Fettered

Abnormal Reactions

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

Sunday, the day before they'd need to turn in their project, Lucas and Persephone ran some final tests. All they needed to do was put their last barrel in place, fill it up, and see how it worked. Persephone offered to input the hose and he turned the water on, going over Persephone's notes while waiting for it to fill. Once the water spilled out, she figured it was time.

"Final test run ready?" Lucas asked.
Persephone did a quick visual inspection of the truck and mechanism attached to its bed, knocking on the barrel to make sure it was full. Then she turned the hose off and said, "Ready!"

She returned to his side, then he pressed the button on their remote. The machine pulled the hose out of the barrel via a crane and once the crane let go, the barrel was tugged back, held down by the strong magnet as the track angled upward. Her body tensed with excitement as she wrote down her observations.

"Thirty-five degree incline, as usual."

The barrel strained against the thick straps of nylon and rubber until the band stretched to its limits. She wrote down how far it went: 2 meters. The green light underneath turned red and the magnet released the barrel, letting the band whip back into place and fling the barrel through the sky. Water flew out of the open bunghole as the barrel spun sluggishly. It stopped once it slammed against a tree, cracking the bark in half.

Lucas stared in awe. "Woah."
Persephone enunciated every word. "That. Was. Awesome."

The slingshot set itself back into place then their mechanism closed the tailgate. Their project was ready. Soon they wouldn't have to worry about school for a good two weeks. Persephone couldn't wait for winter break this year — she was going to spend the whole time with Lucas. She threw her arms around him and they embraced one another. Then they went about cleaning their mess; wrapping things up and putting everything together for tomorrow. They stowed an intact drum and a hose in the truck bed and tied down the slingshot's band so it wouldn't flap in the wind. Lucas took the truck around front, planning to drive them both to school with their project in the back.


Back up in Lucas's old room, Persephone helped pack their notes and books. After cleaning everything, Lucas sighed and sat on the bed, stretching his legs out.

"That shit took forever."
She sat beside him. "Feels it. Took all weekend, at least. But hey, you're gonna show my dad up, 'cuz we're getting that A."
"Think he'll care?"

Persephone laughed and shrugged. Probably not, but she wasn't going to tell him that. Who was she to cut him down? He'd learn about her father soon enough. The thought made her remember that she had something to learn, too.

"So, Lucas..." she started, her voice turning serious. "Can we talk? About your computer in the attic?"
He cleared his throat. "What about it?"
"You know."

She knew that he absolutely knew and she waited patiently for his response, leaning against him nonplussed. She wasn't afraid of what she found on the computer. Confused, curious, oddly turned on, but not scared.

Lucas breathed deep, then said, "I really fuckin' hate people, Pers. You can understand that. And sometimes I... Have these ideas..."
"Is that what that game was?"
"Yeah," he said softly. "I have these—" He paused again. "—wild fantasies. About hurting people. Really bad. N' I'm not sure if I would actually do it 'r not, but my outlet is to write 'em all down on my computer upstairs. I used to write 'em in journals when I was a kid, but after Momma found 'em, I had to get more creative."
"Well, I guess hiding it in the attic is a step in the right direction, then."

It made sense to her. After everything she'd heard from him and everything she'd seen on his computer (plus the equipment he always doodled in his notebook), it all added up.

His leg bounced, confusion clear in his voice. "That's... All ya gotta say? After I just told you about my psycho fantasies, that's all ya gotta say?"
"What did you expect me to say?"
"I dunno," he said, a little more forcefully. "I dunno, Pers, but I sure as hell didn' expect ya t' be so calm about it."
Persephone observed his face — he looked distraught. She accepted him, and he... Didn't like it? Or wanted a different reaction? "I don't get it. Do you want me to be scared or something?"
"No," he said instantly. "No, I don' want that, but— God, I dunno, Pers!" He moved away from her, beginning to talk animatedly with his hands. "Maybe I thought you were gonna think I'm crazy, just like everyone else!"
"And... Because I don't, you're mad?"
"I'm not mad!" His bare feet stomped on the floor as he stood. Then he paced for a moment, running his hand along his short, buzzed hair.

"So, what? D'you want me to think you're crazy?"
"No!" he snapped, whipping around to face her. "Fuck no! I just don' understand why yer so calm — I'm fuckin' sick, Pers, don'cha get it!? When I was seven, I was plannin' t' kill Oli—" He stopped but he'd already said it all.
"What do you mean you were planning to kill Oliver?"
He shouted, "I don' wanna talk about Oliver!"
"Okay, okay," she said softly, then patted the bed beside her. "C'mon, why don't we cuddle some? Maybe it'll make you feel better."
"It'd make me feel better if y'all had a normal fuckin' reaction — but ya went right for me, we fucked right there next t' the computer with that fuckin' game file still up n' everythin'!" Then he looked deep into her eyes, examining her. His voice turned softer, a tonal shift that made her body tense. "N' you were scared a' me, weren'cha? I could see it in yer eyes. If nothin' else, ya prolly should be."

Another lull in the conversation. She couldn't comprehend his reaction — he claimed not to be angry but he sure acted belligerent. Still, she didn't feel fearful of him, perhaps against her better judgment. Actually, against her better judgment once more, she felt herself getting turned on. Again.

Lucas stared at her, drawing closer. He leaned across the bed with arms on either side of her, attracting her gaze to his gorgeous blue eyes. That bewitching stare bore into her and washed a warmth across her groin. When he spoke, he sounded almost sinister, making her skin tingle.

"Do I scare you, Pers?"

She had to admit, at least internally, that his unflinching face and manic attitude was unnerving and had her heart racing. But was it fear? Not even close. Persephone knew full-well that Lucas had issues — she was no idiot — but she cared about him. Lucas made her smile, made her laugh in ways she hadn't before. The boy was smart, awkward, cute, if not demented and, as he himself said, sick. Being unhinged excited her. It ignited a fire inside of her whenever she thought about it. She put a hand on his gaunt cheek, thumb rubbing his soft skin.

"Not at all."
His hands clasped to her thighs, running up them. "You might actually be as crazy as I am."
"You're not crazy. If you were, two years ago you would've stabbed that guy. You would've fucked up you-know-who the other day rather than being worried about your parole, and about us. You wouldn't be able to care but you do. Don't you?"
His eyes softened, forehead touching hers. "'Course I do."
"Then don't let people calling you crazy get to you. You're so much more than that, you're more than—"
"—'More than what people say ya are'," he finished, sighing deeply. "I know, I know."

He stayed like that for a moment, eyes closed, lips slowly turning into a smile. She watched him, seeing all the emotions dancing through his expressions, still quite aware that his hands kept her thighs warm.

"God, Pers," he murmured, "what did I ever do t' earn someone like you?"
"Being yourself really paid off."

He then scooped her up over his shoulder, one arm hooked around the back of her knees. Persephone's hands grappled for his hoodie.

"Hey!" She demanded, surprised at her quick upheaval (and similarly impressed with his strength). "What're you doing?"
"Well, I wanted t' have some fun with ya, but we're both filthy." His free hand slapped her ass. "We're gonna catch a shower first."

He carried her out of the room and down the hallway. As she balanced on his shoulder, biting her lip, she thought of the fun they were going to have. She'd picked the weirdest, quirkiest boyfriend ever. And she was way too fucking into him.


The bathroom awaited, down the hall, through the threshold. Lucas closed the door, dropped Persephone to her feet, then he turned to her, imagining all of the things he planned to do. She threw her arms around his shoulders and kissed him. Even as he walked toward the tub, she wouldn't let him go and he had to do a goofy shuffle toward the shower, their somewhat stifled giggles and laughter echoing around them. He reached out to the shower handle, struggling to find it before he pulled away to see properly. She took her chance to strip him; unzipping his hoodie and wrenching it off, unbuttoning his pants. When the water had warmed, he grabbed her clothes to tear them off, too.

She grabbed his wrists when he tried to yank her clothes. "Don't rip these."
"Don' ruin my fun."

But he slowed down and took her clothes off gently. He had plenty of time to get rough with her, have her scream for him like she'd screamed the other day in the attic, but he wanted to wash her first; see her naked and lather her; run his hands across her body. Still kissing her warm lips, he shuffled a bit more as he made for the cabinet at the back. He scrambled around the drawers, hand probing everywhere for a washcloth.

When he found one and stripped the last piece of clothing off her, he took her into the shower and shut the curtains. Lucas soaped up the washcloth, eyeing her. They hadn't actually seen each other naked before — their first time was so spontaneous that they'd been fully clothed. Holy shit, her body nearly knocked him on his ass. Her curves, her pale skin, her plump ass and thighs and breasts; his eyes could've gotten lost for hours — well, if he had the patience. But he didn't. He wanted to grab at her, feel every soft bit of skin he could. He had to convince himself to take it slow, wash her, take in her scent and sensuality. With lip firmly between his teeth, he took the washcloth first to her neck, other hand on her supple waist.

Lucas washed her arms and shoulders, hands migrating to her full tits. He ran his fingers along her hard nipples, making her squirm and release tiny little breathy moans from her throat. How fucking cute.


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He stopped, remaining deep inside of her to feel her clenching orgasm and listen to her making a breathless fuss, then kept up his assault on her insides. Being able to make her cum exhilarated him — it only took a few extra thrusts to bring him to orgasm as well.

His breathing heavy, he grunted, "Oh shit, Pers, I'm gonna cum."

She pulled him out, whipped around, then dropped onto her knees. His orgasm gushed out hands-free, catching her neck and chin before she put her mouth around him, leaving her hands to work out the rest. It was the best orgasm of his fucking life. His mind swirled and his legs quivered as everything released inside of her mouth. He felt his lips and tongue forming curses, hearing his voice as though it came from miles away. Even after his body relaxed, he still felt the aftershocks of his orgasm streaming through his groin.


They lay in his old bed together a little while later, his arm around her and her head on his chest. The small bed cramped them together, but they made it work. They'd forgotten to bring fresh clothes and had to run to his old room in nothing but towels, but they laughed about it now. He would get clothes for the two of them soon but, for the time, they enjoyed a little pillow talk.

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