed, her face hardened. “You’re a lying bitch. I’ve never been down there before, well, maybe when I was little. But I don’t remember anything about it. All I know is, Daddy says not to go down there. He goes down there a lot, late at night. He told me so. He also says it’s dark, it’s scary, and there are things down there that will break you in two. Now give me back my cigarette, bitch.”
“Thank you, Amy.” Amanda passed back the cigarette. “I believe you.” She didn’t know what any of it meant, but she did believe Amy.
CEREMONY OF SERPENTS
“… All children have an have an instinctive fear of serpents. The child must now enter the box, unclothed … Handlers, bring in the serpents …”
“Very well. Now instruct the child, Guardian Father.”
“Listen closely, do not speak. I know that you are scared. These snakes can kill you. The largest of them may try to swallow you. All of them, though, will bite you with poisonous fangs unless you hold perfectly still. You must play dead and try not to breathe if you wish to live. Do exactly as I say and Lucifer will spare you. Nod if you understand … Good. Lucifer does not like, does not want weak little girls. Show Lucifer your resolve and His serpents will not take you to hell, which is home to many, many snakes. And fire.”
“Very well. Child, lie down and do exactly as your Guardian Father has instructed you to do.”
“Unleash Lucifer’s serpents. Fill the box and shut it. Let terror seize her, let her mind disassociate from her body to escape the box …”
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
The following week, Brad had stopped by Sugar Plum Grill every night Amanda worked. Each time they had ended up making out after work, with Amanda getting home late. Luckily, nobody had said a word, and her school work hadn’t slipped. Amanda loved Brad, so much it scared her.
And so, now, here in the front seat of his car, hand on his crotch, Amanda eagerly awaited taking their sexual relationship to the next level. She felt guilty for making him wait so long—he had pleaded in a teenage boy way twice this week. However, a quick encounter after work wouldn’t do at all. The time had come to please him like she had never done before. First, he just needed to say the word.
“Amanda, I want you so bad.”
“Yes. I can tell.”
“It’s so hard, it hurts.”
Amanda scanned the movie theater’s parking lot. It was late and scarcely a car could be seen.
“It aches, Amanda.”
“Then perhaps I shouldn’t touch it,” Amanda teased.
“Oh, no. That’s not what I—”
Amanda interrupted him with a passionate kiss. Brad’s hand, already beneath her blouse, kneaded a breast.
“I really like you, Brad,” she baited.
“I really like you too.”
“I mean, I really like you.”
His lips pressed against hers, hand squeezed her breast. “Ohmygosh, Amanda. I mean, ohh, you do things to me I can’t explain. I want us to take things to the next level. You know that already.”
“Yes? But a girl needs to know she’s special.”
“Isn’t that what I just said? I mean, you are special. Very special. I’ve waited for you, Amanda, because you are so special.”
“You’re very special to me, Brad. My home life sucks. I’ve told you so. Not that it’s any concern of yours. I just …”
“Shh …” Brad said. “I love you, Amanda. I do. It’s just tough to say. Okay?”
“I love you, too. See, that wasn’t so hard. Not as hard as this.” With a smile that probably escaped him in the darkness, she gave his bulge a gentle squeeze. “Think we’re safe back here?”
“We’ve parked here without any problems yet.”
“Yet,” Amanda teased. If she didn’t go through with it soon she might back out.
“There won’t be any problems. No interruptions. Nothing. I love you. I promise.”
“Covering all your bases, huh?”
Brad shrugged.
“Well, then, tonight’s your lucky night.”
“Don’t screw with me.”
“Well, you won’t be screwing me, but … slide over,” Amanda said, slipping away from him and scooching down into the shadows of the floorboard. Reaching under the seat she found the adjustment lever and slid back the split bench to allow extra room.
Brad didn’t hesitate to slide into the passenger seat, Amanda at his feet. She savored the anticipatory breathing he made as she unzipped his jeans. His hips raised as she tugged them, along with his shorts, down to his knees. In the dim lighting Amanda saw his erection spring into view, right before her eyes. She gave it a tentative stroke with her hand but knew he wanted more. She wasted no time lowering her lips to the engorged organ.
“Oh, Amanda …”
She slicked him with her tongue, hugged him with her lips. Her fingertips teased his scrotum. She worked his length with nibbles, again and again, before pausing to bathe him from tip to swelling scrotum with her tongue. Then she engulfed his long, hard penis furiously as it speared the back of her throat. In true schoolboy fashion, he didn’t last long, and when she sensed his impending climactic eruption, she accepted his penis to its root, eased out her tongue to tease his scrotum to completion.
A moan escaped his lips as he arched his back and bucked his hips. Amanda kept her face planted in his lap as the cock in her mouth throbbed to shoot gooey seed down her throat.
As the spurts lessened in intensity her lips eased up on his erection, until they sealed around the head of the rod. Her hands worked to squeeze out every last drop. She licked the head clean and raised up, with an audible swallow.
“Wow, Amanda, that was hot. So fucking hot. You’re hot. I can’t believe you swallowed my load.”
“Most of it went down on its own, so what’s a little more? Besides, what else could I do?”
“I dunno. Spit it out the window? I like this way better, though. Plus, no mess.”
“Except for all the drool in your lap, huh?”
“No big deal.”
Amanda stroked his wilting erection. “Big enough.”
“A mouthful.”
Amanda glanced out the window. She saw a group of people approaching nearby cars. A movie must have let out. “Put that monster away before we get caught.”
Brad tugged up his jeans and tucked himself away before sliding behind the wheel.
“Kiss me,” Amanda urged.
“You’ll taste like cum.”
“I’ll taste like your cum. Yummy.”
They grinned, and kissed, tongues darting, then Brad’s lips moved to her neck.
“It’s getting late,” Amanda said. “You should take me home.”
“There’s still a little time.”
“Are you saying I didn’t suck all the lust out of you?”
“Oh, no, you did. It’s just …”
“It’s okay. I’m satisfied that you’re satisfied. If we do anything, you’ll just get worked up again, and there isn’t enough time for that.”
“Sure?”
“Positive.”
“Okay.”
In front of the Henning home, Amanda said goodbye to Brad and went inside. Making out sure did funny things to the body, Amanda thought. Her panties were soaked but her throat was parched. She made a quick stop in the kitchen for a bottle
of water, and then went up to the computer room. Light shone from under Amy’s bedroom door, but no sounds, so Amy must be alone, but she had better things on her mind than Amy. Things that couldn’t keep until Monday. Amanda wanted to tell Pammy about tonight’s date with Brad. While the computer booted up, Amanda rinsed away the taste of semen with a slug of cold spring water. She was just finishing typing her long message when she heard Amy’s door creak open.
“Whatcha doing?” Amy asked, appearing in the doorway, smoking a cigarette. She was wearing panties and polka-dot tee, hair pulled into pigtails, although a thick lock had pulled free of one of the pigtails.
“Just sending a message to Pammy. You couldn’t sleep?”
“Haven’t been to bed yet. Well, not to sleep.”
“Ugh. Sorry I asked.”
Amy giggled. “You’re such a prude.”
“You don’t know me.”
“Yeah, I do. Here, want a drag off my cigarette?”
“No, thank you.” Amanda didn’t know what had gotten into her the last time.
“Suit yourself.”
Amy stood smoking her cigarette and watched Amanda as she added a finishing touch to her on-screen message, then hit SEND just as Amy leaned over her shoulder.
“Hey,” Amy said, “I wanted to read that.”
“Tough. It’s personal.”
“Dear Pammy,” Amy mocked, “I finally let Bradley stick his willy in my va-jay-jay tonight …”
“Ha ha. Very funny.”
“… it hurt so much …”
“That’s not what it said at all.”
“… if I let more guys poke me with their willy, the pain would stop …”
“That’s not funny … not funny at all. Amy, does it … ?”
“Does it what?” Amy blew smoke.
“Does it hurt you?”
“Me? No. Nobody can hurt me. I’m a tough bitch.”
“No, seriously. I want to know. It’s okay, you can tell me.”
“I already told you. I like it. I like the attention. Men want me, and they want …”
“Okay, okay. Excuse me for being concerned.”
“You should be concerned about Bradley. Especially if you don’t let him fuck you.”
“Amy, watch your mouth. Brad loves me, and I love him. We’re happy and what he and I do is none of your darn business.”
“Darn business? Ha ha. Go wash your mouth out with soap, you prude.”
“Just because I choose not to degrade myself with such language doesn’t make me a prude. I can talk like a sailor if I want.”
“Yeah? Prove it.”
“I don’t need to prove shit to anyone,” Amanda joked. “I don’t care what any of those fucking bitches and assholes think.”
“Dang. You can cuss. I didn’t think you had it in you.”
“Listen to you: ‘Dang.’ Now who needs her filthy pie-hole washed out with soap?”
Amy giggled and Amanda joined her.
“Speaking of pie-hole,” Amy said. “I bet you’ve got a slice of cherry pie that needs to be eaten, after your hot date with Bradley.”
“What?”
Amy blew smoke as her eyes panned down to crotch level.
“What?” Amanda urged, growing uncomfortable and completely clueless.
“I wanna eat your pussy.”
“Eww. You’re joking, right? Tell me you’re joking.”
“Did Bradley make it juicy? I wanna taste.”
“This conversation is over.” Amanda, navigating the mouse, began to shutdown the computer.
“You can lick mine, if you want. But you don’t have to.”
“You need help. You need serious help.”
“You could help me in my bedroom. Or I could help you in yours.”
Amanda stood up, looked Amy in the eyes. “I’d like to be your friend, but obviously you don’t want my friendship. Or help.”
“Oh, I want your help, all right …”
Amy moved closer but Amanda pushed her to arms’ length. “There are plenty of perverts, if that’s what you want.”
“I wanna be piece of fucking trash. I’ll do anything, anytime, just name it.”
“Okay,” with pained sympathy Amanda said, “I want you to go fuck yourself. Literally. Just go in your room and make yourself happy. Leave me the eff alone.”
“Fine.”
Amy left and Amanda retreated to her room where she propped a chair under the doorknob. Screw that little witch for ruining a special night. Minutes ago Amanda had been floating on a cloud, planning to get in bed and touch herself in a very intimate way. She did want Bradley’s willy buried deep inside her va-jay-jay. She also knew that could never happen. Not while she lived under the Hennings’ roof. She couldn’t chance it, she couldn’t be happy, she couldn’t have a life, and she could not be left alone. Why did everyone want to meddle in her affairs?
She curled up in a fetal position beneath her bedsheets, fully clothed, and screamed mentally at the world to fucking burn in hell.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Pammy had missed school for the past two days, with still two months remaining before the baby’s due date. Where was she? Could something have happened to the baby? To Pammy?
“Yo, Mandy.”
Amanda, following the current in the river of students, maintained her course toward third period.
“Bitch, I’m talking to you.”
Someone hooked Amanda’s arm and fished her out in front of the restroom door. Kat.
“Hi, Kat. What’s up?”
“Not your boyfriend’s cock. I just finished blowing him.”
Amanda gave Kat a that’s not amusing look.
“Follow me.”
Amanda glanced in the direction of Mrs. Hannover’s class before ducking into the restroom with Kat. Only two other girls occupied the room, one in a stall, another applying lipstick in the mirror.
“First, you get me in trouble at home,” Amanda said, “then you joke about my guy. I’m going to be late for third period, and I’m not in the mood.”
“Who’s joking?” Kat smirked.
“Ha ha. Still not funny. By the way, where the heck have you been? I haven’t seen you in forever.”
“Here and there, doing this and that. Keeping an eye on your ass. Cute ass you’ve got there, Mandy.”
“What’s with this ‘Mandy’ business? My name’s Amanda.”
“I like Mandy better.”
As the bell rang the girl applying lipstick bolted out the door. From the occupied stall came a flushing sound.
“Okay, fine. You’re the school badass, right?”
“Now you’re catching on.”
“Why did you bring me in here?”
“This.” A joint appeared in Kat’s hand.
A stall door swinging open drew their attention. Out walked a girl wearing a black dress.
“Wanna get high?” Kat asked Amanda, eyes cutting to the curious pregnant teen. “Who’s talking to you, cunt? That’s right, look away, gash. You’re fucking shit. Lower than shit. Never look at me unless you’re between my legs. Got it?”
“Sorry,” the girl said, moving toward the sink.
“Get the fuck out of here. Lick them clean, if you have to.”
“But …”
“But? But?”
Kat raised a Doc Marten at full velocity to the girl’s buttocks.
The girl squealed and dashed out of the room.
Kat spat. “I hate fucking breeders.”
“My best friend is a … so-called breeder.”
“Yeah, well, my condolences. At least you have me.” Kat slipped the joint between her lips and, retrieving a lighter from out of nowhere, clicked it open and ignited a long flicking flame. She lit the end of the marijuana cigarette before snapping the lighter shut.
“Look,” Amanda said, slightly flattered but highly annoyed, “I realize you have girls jumping all across campus. They ask how high and do exactly as you say. I also know
you have Stacy’s switchblade—”
“My switchblade.”
“Okay, your switchblade. But you can’t imagine what hell I went through because of the stunt you pulled. Mr. Henning went ballistic.”
Kat toked hard on the joint. Held the smoke. Exhaled. Offered the contraband to Amanda as she said, “But it was totally worth it. Come on, toke with me. The joke’s on him.”
“I ought to kick your butt,” Amanda said. “I should be afraid of you, but I’m not.”
“Why the fuck do you think I like you, bitch? Hello. You aren’t like all the other zombies—gash—breeders around here. I shit you not. I mean, yeah, I could stab you, totally kill your ass, but I doubt you could piss me off enough to do so. Because you’re not afraid of me makes you stand above all the rest. Know what I’m sayin’?”
“Yeah, I suppose so.” Amanda took the joint from Amanda and took a puff. She didn’t much care for smoking, grass or tobacco, but sometimes the situation called for it. Besides, life sucked, and even though Kat had got her into trouble, she had also helped her immensely. In the end, the two got along.
“Hey,” Amanda said. “If you don’t like ‘breeders’ that’s cool. But Pammy is my friend. Don’t bust her chops, okay?”
“I’ll think about it.”
Amanda let it slide. While they smoked Kat showed Amanda her latest tattoo, along with a naval piercing.
“I’m getting a tongue stud next,” Kat said.
“Wow. You’re really into all this stuff, aren’t you?”
“Yeah. My ink makes me pretty. The accessories are nice, too.”
“Rock must like them.”
Kat merely smiled. They finished smoking the joint, and as Amanda decided that she should be heading off to class, Stacy and another girl wandered into the restroom. Surprisingly, Stacy now wore the stigma of the black dress.
“Oh, shit. You set me up,” Stacy said to the girl behind her who had a guilty look on her face.
“Get lost,” Kat said. “No, not you.”
The girl shot out of the room and Amanda froze.
“Looky what we have here,” Kat said. “A fucking cock-sucking leg-spreading good-for-nothing breeder.”
“Hey, now,” Stacy showed her palms, “I don’t want any trouble.”
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