Chapter 15 - Ways to Cope

Betty cashiered her last customer and punched out after her the supervisor counted her till. Tired, she knew she still had more work to do. She found Adam waiting in the small stockroom office. It had been taxing, but she came back every couple of days. At least it is something to get my mind off Jack and Karen. The interview with their caseworker earlier this week didn’t go well, and she was becoming increasingly nervous. Jack and Karen were only in temporary care, but if she didn’t convince the worker that it was an isolated incident then they may not be returned. It’s a mess, but I have to wait another week while they finish interviewing everyone around us. She tried to put it to the back of her mind.
 
“Where is Jason?”
“He went home sick. Just you and me today, Betty.”
God, I can only imagine what sick shit he will want me to do. At least we have some privacy now. They figured out Mr. Hendricks schedule, and Betty changed her routine to accommodate. With him gone, the only person who would come into this office was the night manager at closing time. They had a few hours to use, but she knew this boy wouldn’t last 10 minutes.
 
“Well, what is the plan today?” She asked hesitantly.
“You need to have some patience!” He spoke mockingly; he used that term ever since she had said it to him. “I want you to bend over that table and take anything I put into your ass, got it?” She didn’t have much of a choice. He could get her fired, and if he was that vindictive, he could get her into even more trouble for having sex with him. He would ruin my chances to get Jack and Karen back.
 
She lowered her pants and spread herself. She offered him a small bottle of lube she had purchased recently. Luckily, he allowed some time for her to heal in between insertions. It had been a few weeks since he had put anything unusual into her. She turned around and tried to relax, thinking of how little control she had over her life now. I might just lose custody of my kids for good next month and I’m coping by letting a stock boy put things in my ass. I have to figure a way out of this.
 
She was roused from her thoughts by Adam’s fingers. At least he is kind enough to prepare my ass before he forces things inside. He spent about a minute working his fingers, opening her for the upcoming insertion. Then, she felt it, something decently sized, but not enough to cause pain. It slipped in easily. “Did you wash these things?”
 
“Yes, yes, before you got here.” He slapped her ass. “Face forward!”
 
She huffed as she waited for the next item. He held the lubricated object against her, and it felt a fair amount larger. He pressed it, moving it slightly to find entrance. She held her breath as she felt it parting her, causing a great deal of pain as her asshole opened to accept it. She moved forward, but Adam followed her, continually forcing it deeper until her ass finally sucked it in. Betty lurched forward and cried out.
 
She whined as he watched. She started to turn around, but he stopped her and slapped her behind. “Don’t peek. Face forward!”
She caught a glimpse of the object in his hand: a lemon. “How many more things are you going to put in me?”
“One more, just take it.”
 
She turned around and mentally prepared, as this one looked to be just as large as the last. She felt it slipping into her anticipating backdoor. It moved in more easily, but she felt immense pressure from the first one as it moved deeper. She clenched her eyes shut, but otherwise took it far more easily.
 
“There, you’re packed full. Turn around and lay back on the table.” Betty awkwardly leaned back upon the table, lifting her legs high. The small, beady-eyed boy moved into position with his pants unzipped. He looked even shorter with her long legs draped over his shoulders. He slid his cock out and entered her. She was immensely damp, but he said nothing. He moved in slowly before he started fucking her. “I feel them in your ass.” He reached under her shirt to touch her breasts.
“I’m really full now, but this feels great.”
He squinted, and with a few more pumps, he was already done. She could feel his juice filling her. She burst into laughter as he convulsed atop of her. He finished and stepped back.
 
“I’m sorry, it was just so fast, come back.” Betty extended her hand.
“No, you bitch. You don’t get to cum this time!” He tucked his limp shaft into his pants and grabbed her clothes from the floor. He stormed to the door and tossed them onto the ground. “Fetch.”
 
Betty was stunned, but when she realized he was serious, she stepped down and shuffled to the door. She bent down to grab them and heard the office door close behind her. Trying the handle, she realized that he locked her out. That little shit! She quickly put her pants on, feeling the fruit in her ass shift. It was difficult to hold them in as she walked, but she decided to head for the bathroom. She passed by numerous stockers and a few customers on her way. Hopefully they don’t notice how I’m walking.
 
She reached the bathroom only to find it closed for cleaning. Crap! The other one is across the store! She steadied her breathing, noticing Adam approaching with something in his hand. He directed her to a back corner by the closed deli. He wrapped his arms around her, as if hugging her. In reality he pulled the back of her pants down and pressed another lemon in between her tensed cheeks. He had lubricated it enough that it glided in easily, in spite of her unwillingness to relax. It forced the other lemons deeper and just was just barely able to fit. She jerked and panted as her heart fluttered. He rested his head against her milk-filled breasts and pushed against her pregnant belly, holding her in place after the insertion. After the pain subsided, she was more excited than she should have been, knowing that anyone might catch them.
 
I want to tell him to fuck me right here, but the camera is watching us. She looked up as they hugged, glad that the camera only caught their embrace and not the lewd behavior behind her. Adam stepped back and gave a Cheshire grin. “See you tomorrow, Mrs. Olsen.” He walked away uncaringly.
 
Betty bit her lip as she struggled with the items she retained. She noticed a male customer in a nearby aisle, so she could not dart into the men’s room. She exhaled and decided that she needed to get home. I don’t live far and that little shit is probably waiting for me at the store’s other bathroom anyway. She moved stiffly, slightly waddling toward the exit. It took incredible focus, but she finally made it to her car. She sat carefully, and found it helped her to hold the objects in more easily. I am holding four lemons in my ass, I’m a damned freak! I can make it home.
 
She made it to the house and found Hank in his usual place in front of television. She was unimaginably aroused and she needed to finish. She dropped her pants and unbuttoned her work shirt before she stepped in front of Hank. He looked as if he might question the situation, but Betty shushed him. “Don’t say a word.”
 
She unzipped his pants and fished out his growing cock. She spread her legs and lowered her excited loins onto his organ. It went in effortlessly as she was practically dripping. She pressed her enlarged belly and hefty breasts against him while pressing her hips down. She tried to draw it out, but she was too excited. It only took a minute before she gasped with ecstasy, quivering and moaning. Hank took over once she started to orgasm, he pounded her hurriedly causing her to whimper with overwhelming sensation.
 
He fucked her for a few minutes longer before he erupted inside of her. The feeling gave her aftershocks, driving her to kiss her husband sensually. Once he stopped, they both looked at each other for a moment. “I’m sorry.”
 
Hank gave a sad smile. “I’m sorry too.”
 
Betty was wrenched from the gentle moment by a pain in her backside as the fruit begged to escape. She painfully stood and shuffled to the bathroom. “I’ll talk when I get out!” She locked the door and began the process of birthing fruit.
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She debated what to do next. I have complete control over certain people with this. She held the black metal shaft in her hand as she lay in bed, contemplating. I don’t think I want to give it up just yet. Ashley decided her next step, bounding downstairs to find her father. He sat leering over his work papers. He ignored her as she stopped in the doorway.
 
“Dad, I command you to give me more attention.”
 
He brought his head up to see her. He removed his glasses as he spoke. “Sweetie, have you finished any homework that you had?”
“Yes, Dad.”
“And you put away the dishes?”
“Yes.”
“Did you put away your clothes?” She sighed and turned to do the chore. “Wait.” He beckoned her closer. “You can sit here for now. How was your day?”
“Good, I got an A on my history test.”
“What about that math test?”
“C”
He nodded slowly. “Come here.” He directed Ashley to sit on his knee. “I know you’re having some trouble focusing since the… incident you had with your teacher, but you can’t let that drag you down.”
“It’s not that, I just have a lot on my mind.” She gave a nervous laugh. “Finding my true friends.” I don’t have them anymore.
“Well, they are hard to find, but the truest friends will last forever.” Ashley gave a sad smile as he kissed her forehead. “Now go finish picking up and get ready for bed. I’ll be up to say goodnight.”
 
She put her clothes away, brushed her teeth, and changed into her pink, short-sleeved, knee-length nightgown. She didn’t know what material it was, but it was incredibly soft. She washed her face and brushed her hair before heading to bed. She placed the command rod in her nightstand drawer. Her father came shortly after and sat on her bedside. “You remind me of your mother, honey. I may not say it often, but I love you.”
 
“I love you too, Dad.” She held his hand, smiling.
“Mind if I lay with you for a minute?”
“Uh, sure.” He’s never this friendly, but it’s wonderful! She pulled the blanket aside and nestled beside him, resting her head upon his chest. They laid in silence for a time. I haven’t laid next to him for a long time. When mom left he would always spend time with me, but around last year we slowly grew apart. I missed this. “I love you Dad.”
 
He looked down to her proudly. She lifted her head, her eyes beaming. He moved her closer and planted a kiss on her lips. Her heart fluttered as he pulled her on top of him. She felt a bulge pressing against her panties as she straddled him. She pulled back, holding herself above him, uncertain of how to react. He wants to have sex with me! I didn’t mean that kind of attention!
 
He watched with concern as she thought. I remember that he grew distant about the time I hit puberty. He loves me! Oh god, I see how Jack fell into his predicament! I can’t do this! But, it would feel nice… and I could just make him forget after. I mean, I have to make him forget this anyway. Ashley had dreamed about this once or twice, but she knew it wouldn’t happen. She knew it had be forgotten… until now. 
 
She lowered herself for another kiss, this one longer and more passionate. He wrapped his strong arms around her. He has been pent up since Mom left us! He reached between their legs and unzipped his pants. He moved his boxers aside and freed his shaft. He pulled her panties aside and pressed into the wet warmth. A soft moan escaped her lips as he clenched his eyes and kissed her neck.
 
It’s weird to do this with someone who actually loves me, she thought, but this is sooo wrong. She watched her father enrapt in pleasure as he showered her with kisses. I can’t think about it like that, I need to relax and just enjoy this. She watched his loving eyes as he held her tightly. She moved her hips with slower, complete motions. She could see a bead of sweat roll from his brow. I remember all of those hands on me in the locker room, but Dad’s touch is so much more… confident.
 
“I’m about to cum, get ready to jump off.”
I’m so close! “Just use my ass, finish in there.”
“Won’t it hurt?”
“It’s okay, I don’t care.” I’m such a slut.
 
He continued and she felt orgasm creeping closer. Just a few… more… times… She moved her hips atop of him, feeling his grip tighten. The wave hit and she tensed, clenching her eyes and as she let out a moan of delight. The pleasure halted as he lifted her slightly and quickly used his hand to direct himself into her asshole. Her panties rubbed on his cock as it forced its way in. Another moan came about, this one changed pitch halfway through. Ashley’s drawn out orgasm intensified as he caused pain in her backdoor. She could feel him squirting into her butt. I love this!
 
She collapsed upon him and waited. “That was fucking amazing!”
“Sweetie!” He was about to scold her for her language before he remembered their situation. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No. I mean, a little, but I’m kind of used to it.”
He moved his head back, questioning her without speaking.
 
She reached into the drawer and held the command rod. “I want you to forget all this happened. You just came in here and said goodnight.” She tucked his damp cock back into his pants. He headed to the door. “Goodnight, sweetie.”
“Goodnight, Daddy.” She stood shakily, making her way to the bathroom.
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The next day she found Jake. As she waited for his friends to vacate, she contemplated how to command him. I could make him be nice and modest, but that is too easy for him, and who knows if it would truly fix him. I could just go for a quick fix and command him to jump off a bridge… But, I could never live with that. I could do what Jack did to me and force him to alienate his friends, but I know how devastating that can be. I am not truly a bad person. I need to do something that will teach him a lesson, but not cause any long-term harm. I have to think of something that will show Karen what an asshole he really is. I have to show her that a life with him is worse than a life without him; the kid won’t change things. He’s an asshole down to his core.
 
The boy nodded and gave a snide smile as she approached. She issued a command before he could speak. She walked away without another word. I’m sure Karen will enjoy their next encounter.