Tritium's Bedroom (Posts about disconnected)

Disconnected, Part 18

Tritium — Sun, 24 Apr 2016 21:51:47 GMT

Brae snapped to consciousness as her body impacted the cold concrete floor. She twisted her head around to see where she was, only to find that she was blindfolded. Her wrists remained bound by the rope from the previous night, and she discovered that her ankles were bound by tape.

She heard the thud of a small body hitting the floor next to her, followed by a squeak characteristic of Aisling’s voice. The sound of footsteps echoed in a diminishing pattern, punctuated by the slamming of a door. “Brae?” Aisling said in a pleading whimper.

“I’m here.” Brae whisper preceded a coughing fit.

Disconnected, Part 17

Tritium — Tue, 19 Apr 2016 21:58:42 GMT

Payton rolled off the table and knelt next to it. One of her hands slipped between her legs and gently stroked her soaked lips, while the other reached out and spun the bottle on the table. She watched the bottle spin and come to a stop pointing at herself. “Does this mean I get to masturbate for ten minutes?”

“… Or you could have sex with Storm, but I think Aisling would call foul.” Brae said. He hand had migrated to Aisling’s lap and her fingers teased Aisling’s slit. The young girl in Brae’s lap didn’t say anything; she simply moaned out an ‘uh-huh’. “You’re hammered.” Brae commented, to which Aisling again moaned out an ‘uh-huh’.

“You just want to watch people have sex.” Payton commented as she spun the bottle again.

Disconnected, Part 16

Tritium — Sun, 17 Apr 2016 00:46:03 GMT

“It’s been two fucking weeks.” Brae laid down on the ratty sofa with her head in Payton’s lap. Sun shone through the high basement window, but still didn’t illuminate the room any better than the scented candle on the coffee table.

Payton stroked her fingers through Brae’s hair and sighed. “We know she’s not back with her dad, so it can only be good, right?”

“She hasn’t been too school, and now bitch-mom isn’t even talking about her.” Brae turned over and rubbed her cheek into Payton’s thigh.

“We came here to not think about Lily for a while.” Payton said. “We can have a little party.” Brae turned her head and looked up at Payton, unconvinced. “You just let me and Aisling take your mind off of things.”

Disconnected, Part 15

Tritium — Sat, 02 Apr 2016 18:00:00 GMT

Brae fidgeted in her chair and stared at her computer screen. She nervously scratched at her arm while looking at the blank chat window to Scarlet.

Bratlyn36 The cops are here.

Bratlyn36 I really need a smoke

ScarletRayne Then smoke.

Bratlyn36 I can’t, Scar. The cops are here.

Disconnected, Part 14

Tritium — Mon, 28 Mar 2016 22:16:59 GMT

“You did the dishes.” Aisling’s mother asked in disbelief. The woman set down several grocery bags full of frozen meals in the relatively spotless kitchen.

“I use the same fork over and over again.” Aisling said as she started to load the freezer with the month’s groceries. She was dressed in an oversized tee-shirt, and little else.

“How’s school going?” the woman asked while loading the cupboards with cans.

“I’m not failing anything.” Aisling said. “I need you to sign a stack of permission slips for trips or whatever.” She pointed at a small stack of papers on the table next to a pile of her mother’s mail.

Disconnected, Part 13

Tritium — Wed, 23 Mar 2016 20:25:00 GMT

“Anything you desire, M’Lord.” Aisling said with a grin. She stood nude in Braelyn’s bedroom with Brae and Lilly flanking her. The twelve-year-old girl woke the pair up a half an hour earlier when she knocked on the door. She walked from her house in the chilly morning air in a skimpy two-piece bathing suit that hid next to nothing, and a shear beach wrap; just enough to qualify as clothed should she have been hassled by police. Once inside Brae’s bedroom she discarded what little clothing she had.

Brae looked at the girl with astonishment. “I didn’t even know you were coming over.” She craned her neck to get a look at Aisling’s backside and grinned with approval.

“Mistress Scarlet gave me your address and told me to surprise you.” Aisling said. She turned around and bent over some to give Brae a better view of her ass. “Is that ok?”

“Your ass is great.” Brae said. Lilly laughed.

Disconnected, Part 12

Tritium — Wed, 23 Mar 2016 20:20:00 GMT

“What is this even for?” Payton asked as she held up one of the accessories that came with Storm.

Storm rolled her eyes, an uncharacteristic act for the synthetic. “It’s a strap-on, Master.”

Payton batted at the end of the dildo. “I know what it is.” She gave Storm a look. ”Isn’t it a little… big… to be used on you?”

Disconnected, Part 11

Tritium — Tue, 22 Mar 2016 09:00:00 GMT

“Are there any more of my friends that you’ve fucked?” Brae asked the intruder in her bedroom. She had to cover herself in a blanket, which left Lilly only a pillow with which to cover herself.

“Oh, come on!” Bailey objected. “I’ve only had sex with like, six people. Only two of them were your friends.”

“Two? Who’s the other?” Brae demanded.

“Payton, on Sunday. Couldn’t you hear through the wall?” Baily smarmed.

Disconnected, Part 10

Tritium — Thu, 17 Mar 2016 10:10:31 GMT

Brae clamped her knees around Lilly’s hips. Her butt bounced a little against Lilly’s knees as she straddled the lap under her. She once again cleaned the makeup off of Lilly’s face. “The swelling seems to be going down.” Brae said.

Lilly turned her head away from the cleaning pad in Brae’s hand, and looked away from her. “The swelling on my face” she muttered.

Brae rolled her eyes and pressed her own crotch against the growing bulge in Lilly’s panties. “I know.” Brae said and turned Lilly to face her again. She began reapplying a fresh coat of makeup. This time her task was much harder; not only was she trying to hide the bruising on Lilly’s face, but also Lilly had asked for help looking sexy. “Why do you want date-night makeup? Plan on going out?”

Disconnected, Part 9

Tritium — Sun, 13 Mar 2016 14:28:39 GMT

“It’s ten in the morning, why aren’t you in school?” The chat window popped up on Aisling’s monitor. She stared blankly at the window for a few minutes before another message came in. “I know you are just sitting there, staring. You left your camera on.”

“Fuck.” Aisling said aloud. She typed a message back. “I called in sick, Scar.” Scarlet sent back a single line of ellipses. “Fuck. Mistress Scarlet.”

“What’s wrong?” Scarlet asked.

“Nothing. Half the day is health class and I hate the bitch that teaches it.” Aisling typed back.

“Who teaches it, now?”

“Nurse Shaw.” Aisling answered.

“You do know Braelyn’s last name right?” Scarlet sent. “Nurse Shaw is Brae’s mom.”