Idiot

• Ethan

“So… Ethan, right? Did I ever get your last name?”

“Fukuyama,” clarified Ethan, and after a brief pause he added, “Japanese, third-generation. I know I don’t look it.”

The older man just nodded back. “Alright. Ethan Fukuyama then. Now, I want to talk to you about something serious here. Just us.”

Ethan nodded back. He had some ideas of how this conversation would go, and the pit of anxiety in his stomach bubbled as he listened.

“I’ll be away for a good few hours, and I’m leaving YOU alone with a bunch of young women, including my daughter, while this claiming thing is going on.” He paused and gave Ethan a meaningful look, before adding, “that’s a lot of trust I’m putting on you.”

Ethan nodded again, unsure what else to say. This talk reminded him of meeting a girlfriend’s parents for the first time, but even more unpleasant.

“So I want to talk to you a bit first, make sure you’re a guy I can trust around my daughter… and so you know the stakes if you’re not.” George took a deep breath, and then smiled a little. “Although my daughter trusts you, and she’s pretty good at sorting good people from bad.”

There was a **** element to the older man’s stern talk, and Ethan realized this was probably awkward for him as well. Like he was forcing himself to play a role he was unused to. “Kaitlyn’s pretty strong. And smart. She came up with the idea of pretending to be claimed.”

George smiled. “Yeah… She’s always been like that.” Another awkward pause ensued. “So… Just so we’re clear. This claiming women shit is wrong and you don’t have any plans of claiming any more women. Right? We agree on that?”

Ethan nodded. “About Nadia…”

“Yeah. Mind telling me the story of how you claimed her?” Asked Kaitlyn’s father, his smile vanishing.

Ethan fidgeted and looked down. He hadn’t told the full story to anyone yet. And Nadia always protected him when anyone questioned them. But now, here? This would be his best chance to tell the full story, to an impartial judge. Or audience, whatever. So he took a deep breath and began telling him how he remembered it.

“We were in the middle of a class when it happened. The mass text. Everyone’s phones rang at the same time, most people checked. Teacher thought it was a prank, she got a bit upset. Most people didn’t take it seriously.” He sighed. “At first class continued as normal. We heard a bit of noise here and there, but… Nothing big. Some people got texts… Then, I think one guy did it to a girl. Made it sound like a joke, claiming her. At first we thought she was just playing along, but then the girl started… Getting inappropriate. Teacher tried to stop them, but.. People began to wonder. Another guy tried claiming the teacher... And it worked.”

Ethan shook his head. He could still remember what happened next, clear as if it was happening in front of him right now. “It was a mess. Suddenly some guys started going after girls and claiming them, one right after the other. Then a bunch of other guys began fighting back against the first group. Some girls fought back too, but most were just scared. But the claimed girls… They fought to protect the men that claimed them. And they were… Vicious. Saw one hit a guy that was trying to pull her away from her master. Then she kicked him while he was on the ground until he was spitting blood. And I… I think he was her boyfriend? I mean, before… Before she was claimed. It was… Horrifying.”

He stopped. It was surprisingly hard to stay calm as he told his story. It’s almost as if, by retelling it, he also relived what he felt at the time. His hands trembled. George, thankfully, noticed his discomfort and put a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, take it easy. I can’t imagine how it must have been, to be in the middle of all that. If you need a moment, it’s ok.”

“I was scared,” confessed Ethan. “I… I didn’t fight against the claimers. Not really. I just stood there, frozen, while all this was happening next to me… But not Nadia. I talked with her a few times, before. Not close friends or anything, but she was cool. Also strong. Didn’t let guys come close to her, kicking them away, keeping them at bay... Then two guys tried ganging up on her, and two claimed girls. It was too much. So she ran… She ran towards me.”

Ethan swallowed nervously, before continuing. “I saw her face, as she ran to me. Terrified. She had a scratch on her arm, from fighting off a guy. And… I don’t know. At that moment, for some reason… It felt like she wanted me to claim her. Like she was choosing me, in that dire moment, as she was cornered.”

“Did she ask you then?” Said George. “Did she say she wanted you to claim her?”

Ethan hesitated, before shaking his head. “No. I… It all happened so fast. The guys were right behind her as she ran to me. Ran into me, really, right into my arms. The guys were right behind her so she hid behind me, and I… That’s when I grabbed and claimed her.” There was a moment of tense silence, which Ethan felt compelled to fill, and so he did. “I panicked, at that moment, and it felt like the only way. I… I hope that was her plan. I hope that’s why she ran towards me… But I don’t know. She tells me now that this is what she wanted, but… I don’t know if she means it or if she’s trying to spare my feelings.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever know for certain.”

Another silence followed, but Ethan could not fill it anymore. He was spent, shoulder slumped and head hung low as he leaned back against the wall of the small, dingy garage, almost fully occupied by the small electric car inside it. In the silence they heard the distant noise of a door closing from somewhere in the house.

George rubbed his chin, a serious expression on his face, before he sighed. “I think…claiming her like that was a mistake. It was a stupid thing… But you were also under pressure, in a horrible situation.” He put his hand on Ethan’s shoulder, his tone firm but not unkind. “I’m not going to sugarcoat it. You fucked up. You did something without thinking of the consequences. But that doesn’t make you a bad guy…”

“... Only an idiot,” finished Ethan, shrugging and looking glum.

George chuckled. “We’re all idiots every once in a while.” But his expression grew stern as he continued: “But now you’re responsible for that girl’s wellbeing, and you have to make sure she’s not abused or taken advantage of. You know that, right?”

Ethan looked up at him and then nodded, looking uncomfortable.

“I mean it,” said George. “You have a woman now that is willing to do whatever you ask. That’s an awful lot of power. That kind of stuff can really go to people’s heads. But remember: Nadia is someone’s daughter. She’s her own person, ok? Don’t forget that.”

Ethan’s mind flashed back to the storage room, Nadia rubbing her chest against his back, and he blinked before nodding, looking uncomfortable.

George narrowed his eyes. So he put his arms on Ethan’s shoulder “You can’t go back on your decision, Ethan. You claimed Nadia, for better or for worse. So don’t do something you’ll later regret.”

“Didn’t claim her for that reason,” he whispered back. And he clenched his hands tight, pushing away the memories of him and Nadia in the storageroom. It wasn’t his fault. He was doing his best. He only claimed Nadia to protect her.

Even if he did find her attractive.

George took a deep breath and then smiled again. “Good. Good. I’m glad we understand each other.” And Ethan could see the tension melting off the older man. “Look, I don’t mean to be an ass, you know…? I’m just looking out for my daughter. That’s all.”

“I get it,” said Ethan.

“Well! Glad we got this conversation out of the way.” George grinned, relieved, as he walked past Ethan. “I will be gone for a while to help out with work, but I’ll be back later. You and the girls stay safe here and don’t draw any attention, alright?”

And with that he left the garage, bumping into Anna on the way out as she glanced quickly at Ethan before going back to the sofa she was sleeping on. When Ethan left the garage and walked into the living room Nadia’s eyes lit up. And Ethan felt something stir in him as she saw the attractive blonde smile.

It was nice to feel wanted, he had to admit. ‘But I have to be careful’, he chastised himself. Even if she was pretty and willing to do everything he wanted. There was still a line he couldn’t cross. Kaitlyn’s father was right, he shouldn’t do something he would later regret.

And with these admonishments swirling in his head, Ethan prepared to sleep beside Nadia on the makeshift bed prepared for them on the floor.

But sleep did not come easily to him. Maybe one could blame that on the eventful day, maybe it was the bed, which was made as comfortable as possible for them but was still not quite a real mattress.

Or maybe it was Nadia, sleeping beside him, so close he could feel her warm, even breath on the back of his neck. Her body was close to his as well, with her as the big spoon, and one arm lay gently on his hips. Try as he might, Ethan couldn’t get the memory of her rubbing her body against him out of his mind, and as a result he was painfully hard as he tried to sleep.

The thought crossed his mind, he could make her help him with that. Make her suck him, or make her bounce on his cock until he came, deep inside her. She would love it, even, No, he shook his head. Dangerous thoughts to have. Just a fantasy, right? But a dangerous one.

He couldn’t stay like this, he HAD to relieve himself. It was the only way to keep his mind clear. Ethan carefully moved Nadia’s hand down and then got up, as quietly as possible. Nadia didn’t seem to notice, still in a deep sleep, and neither did Anna. So Ethan made his way to the bathroom silently, like a teenager sneaking into a place he should not be.

After closing the door and turning on the lights he sat on the toilet and took his pants off with a sigh, releasing his cock from his underwear. There was a small stain on it formed by his precum. He had been hard throughout the day more than he would like to admit, and a pang of guilt surged through him when he remembered what had aroused him: women getting used, showing their naked selves to the world with glee, the pleasure in Nadia’s eyes whenever he gave her an order… Fuck. The situation they were in was messed up, but it also turned him on, even if he felt guilty about it.

He began stroking himself as lust overtook his guilt. As long as all he did was fantasize about it, it was fine, he thought. And he began dreaming of Nadia on her knees, looking up at him as he made her worship him, lick his balls and slapping her face before forcing her to **** on his dick as he used her like a fuckdoll, pulling out only so she could recover her breath while he slapped her face and rubbed his cock all over her -

The door clicked then opened, making Ethan jump as he saw Nadia enter the bathroom. She was fully naked, closing the door behind her and looking down at him.

Ethan, stunned, drunk the sight of her naked body for the first time. The toned arms and legs, the small, firm, pale breasts with pink nipples, the stomach showing the faint hint of her abs. Her pussy was completely shaven, glistening with her juices. And her eyes were admiring him just as much, if not more. He could see it in the way her lips parted, her eyes glazed with desire and pleasure, and the way she would not stop looking, her breath slightly ragged.

“I can help you,” she whispered, after letting out a quiet moan, not taking her eyes off his cock.

He knew he should tell her to leave. Tell her to go away and finish it himself. This was the line, he could not cross it. He should not cross it. It was wrong…

But he didn’t. He sat there, unable to give the command, gripping his cock as it twitched at the sight of the sexy woman in front of him. And when she saw him twitch her eyes lit up and she licked her lips. Her cheeks were flushed with arousal.

“You like my body?” She whispered, and she rubbed her hands over it, her hips, her tight stomach, her tits, showing herself off for him. Oh god, her glistening snatch. “You can use me, however you want. I’m yours, Ethan. So please… Use me. Please?”

The pleading tone, drunk with desire, is what pushed him over the edge. “On your knees,” he said.

Again the joy in her eyes as she immediately went on her knees before him, like this was a dream come true for her. She looked up at him, submissive and eager, and he resumed jacking himself even harder. “Please let me help,” she pleaded, her voice low. She sighed and brought her face closer, until he felt her breath on his cock as she repeated, “please let me help?”

He knew he shouldn’t be doing this. He knew it was wrong. “Open your mouth,” he said. And she eagerly obeyed, tongue out and eyes gleaming. He took her head and pushed it down on his cock, as she swallowed it with a smile. The pleasure made him gasp, and he quickly lost his last dregs of self-control.

Ethan began fucking her throat, grabbing fistfuls of her blonde hair and pushing her up and down hard, relentlessly. The bathroom was flooded with obscene noises, glucking and gagging as tears ran down Nadia’s cheeks. But she eagerly pushed herself to throat him as well, never taking her eyes off him except when they rolled up towards the back of her skull and she moaned with pleasure while throating him.

He did not last long, and soon he shoved her head down to the base before spasming and bucking as he spurted rope after rope down her throat. But far from being bothered by this, instead Nadia’s body trembled as she underwent her own orgasm. Her juices ran down her legs and spit dribbled from her chin, but even in the throes of pleasure her eyes never left Ethan, as if watching his orgasm only intensified her own.

Ethan came to and realized Nadia was struggling to breathe and her face grew pale, although even then she didn’t pull back her head as she stared at him and gagged on his cock over and over. The post-nut clarity then hit him like the wrath of an angry god. He pulled his cock out immediately and held her as she gasped for air. He fucked up, he fucked up, he fucked up…

“That… Was… Ahh… Amazing,” she gasped, tears spilling from her eyes as she blinked. Her face was red, with a messy mixture of spit and cum dribbling from her chin down to her naked chest. “Thank you! Thank you… For using me!” She beamed a huge smile.

“I shouldn’t have done this…” He whispered, more to himself, the guilt doubling down as he saw the state she was in. “Oh no… I’m so sorry… Oh shit…”

She frowned as she saw him upset and shook her head. “No, no, it’s fine. See? It’s fine.” And she smiled at him to show she was happy, before petting his cheek. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m happy and you’re happy, so nothing bad happened, ok?” And she got up from her knees and quickly found a towel, which she rubbed over her face without a care before looking at the mirror. “See? We’ll clear the evidence, nobody will know.” She adjusted her hair and finished drying the mess on her chest before flashing him one last smile.

“Thank you!” Said Nadia. “I’ll do anything if it makes you happy like this.”

And with those parting words she left the bathroom, after quickly peeking out to see if anyone was watching. Ethan was left alone, with his now shrinking penis and his shame. He buried his face in his hands while internally uttering the mantra of those who fucked up.

‘I’m an idiot I’m an idiot I’m an idiot I’m an idiot I’m an idiot…’

The next morning, everyone woke up at different times, with Kaitlyn being bright and early on one end and Ethan being the last to reluctantly get up only to curl up on the couch, his back towards Nadia who looked at him with a mixture of admiration and concern. Everyone shared a simple breakfast of bread and butter or jam, with a thermos full of coffee shared between them all. The small house still felt crowded, but everyone’s spirits were high. Or almost everyone.

Jasmine and Kaitlyn were playfully arguing on who would clean the dishes when Anna got up from the table with a dark expression on her face and took a deep breath. She then turned and addressed the group.

“I live close to here. About an hour away if we walk. And… Last I called my home…” She took another breath. “My mother answered, but… I think… No, in fact I’m sure, she got claimed. I’ve also tried calling my father, but… Nothing.” Everyone was now staring at her, some with pity, others concerned.

She continued. “So I’ve decided… I want to go to my home. And see if I can find out what happened. And…” She swallowed nervously, before sticking her chin out defiantly. “And if I find the piece of shit who claimed my mother? I… I’m going to try to free her.”

The implication, unsaid, was still clear to the whole group. Roslyn was the first to speak up. “Anna… I know this must feel awful to go through, but… That sounds REALLY dangerous!”

“We’re supposed to stay put here, it’s dangerous outside,” chimed in Kaitlyn, wincing. “And you’re talking about… Y’know. Killing someone?”

“I won’t make anyone come with me,” said Anna firmly. “I’m ready to go alone if I have to. I… Just need a weapon and I’m good.”

“That… Is even MORE dangerous,” said Jasmine, looking fearful. “Remmeber what happened yesterday?”

“You can’t ask me to - !” And she choked on her own words, and cursed herself silently. The last thing she wanted now was to look weak. “You can’t ask me to abandon my own mother to… To what the hell is going on outside. I can’t! It may be stupid, may be suicide… But I have to do it. I… I have to try.”

“I’ll help,” said Ethan. He got up from the couch and brushed some stray hair from his face. He saw the women all stare back at him and wondered if the guilt in his face was evident. Did any of them know what happened last night? He steeled himself as Nadia got up beside him. “Me and Nadia, we can give you cover. Like yesterday.”

Anna smiled gratefully at both of them, and Ethan couldn’t help but hope. Maybe this is how he would redeem himself. This is how he would make things right.

“It’s true that you’re the two that can’t be claimed…” Kaitlyn looked uncomfortable. “If there’s anyone who’s best suited for this it’s you two, but… Are you sure?”

“If Ethan is going then so am I,” said Nadia, no doubt in her voice. She then smiled at him, “you’re so incredible! A real hero!”

Jasmine looked down. “I… I’m sorry, Anna. I really am, but… I don’t want to kill anyone.” She looked ashamed at herself for saying so.

But Anna nodded. “Not forcing anyone,” she repeated.

Roslyn also shook her head negatively before looking down. Kaitlyn looked at the two and wavered, before Zarina got up. She was trembling slightly, but her face looked set.

“I’ll help,” she then tried to smile. “You owe me one, roomie.”

“Oh, Zarina! Thank you! Thank you so, so much,” said Anna, and she smiled back at her friend.

Kaitlyn interrupted the celebration. “Sorry, but I… I have to stay here! My dad is coming back in a few hours and besides… Someone needs to stay here and protect the fort, you know?” She bit her lip, looking around. “But... If you’re dead set on going out? I… I have stuff that might help you.”

And she walked off first into her bedroom, then into her father’s bedroom, coming out with a taser and a baseball bat, which she put on the table.

“Thanks! That.. It will help us feel… safer.” Said Anna. She then glanced at the kitchen and asked. “Can we also, uh… Borrow one of the knives.”

“Sure…” Kaitlyn shrugged. “We don’t got guns here, unfortunately, but hope this will help you guys and your… Stuff.”

“Good luck,” muttered Roslyn, her voice small.

“Thank you so much!” Said Anna to Ethan, Nadia and Zarina. She gripped on the knife in her hand tightly, wanting to say more but not finding the words. At first she was afraid this would be an idiotic last stand, that this is how she would find herself alone… But now when she needed it most, here were people that stood by her.

And at that moment, this brought her more hope than she dared to have. Hope that this might work, and that she might see her mother again, her real mother and not a claimed doll.