The Canary in the Coal Mine

Many hours later...

“H-Hello, my name is Gina and… and I guess I’ll be living with you all for awhile.”

Caleb had a firm hand on Gina’s shoulder, ensuring she found no sense in trying to run when she was forcing him to **** her to stay. This same, third-party self-discipline came to explain why she got into his car, directed him to her dorm, gave him all her personal information, and even filed her notice of leaving said dorm to reside with her... paramour? Lover? Punisher? Whatever Caleb was.

She had sat quietly in the crappy green Hyundai this man drove solely because, of course, he was driving her around on her unspoken, forgotten commands. She listened intently as she outlined, through him, her new living arrangements. The word "marriage" sparked fear in her gut, but it was said only in passing: for now, she was just to be his live-in sex partner, content to share a bed with a man she did not love and, except for his usefulness as a sex toy, found mostly repulsive.

All the while, Gina had been confused, terrified, and sore. Her crotch still burned with the involuntary, strained tension of her muscles, but she could feel that some of his seed had finally leaked out before being fully absorbed into her womb or vaginal tissue. Even now in the current moment, greeting the man’s parents, she was mortified to do so as she felt her inner thighs slick with old semen mixed with her vaginal fluids. She smelled like sex, surely, but everyone politely nodded with confused expressions.

“I’m moving her in to help me sort my life out and, of course, to by my first girlfriend for now, maybe even my wife later, just like you wanted.” Caleb’s blanket statement was insane, and it was not the first time Gina wrestled with the fact that she had willed him to claim it. Her mind recoiled at the thought of wasting time dating such a lech, much less being that qualified "first" girlfriend. She didn't want to be anyone's lover right now, a feeling redoubled as her vagina twitched with soreness. She never thought it could get tighter or even more painful, but being forcefully deflowered in a library study room taught her otherwise. Her thighs twitched with her agony...

Agony she goaded him into delivering, she reasoned, so undoubtedly this proposed living together, too, is part of her self-inflicted punishment. He posited this as a mere starting point, to see if they should eventually get married, no less horrific in her mind than motherhood, and something she could scarcely believe she came up with. How much did she hate herself, how deep was her guilt, and how was forcing her victim into this any kind of redemption? For all his complaints, he seemed to enjoy it all with a smug smirk, so maybe this really was satisfying for him. Perhaps this would be redemption… a terrible, life-changing redemption.

Needing a distraction, she looked to his parents: a simple, similarly ugly father with a bigger gut and less hair stood on one side of the living room, seemingly eager to dash down the hallway and out of this conversation. A surprisingly attractive mother, conversely, sat on the sofa. She had chestnut hair, a pleasant-if-**** smile, and giant, sagging breasts hidden in a thick t-shirt. (Clearly, they were not expecting guests.) Caleb had said something about having a sister in college, but she was nowhere to be found here in this humble, worn house.

Caleb’s parents, meanwhile, were faster to accept their apparent plan and control over Caleb: of course it would be wonderful if this lover proved to be wife material, he would be so lucky to marry such a smart-looking girl, and how fortunate to meet one going to college! As they jumped to aid her coming in, welcoming her as a potential future daughter-in-law, there was a bizarre tension as everyone but Caleb felt pangs of guilt for forcing him into this. None spoke of it—it had to be obvious, and too embarrassing or criminal to highlight—and so not one of then realized the similar apprehensions in each other. Caleb's parents would never have permitted this if Caleb tried to get his latest girlfriend to move in when he himself was wearing out his welcome... but this was different. This was their plan now. As Gina's electronics, clothes, and other baubles marched in from Caleb’s car, there was only the gentle conversation of pleasant introductions and talk of the weather. The elephant in the room continued to be ignored.

From Caleb’s perspective… the entire thing was a careful work of art on his part.

Ultimately, he had permitted the librarian to slip from his fingers, along with almost everyone else, for now. Accepting that he was now in possession of a strange power or circumstance, he had calmed his maniacal plans when he came to the startling realization that he still knew nothing about it. Where did this power come from? How long would it last? Was there a limit to using it on a person more and more? What would happen if he didn't keep using it on someone? Would his victims remember everything he did if the effect eventually wore off?

He had to limit his crimes in this storm of uncertainty... but he already had one victim, one who presented an excellent test case: she was there when it started, she had been thoroughly influenced by him, and now he would use her to gauge just how long it lasted. His metaphorical canary in the coal mine: as long as she kept singing, he knew he could keep digging.

Of course, he needed a "control" for this experiment. The librarian would fit nicely: she would be quiet about his activities in the library as long as he never came back and as long as she thought they were her idea in the first place. Caleb would do everything he could to avoid interacting with her again. If it turned out the power wore off when not constantly put under its effect, he would find out when she reported everything that transpired to the police, or at least to the university authorities. The same would be proven with Cheryl, the one woman he definitely had no interest in seeing again: his boss at the SurveYou tent had been talked into continuing to pay him even as he failed to appear for work, a grand idea of her own making with no explanation that Caleb could figure out. She seemed incredibly worried--probably about getting caught authorizing pay for a non-employee--but that was more her problem than Caleb's, now, at least until she snapped out of it and terminated his pay.

Either way, it would all just mean Caleb learned the limits of his power. If he got in trouble, he felt confident now he could talk or act his way right out of it again.

The plan felt ironclad. It was not, but Caleb certainly felt more confident as Gina's things began to pile up in his room. She had a surprisingly
modest collection of belongings in that dorm room of hers, and they piled in cozily with Caleb’s. Neither were too worried or interest in big wardrobes, so the one closet and one vanity dresser had served to hold both their sets of clothing easily. Even her dirty clothes only barely surged over the rim of his hamper by the closet.

Caleb analyzed his room a bit more. He had a private bathroom with a standing shower, his queen-sized bed of some eight years of age, and the above-average sum of evidence of a bachelor in repose, from drained fast food cups to a suspiciously stiff sock underneath his computer desk. It was more crowded than ever just by having Gina here, but he suspected she’d be gone most days. “Hey Gina, tell me what your school schedule like, so I know when to drive you.”

She raised a brow, but shrugged. “I’m in virtual classes, so I only went to campus to use the library or restaurants.”

Well that’s convenient. He watched as she went towards the bathroom, but he followed close behind. “Ah-ah-ah,” he chastised, but she only barely paused before continuing to close the door.

Right, I need to actually stop her. A bit winded from the day, Caleb nonetheless got his foot in the door and pushed back, forcing it to remain a few inches open as she stopped pushing and looked up at him in shock.

“Where are you going?”

She searched his eyes, trying to rationalize the query. “But I-I need to shower…”

“We’ll shower together from now on,” he murmured, pushing the door wide enough to enter. Her eyes showed obvious fear at her latest command to him. Knowing what she had made him to her already, her hands went to guard her still-clothed crotch.

Caleb was hard again knowing what would happen in that shower. I bet she’s really sore right now… He looked her body over. …I bet she’s really tight right now, too. There was the other end of Caleb’s “experiment,” of course: ensuring the absolute depth or limits of this power. Was it possible to do something so wrong or unwanted that the viewer could never attribute it to their own will? He could find out by pushing Gina as hard and as viciously as he could, just to see if she continued believing it was all according to her plans.