Fettered

Forgotten Inhibitions

All characters involved in the following sex scene are 18 years of age or older.

The assignment was huge — not only because of what they wanted to do, but because of the extensive notes Mrs. Tompkin wanted them to take. Their teacher wasn't fucking around. Though... Lucas and Persephone certainly were that Sunday afternoon, shooting the shit in his old room.

"I'm only in AP Physics 'cuz my dad wants me to be," Persephone vented. "He thinks I'll have a good shot in 'the real world' if I have top tier grades from only the hardest classes or something. Now, if this was going to land me in medical school, that'd be different."
"Medical school?" Lucas asked, "You wanna be a doctor?"
"A surgeon. That'd be cool and I've always been really good with medicine, biology, chemistry. But my dad's the one who decided all my classes and just had to put me in the ones that don't matter. He's such a jackass... No wonder Mom has to be on her happy pills. I'm surprised I'm not on 'em, too."

When she saw him scribbling something down, she figured she would return to her notes in hopes of actually getting on with their project. Only moments later, while her face was in their notes, a piece of crumpled paper hit her in the shoulder.

She looked to Lucas and shook her head. "You have shit aim." Opening the paper, she came face-to-face with a crudely drawn pill, smiling with cartoony eyes. "Cute. But I bet I could do better."
"Like to see you try."

And just like that, their session turned into a draw-off. As Persephone wasn't an artist, all her work turned out looking like shit. Lucas was good with weapons and electronics, and pretty decent at art, though anything outside of his norm looked unpracticed. They enjoyed making fun of each other's terrible and goofy art. After nearly 20 minutes of their back-and-forth — and a huge pile of discarded papers to boot — Marguerite called from downstairs.

"Lucas! Come help your father, please!"
Lucas rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, I'm comin'!" Then he said to Persephone, "I'll be back in a bit. See if y'all can get them equations right."
"Oh, yeah, leave me with the hard job, thanks."
Lucas smirked over his shoulder at her as he walked out the door.

Persephone wracked her brain over the equation for quite a while. There were thumps, grunts, and inaudible instructions coming from downstairs. With a headache oncoming, Persephone stood to have another look around the room.

She'd seen most of the trophies on the one side of the room, but the other side remained unexplored. Mostly, there were medals and ribbons — 3rd places, 4th places, a few sparse 2nd places that didn't make it to his main side — but an odd trophy caught her eye. It was barely noticeable and she'd mistaken it for a lamp on several occasions as it had a shade on top. Now that she got a closer look, it was definitely a trophy. She picked it up and examined it; very shiny and clean, no layer of dust like on the rest of that side of the room; no light in it whatsoever, only a button so it couldn't even serve as a lamp. Nice, a 1st place trophy.

... Wait, there was a button at the top?

Yep, she affirmed, that's a bright red button, all right. Curiosity ate at her and she had to press it. When she did, a hatch opened up and a ladder lowered from the ceiling, leading into the attic. She didn't know the Bakers had an attic, but it didn't come as much of a surprise with their expansive home. Persephone felt her heart racing a bit and her palms growing clammy. She knew she shouldn't snoop... But it was way too much fun.

She kept her footsteps barely audible as she quietly climbed the ladder, up into the darkened attic. When she reached the top, she pulled out her phone and turned on the flashlight. It was a small attic; musty and with a hint of mildew. At first, things looked normal, boring. There were shelves with tools and abandoned electronics, furniture lining the walls — some broken, some not. But then, most interestingly, she noticed a desk with a laptop in the back.

Floorboards creaked underfoot and she cursed the squeaking as she tiptoed toward the desk. She pressed the power button and the laptop started up. Her leg bounced while she waited for it to load and she took a gander at the desk to calm her racing heart. Some notes lay scattered around. The first one she read had been from Zoe: 'Dear, dumb-dumb: Everyone can get on your shit if you use the same password for your phone and computer, knucklehead!'. Persephone didn't know when that was written but she knew his current phone password from having asked why it took him forever to unlock the damn thing. 3141592653 — pi, because of course it was.

She input that into the computer and it worked. Wow, for being so smart, he sure could be dumb.

His desktop had a few of the classic things on it — a browser, some games, a few code-monkey programs — but that wasn't good enough, there had to be something more. She dove deeper and explored the documents. What was so important on this computer that it was hidden behind several layers of security? It felt like a goose chase but she knew that something juicy lay in wait for her. Somewhere. She opened every little tab for every little folder, mostly finding nothing.

Until she came across one folder — hidden deep within some inconspicuous music files — called 'A113'.

Inside, she found blueprints and ideas for weapons and contraptions of all kinds. One file in particular shown a large circular saw, made up of saw-blades, barbed wire, razors, and knives. It had a detailed engine — joints and wires connected everything. A chill ran down the back of her neck... A pleasurable chill that compelled her to keep investigating.

She clicked on a text file entitled 'game' and scanned through what appeared to be a set of rules for a game similar to jeopardy, but with fucked up questions about the other person. A game for people who knew each other well. Why were the weapons and this weird game text file in the same folder? She wasn't sure, but a shudder ran up her spine at the realization that it existed at all. What the hell was this? And why did it make her insides throb with excitement?

"You really are nosy."

She whipped around to Lucas; so close that the laptop illuminated the small, lighter flecks in his blue eyes.

He grabbed her wrists and pulled her aside, pressing her into the wall, his grip on her almost painfully tight. "Yer somethin', Pers. Couldn' figure out that equation but ya damn sure could figure out how to get up here n' onto my computer."
"All right, all right, so I snooped," she said, squirming to get out of his grasp; stronger than he looked. "Little tight there, big guy."
He observed her, deeply staring into her eyes. His body slowly pushed against hers, breasts squishing into his chest. "What, don' like it rough?"
A flush of warmth ran through her. She shouldn't find these words so sexy, but her racy response came out anyway. "Guess there's only one way to find out."

Lucas wasted no time in taking his position of control to shove his lips against hers, making her murmur into his mouth. He jammed himself between her legs and she tossed one around his waist to keep him close. His tongue forced its way into her mouth, running against hers as his hand released her wrist to rest across her cheek and jawline. The other hand kept its hard, rough grip on her. She frantically used her free hand to claw at his back through the hoodie, trailing up his shoulder and to his chest. She tore the hoodie's zipper down just enough to slip her hand inside, fingers touching the warm skin of his neck and collarbone.

That girth dug into her thigh again. She wanted him. She wanted him so badly she couldn't take it anymore. Panting, she pulled back to look into his eyes.

"Fuck me, Lucas," she said breathlessly. "Right here and now. Fuck me hard."

He stood there for a moment, mouth slightly agape, but he quickly took the seam of her pants and tore them open at the crotch, earning an appreciative, "fuck yes". He unzipped his pants and pulled his hard cock out of its confines. It smacked against her stomach. She somehow didn't realize it would be so huge, despite the prior warnings.

"Wow. Wasn't expecting such a big dick."
"I'm just full of surprises."

It was a good thing she was already soaked because he drove his cock into her and went at her hard. His cock filled her and then some, making her cry out. Persephone threw her head back, moaning loud for him. Lucas was brutal. Every thrust shocked her insides, sending her body and mind reeling, the force pulling her off the ground and setting her on her tip-toes for just a moment in between. To muffle her ruckus, she held him close and shoved her face into his neck. She couldn't help but be loud. He stretched her so far that it hurt, but it only made her wetter, pussy juices soaking across her pants and along her thighs.

"Fuck yes, Lucas," she said in his ear. "Please, fuck me harder!"

He didn't give her a chance to set her toes on the ground again, fucking her so rough that he pinned her between the wall and his cock. Her other leg still held his waist tight to keep her from falling. But she wanted it rougher. She wanted it so fucking rough. She reached into the back of his jacket and pulled up his undershirt, tearing across his skin with her nails. His hand that had been grabbing her ass moved up to her hair and he wrenched a handful of it back, revealing her throat. He sunk his teeth into her and she screamed. But she still wanted more — more biting, more abuse, more brutalizing her pussy with his huge cock. She pulled him by the back of his head, driving his teeth deeper into her skin. He gnashed them against her, grunting and growling, breath heavy, movements erratic.

"Don't cum inside me," she warned. "You better pull out, big guy. Cum in my throat instead."

He immediately tore away and shoved to her knees, then grabbed her head, thrust hard into her mouth, and pushed himself down the back of her throat.

"Oh fuck yes, Pers."

His quivering voice melted her. She eagerly swallowed against his cock, taking every drop of his cum, tasting his delicious flavor. Her thumb and her index finger formed a circle around his shaft, right up to her lips. She moved forward just a bit more, crinkling her nose determinedly. She was going to take as much of him as possible, even if it made her gag. Which it did. Then she slid back and observed where her fingers were; slightly more than halfway.

"Damn," she said through her panting, "it's gonna be forever 'til I can take the rest."

He panted even harder than her, his legs visibly quivering. But she wasn't finished with him yet. She stood and put her hands on his shoulders.

"Well?" She demanded shortly. "It's my turn to cum, get to work."

He didn't need prompting for what to do next and dropped to his knees, diving hungrily for her soaking wet pussy. Her clit was so sensitive that every time his tongue rolled over it, she twitched and squirmed. She kept his face close, hands on the back of his head, riding him, controlling the pace. His murmuring and grunting drove her mad with lust. It didn't take much time for her head to be thrown back and her body to shudder against him.

"I'm cumming," she moaned. "Fuck yes, Lucas."

Her orgasm flooded every part of her, taking her mind and blurring it with bliss as her insides throbbed.


How she and Lucas got to the dusty couch in that attic, she didn't remember, nor did she care. All that mattered was his warmth. They sat close, his arms around her and her head against his chest.

She sighed pleasantly. "That was so fucking good."
"That's an understatement."
"It really is."

They both chuckled, equally as weak and tired. She listened to his heart beating, slowing to normal as they relaxed. Her closing eyes last saw the laptop's light shutting off, the computer going to sleep mode. Someday she'd ask him about what she found. And maybe that would be the day she finally figured out why it had turned her on so much.

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