The Fluffy Sofa ✔️

FLASHBACK #4

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Zane's phone chimed, indicating the arrival of a text message. He glanced over and spotted that it was from Octavia. She was on her way from school.

His excitement grew as he began setting up his camera. Strategically, he hid it on top of his old boxy alarm clock that sat on the top shelf of his bookcase. Zane was so nervous, just like he is every time Octavia came to visit. He always made sure she was coming alone as one time he didn't check and got himself so excited but Felix came along. Gutted wasn't the word. But this time she was alone. So he let his elation set in.

He checked his laptop to make sure the camera was pointing right at the fluffy sofa. Perfect. Zane knew how much Octavia loved the sofa. The fluffy cover and fluffy cushions made being with her just like floating in heaven. Also, he always noticed that no matter what, Octavia would always sit there. It was as if she was lured by it. Something deep within her soul wanted to sit on the fluffy sofa and get ravished by Zane.

Having complete control over a mini Dotty was so insanely kinky to him that it was as if he could have all the best parts of her no matter what. Neither Dotty or Octavia would know. The plan was perfect. If he just stuck to the plan and never strayed.

A knock on the door caused him to jump out of his thoughts. But a smile crept up on his face. It was Octavia. He rushed to the door and opened it to reveal a grinning Octavia. Her beautiful long brown hair cascaded in slight waves past her shoulders and her cheeks shone a dull red due to the heat outside.

"Come on in, my dear Tavi," Zane said, inviting her into his house of disgusting sexual torture.

"Hey, Uncle Z. Thanks for letting me chill here for a while. I just can't be bothered to walk the rest of the way home. Far too warm out there," she giggled, coming into the house and kicking off her school shoes and placing her bag down next to them.

"You're welcome here any time, night or day, you know that, darling,"

"I know. I know. Just thank you." she sighed and made her way into the living room. Of course. She threw herself onto the fluffy sofa. She was in heaven as her body sunk into the softness.

Zane almost forgot as he was staring at Octavia as she removed her school jumper; it revealed her stomach and part of her white sports bra. Such thrill erupted inside of him. He needed the water bottle! Zane grabbed the water bottle from the fridge and made his way back into the living room where Octavia had now laid out on the sofa. She looked so snuggly.

"Here you go my love. You look parched. Make sure you drink it all." He sounded concerned about her becoming dehydrated from the heat, however he was more concerned about her digesting all of the crushed up sleeping pills so he could have his way. And she did. She drank it all. It didn't take too long. Perhaps 15 minutes. Then she was out.

Before he molested her, he checked the laptop again for the placement. It was still perfect. It was like she knew what place she should be in and what role she needed to play. She was perfect. He wondered if one day, Dotty would be like this. Could he ever get her to be this way? She was already compliant about sex. But, for Zane, that wasn't enough.

Octavia's 13 year old body was barely developed. She still looked very childlike and it seemed that Zane liked that. He hoped that she wouldn't be very curvy. That she'd stay pretty straight up and down just like her mum. He truly liked the lack of bumps and lumps that boobs and bums held.

It was just so attractive to him. The pure soft skin in between her thighs as he kissed them was utterly addictive. As his tongue touched her, her unconscious body tensed up so Zane reached up and stroked her cheek to soothe her as he continued. Something wasn't right this time though. She didn't taste like she usually did. He looked down and saw it. Period blood. He jumped back, disgusted. Since when did she have a period? She never told him.

The fact that she was growing up freaked him out a bit. However he wasn't going to let that stop him in the future. As long as he made sure she wasn't menstruating, he'll be fine. It would be as if she never had one.

Usually, he sent his videos off to a special person who filed them privately for him. No questions asked. He could email them a date for a certain video and they'd send him instructions on how to access it through some weird encrypted site. This video, though, he kept for himself. He filed it in a little password protected document buried deep within other files. No one would accidentally find it and only he would know exactly where it was. He could pull it up whenever he wanted. He didn't have to wait for the guy to send him special information. Day or night, he could watch the moment he saw the blood. The disgust.

But more importantly, he could watch himself in the video carry on until he actually finished. He would always finish. Whether he was unexpectedly interrupted or not. He'd finish. Always with the mini Dotty in his mind. 

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