Cruelty in kindness

Stacy got home late that night, for, she was diligently informed, the 6th time in a row. Who kept such a careful track of these things? Why did they bother?! She was, as always, informed that this had to be the last time. The past 5 had had to be the last time too. They both seemed to be edging on legitimately upset this time though… so she had to give them some sort of distraction. The A-grade schoolgirl had no choice but to let slip her troubles with the school over this work experience placement. They probably would have found out anyway. She gave out a few tears as well… a sob story about how all the pressure of her schoolwork had just made it slip her mind…

And that was that. They had something something to grab on to. Something they could try to fix that was easier than actually trying to find out what their daughter was really thinking. God, that was what she hated about her parents. They were so determined to live a lovely 3 bedroom, 2 car, nuclear suburban life that they could hardly seem to see or fathom anything outside that ideal. As long as their only daughter’s grade average was within a suitable range, she didn’t seem to be smoking or hanging around with ‘the wrong sorts’. Why, then she must be turning out fine. Well done them as parents. Dinner and wine with the Johnson’s on Thursday?

Stacy loved and hated the freedom this gave her. Loved and hated how easily she could maneuver around them, lie to them, play the role they so wanted to believe of her. She could act like their perfect little princess from dawn to dusk, if needed. If they were watching. She loved and hated the pair of them because neither seemed to have the slightest idea who she really was…

They were immediately consoling at the admission of her failings. They hugged and reassured her and got right on task with setting this straight, without a single thought of letting her face the problem she’d caused herself alone. Her Dad started making calls immediately, while her Mom ran her a nice hot bath. By the time the teen had sank below the bubbles a knock on the door informed her a placement was all set up for her… all she had to do was turn up. She felt sick with guilt and self-loathing. That was all it had taken to fix HER mistake. As the soapy water soaked into her crevices, washing out the last dregs of semen she had collected within herself today… her darling family settled down to relax for the evening, another job well done. Stacy scrubbed herself bitterly, before succumbing to the notion that surprise, surprise… she was once again horny.

She walked out of the bathroom still naked and dripping, calling out that she was going early to bed. A consenting ‘goodnight’ was all she received through the open lounge door. Neither turned to see her state of undress. She climbed the stairs and locked her door. She had found a fun new way to spend her evenings of late, while Mark and Peter sent their incessant messages. There was a website where you could simply broadcast yourself to random strangers, the length and breadth of the internet. It was mostly occupied by ugly men in darkened rooms, hoping to find something worth masturbating to. She was more than happy to provide. She kept a little mental tally… a ‘high score table’ perhaps: Of how many she could watch cum before her own working fingers brought her to climax. On a good night she could beat her current record twice before collapsing into a deep and drooling slumber. Sometimes she didn’t even remember to turn off the camera, resulting in the twisted little joy of waking up to see some complete stranger already watching her… and wondering how many creeps had spent their time admiring her unconscious form while she slumbered.