Dependent

Dependent

Chapter 1

Codes: Exhibition, teen, voyeurism, D/s, Humiliation, Light, f-self, nc

I'm sitting inside the covered bus stop near my mother's house. I don't know if the service runs this late at night. It doesn't matter anyway. I don't have a bus pass, or enough money for a ticket. What little change I had was spent on the nearby pubic telephone looking for a place to crash tonight. For now the bus stop keeps me out of the pounding rain and spares me the worst of the biting wind. The wind that does find me dances along my soaked clothes and chills me to the bone.

I must look a comical sight, shivering in my soaked white and pink cotton pyjamas. The sodden material traced the curves of my petite frame. Looking down at how my rock hard nipples press out against the wet material I groan. Lonely white girl sitting in wet pyjamas under the only light for twenty metres. I may as well have a fucking rape me sign around my neck. I curse, not because of the situation, but because of my reaction to it;  It is exactly what me mother would think. To her, scared means protected, and for years she has worked tirelessly to keep me 'safe'. Mission accomplished mom, I am scared of everything; all the time.

I'm waiting for one of my friends to come and rescue me, but there is nothing new in that for me.  I have always been a dependant person.  My mother always provided me a room, clothes, food, phone, internet and tuition. Either she or one of my friends would chauffeur me around when I needed it. All I ever did was whatever she told me, and only then just enough to get by.

I called Ryan about half an hour ago now. His was the only number I could remember without my cell phone. He wasn’t happy about being woken up, and he made sure to remind me that most people have jobs. I apologized, and grovelled, but in the end he wasn’t able to come get me. His family was in town and his place was full already. He said he would call around and get someone else to come grab me. I could only sit and hope he found someone.

All my friends were guys, ever since high school. I just could never handle the bitchy frenemy mindset most girls seemed locked into. The problem is most of my friends are either in serious relationships, in which case their girlfriend / fiancé invariably hates me, or they live with their parents. Not that I am judging, having just been kicked out of my parents house, but these guys were all desperate singles, and I wouldn’t want to be in a position where I would feel too indebted to them  Most of the guys tried to get into my pants at one time or another. I always managed to turn everyone down gently, but giving it up to one of them would now feel like going back on my word and taking sides.

It’s been years since I had a boyfriend. Mom made sure to put a stop to it before I reached the age when things could get serious. For her, that meant twelve. I guess that means it has been five years since I have even kissed a boy. Still, I always found ways of keeping myself entertained. On a normal night I would be in my room right now, looking up pornography and punishing myself for enjoying it so much. Maybe I have conditioned myself as to the time. All I know for sure is I am horny as hell.

I slide a hand into my pyjama bottoms. I slide it down, ignoring my clit, and sink a digit into my juicy virginal hole. I’ve always masturbated a lot. I think maybe more than most women, but who knows. In all that time I’ve never had more than a finger up there. Mom was always fairly insistent on what happens if you start sticking things in your ears, nose and other special places. Diseases, tearing… it didn’t sound good.

I stroke the inner roof of my cunt while pressing the hand down hard against my clitoris. I can’t begin to count the number of hours I have wasted doing this. I guess they’re not wasted if you’re having fun. Nah, they’re wasted.

I have moved onto tweaking my nipples when suddenly a light flashes across my closed eyes. I open them and catch a glimpse of a car speeding past. The moment I hear the car brake, I begin straightening my wet clothes. By time the car backs up, I am sitting patiently with my clenched hands in my lap.

Oh no. It’s Lisa and Michael. Of the nerds I hung with in high school, these two were the worst. They had both been overweight in school, and even among the rest of us social outcasts they had been relegated to the bottom rung. They were nerdy even for us nerds. Despite us treating them badly at times, they had always been part of the gang. Towards the end of school, they had become an item. Other people laughed and joked ‘who else would have them’, but I stopped when I noticed they really seemed to suit each other. They were the first of my friends to get engaged, and in my opinion, they are by far the happiest. Lucky bastards.

“Hey Kylie.” Michael asked from the passenger side window. “What’s up?” He was probably 6’5” these days, maybe higher if he was in his usual army boots. When the height finally came his childish weight was finally distributed well. Now he was still heavy, but his stature made him look large rather than portly. He was folded up in the little red sports car just enough for it to be funny.

“My mum kicked me out and I need a place to crash. Can you help me out?”

Michael turned to talk to Lisa. I knew it would be up to her. He worshiped her and she wore the pants in their relationship. Problem is I could think of a dozen reasons why she should drive off and leave my bitch ass here to get raped.

As the two girls in our high school circle, we should have been logical friends, but unfortunately I was aloof and failed her in regards to fellowship. I always felt bad at how she was treated, but I rarely did anything about it. I was happy to be the group's princess.

“Why did your mum kick you out?” Lisa asked as she leant forward, her short black hair framing her pale freckled face. My mum was a decent enough person, even if she did fall deep into the overly protective category. Her kicking me out was on no ones radar.

“I’m cold Lisa, can we leave the stories till later?”

Silence. She just sat there, staring at me as I shivered in the drizzle.

“She found my porn, ok?” I want to lie, but I couldn’t think of a single reason she would actually kick me out for, so I have to stick with the truth, even if it is hard to swallow.

“That’s it?” Michael asked.

“Yeah well, you remember when she tore all those pages out of the dungeons and dragons book you lent me?”

“You still owe me money for that.”

“Anyway! I just mean, you know how she is with pornography.”

I stand on the hard gravel, covering myself, waiting as Lisa makes up her mind.

“Help me Lisa, you’re my only hope.” I hoped she would appreciate the star war’s reference.

She smiled, thank god. “It’s my house, so you are going to have to obey my rules. I’m serious! If you don’t follow the rules I will kick you out.”

“Yes, thank you Lisa. It’s just until I can get a job of my own and find a place.”

She laughed in my face. “A job? With what, your year of community college classes in maths and physics? Face it Kylie, you have never had a job in your life. You have no skills, you think your better than everyone and on top of that you are a lazy piece of shit.”

I would have protested if I didn’t need her help. It also didn’t help that she was 100% right.

“I will give you a place to sleep, food to eat, and I will help you find a job. I guess I better buy you some clothes too.”

‘Thank you Lisa, this is very big of you.” Hmm I hope she doesn’t take that the wrong way. Since her acne cleared up she had a pretty enough face. She wasn’t exactly fat anymore, but she was still rather chubby, and it was a sore subject.

She glowered at me. Fuck.

“Take off your clothes.” She ordered in measured tones.

“What?”

“Take off your fucking clothes now bitch or I am leaving!”

I rolled the soaked pyjama shirt off over my head, causing my wet red hair to spill over my face. The long hair hid my shame as I quickly pulled my pants down and stepped out of them. I figured it was like an old bandaid, better to pull it off in one hit. I stood, freezing now, with a hand thrown across my erect nipples, and another shielding my tight bald pussy.

“Much better. Now throw your hair back. Good. Now put your hands on your head, no on the back of your head. Yes like that. Spread your legs more.”

I was normally extremely pale, but in this rain my skin looked like glowing white paper. The pink of my nipples, pussy and the burning humiliation evident in my cheeks gave me some colour. When Lisa pulled out a cell phone and began filming me, I just wanted to crawl into a hole and die. Exhibition fantasies turn me on, but my limit was sometimes neglecting to wear panties while out in a skirt. This was well beyond my ability to cope with.

“My my, you are a beautiful English rose.” Lisa licked her lips. Michael was making a strange face, and then I noticed she was playing with his dick through his long camo fatigues.

My mother is Irish you stupid bitch. I wanted to say it, but I didn’t. I just stood there while they stared at my perfectly formed generous C cup’s with their long hard pink nubs.

“I love that cute little pussy of yours. Why bother shaving it when no one sees it? Answer me!”

“I see it, and I just like it like this. Please Lisa, someone will see me.” I complained.

“Spread those lips for me just a little.”

I sighed and opened my mouth.

“Not those lips you stupid bitch, your cunt lips!”

I gently opened the fleshy sides of my flower, and cried a little as Lisa and Michael both starred at it greedily.

“Now I want you to…” Lisa’s words were cut short as a light turned into view at the end of the dark road. “Quick hop in.” She said.

I hear a thunk, and saw the trunk pop open. Of course! The car only had two seats. I could hardly sit on the pedals, nor squeeze between Michael’s legs. Michael still held my pyjama’s, so naked as the day I was born I minced across the sharp gravel and climbed into the musty boot. I struggled to close the boot. I had a fear of enclosed spaces (among other things), though I was ok if I could just crawl up in a ball and wait. Fortunately that was all I could do. When the boot closed I heard the lock engage automatically.  I was submerged in darkness. I concentrated on slowing my heart and measuring my breathing.  How did it come to this?  Just an hour ago I was lounging on my mother’s cough eating a bowl of chocolate ice cream, and now I am naked and freezing, locked in the boot of someone who doesn’t like me very much.

I knew it was more than half an hour’s drive to Lisa’s house.  At first I tried to puzzle out all the varied objects trapped with me, but I soon got bored.  With nothing else to do, I returned to my favourite pastime and began finishing what I had started in the bus stop. Up until now, my life had been utterly predictable and thoroughly dull. The lightest tough of my sex sent shivers all through me. It was not long before I was moaning and dripping joy onto the hard floor of the trunk.  It was weak of me, but I was so scared.  Soon my dampness became a different sort, as the cars heater warmed the small compartment. Once was not enough, and before the vehicle stopped I was sweating, and biting down hard on my lower lip as I came again.