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Flora slammed the door behind her, not even bothering to utter a 'hi' or 'I'm home' to her parents. She just charged to her room, slammed that door too, and screamed into her pillow. It took a solid minute, but when she was finished she pushed her curly red hair out of her face and huffed.
This was getting old real fucking quick, all of the comments and derogatory phrases being said to her at school, not even mentioning all of the 'pranks' that were committed that bordered on abusive. Oh, who was she kidding, it was abusive.
Emma, the unruly queen bee, was the worst of it, always somehow being involved either at the center of it or an enthusiastic bystander. Flora just wanted a normal, girly, highschool experience and it was being wrecked every second she had it.
Flora took off her shoes and properly set down her bag, deciding to go to the kitchen for some comfort food. Some s'mores sounded good right now, she could toast them over the stove.
When she walked into the kitchen, she did happen to notice how void of life it was. No mother or father in sight, and it was explained as to why when she saw the note taped to one of the cubboards.
"Dear sweetie,
An unexpected emergency has come up at work. We are hoping to be back by Monday, Tuesday at the latest.
We have left money in the envelope for takeout and there are leftovers in the fridge. No parties, but invite your friends down if you want. We'll call everyday and you can call us whenever too.
We love you!
-Mom + Dad"
Ah, that explains it. Flora's parents were scientists specialising in the biomechanical field, so things to do with being able to connect nerves to a patient's prosthetics in order to control them through brain waves and also feel sensation. An emergency though? Flora had no idea what that would entail regarding a few screws and bolts.
So, Flora was going to be alone for the rest of today, Friday, the weekend, and maybe the entirety of Monday. No biggie.
Flora folded the note with a smile on her face. She would probably order Chinese tonight, give herself a treat after the shit week she had. At that thought alone, her sour mood was back.
God, she just wishes she could do something, really stick it to Emma in a way that would count and couldn't be traced back to her.
With that sinsiter thought, she searched the pantry for marshmallows, biscuits and chocolate. Once she had all of her ingredients, she was about to turn the stove on, before she heard the doorbell ring.
She made her way to the front door, checking the peephole to see nobody. She opened the door gently, still expecting someone to jump out at her, only to be met with nothing.
Maybe it was some ding-dong-ditchers, she thought, it being a rare but not unheard of practice in the neighborhood. Shrugging, she went to close the door, but her eyes caught something on the floor.
A box, a simple cardboard box, a little larger than her forearm. Picking it up, it had a bit of heft to it, with no discernable logos or signatures that indicated a brand or manufacturer.
At first, Flora thought it was something her parents bought, or maybe a neighbor wasn't home and the post-men put it with her for safe-keeping. Upon further inspection, she was proven wrong.
'Flora Fitzgerald' stood in small letters on the 'send' sticker. Confused, the redhead tried to recall if she had ordered anything online, and her mind came up blank. Upon further inspection, there was also no return address.
Bringing it over to the kitchen table, she searched for a box cutter, quickly finding one in the workshop of her parents. She cut the tape open to open the flaps, and peered inside.
There was bubblewrap and packing peanuts encasing a slightly smaller box inside, along with a letter. The letter was typed, not written, on lilac paper.
'For your troubles. Connected to one E.D.'
Alright, not ominous at all. Tossing the letter to the side, the teen inspected the smaller box. It was a deeper lilac compared to the letter, and had beautiful white swirls decorating it like branches. She grabbed the box cutter and sliced again.
She tipped the opening to slide the object inside into her open hand. It hit her palm and it took her a few seconds to realise what it was.
It was a fucking Fleshlight. And a metal disc but that was besides the point.
Someone was after mailing her a sex toy, and Flora could feel her freckled face go bright red out of embarrassment. Does this count as assault?
Turning it in her hands incredulously, she inspected it. It was cylindrical in shape, an albeit satisfying finish on it made it easy for grip. It too was lilac, and the top opening revealed the shape of a vagina, and Flora was able to see the clit, lips, and general vulva too.
Now, Flora had seen porn before, accidentally or on purpose it didn't matter, but one thing's for sure and it was that this mimic looked incredibly real. The silicone had a sheen that made it look actually wet without any lube, and the colouring was perfect. From what she had seen, fake pussies only had the one colour, a light pink or peach, but this looked real, like an art project. She could also see tiny follicles on where pubic hair was supposed to be. Flora could feel her dick twitch at the sight.
Placing the toy down, she went to the metal disc. It was sleek, stainless steel that had a frosty reflection of her as she stared back at it. She didn't know which was the back or front, but one side had those same initials as in the letter. E.D.
The girl tried to convince herself that this was a mistake, a wrong address, but the send sticker clearly stated her name, and the only people who knew her address were her family, close friends who she would trust with her life, and the school staff, so who could have sent her this?
Although, despite this situation being weird as hell, she wasn't necessarily going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Many would kill to have sex toys, especially those that live with their parents for whatever reason, and she just got one for free. She hopes, anyway.
She'll deal with this later, she has some s'mores to make.
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It was now 8PM, and Flora had finished both her s'mores and dinner. She lay in her bed, Fleshlight beside her, debating on whether she should commit to debauchery or not.
Considering that this toy was not bought by her specifically, and there is no return address, it may be better to stick a finger or a pencil in before stuffing her dick inside it. For all she knew it could cut her up.
She routed through her schoolbag and found her pencil case, taking out a mediocre pencil, nothing special, just a blunt one.
She sat back on her bed, taking the toy in her grip. The entrance still looked the same as before, that realistic sheen coating the fake flesh.
She flipped the pencil around to it's butt, not wanting to pierce the toy's walls just in case it was indeed a perfect pleasure toy.
Inching ever so closer, it nearly touched the opening before Flora could hear a slight buzzing sound.
Halting her movements, the girl looked around her room in confusion. It wasn't her phone, it was on her nightstand and no caller ID was showing, and there honestly was nothing in the house that could make that distinct pitch, similar to a drone.
Suddenly, the disc she had nearly discarded came rising from God-knows-where, and appeared right in front of her face.
Hovering.
"Ah!" Flora yelped in surprise, dropping the toy onto her bed and scooting back from the disc, back hitting her headboard. It remained stationary in the air, the droning sound ebbing off into nothingness before...
The frosted stainless steel began to morph, colour not present anywhere around her in the reflection manifesting, as well as the imaging become clearer, the frosted look melting away to a more concise and crystal image.
It showed moving images of a room, but not Flora's room, no, it was a bedroom she had never seen before. The images were crisp and cinematic, similar to a movie, just on a circular screen.
Flora's breathing began to go laboured. She was surely loosing her mind, right? There was no way a regular disc was flying in front of her face and creating up an image?
Only it was not a random image she soon began to realise, as the white door to the room opened, and in walked someone she knew all too well. Emma.
Why was she able to see Emma's room? HOW was she able to see Emma's room? This just kept getting more insane by the second.
The teenager was wandering around her room, picking up a remote and pressing an 'on' button, no doubt turning on a television. She climbed into her bed and began scrolling through her phone, it's lilac case a stark contrast to her white walls covered in posters.
Lilac?
Struck with a realisation, Flora inspected the toy's cylindrical casing and held it up to the live feed. It was the same shade as Emma's case, exactly.
E.D.
Emma Dunphey.
Flora breathed out a gulp of air she didn't realise she was holding. If anything about this was to be believed, then somehow, this sex toy was connected to Emma.
Usually, Flora would call that theory preposterous and completely unrealistic, but there was a giant disc floating in front of her showing (presumably) Emma's exact location in real time.
The bully kept scrolling through her phone, small laughs which Flora could hear occasionally eminating from the disc. She was completely oblivious to the person watching her.
Flora could only sit and watch for a moment, conflict strumming through her body. On one hand, this was completely unethical and insane, surely bordering on a violation of some kind if she were to go through with it, but...
Now, Flora had to admit to herself, the idea of fucking her bully as revenge, and Emma not being able to stop it...
It did something to Flora, something that made her girl-dick twitch below her clothing.
Okay, once wouldn't harm anyone. Emma would probably convince herself it was a weird dream or contraction of her stomach muscles resulting in pleasure.
Taking a deep breath, Flora eyed the hole of the toy, pussy staring back at her. Keeping an eye on the screen, she prodded a finger along the entrance of the vaginal opening.
Something happened. On the feed, Emma jolted, sitting up straight and putting a hand to her lower stomach, pretty brows furrowed. Flora stopped for a few seconds, letting Emma resume her previous actions.
So it was live. Her dick twitched once more.
She entered her pointer finger slowly, letting it be sucked in by the unprepared and tight hole.
Emma jolted again, a gasp coming from her throat. She put her phone down and looked around anxiously, and Flora couldn't help but love it, seeing that expression on her face after feeling it herself so many times was delicious.
She swatched and prodded her finger against the gummy walls, feeling slick accumulate. She quickly added another finger, not nervous of any pain the might inflict.
Emma sucked her breath in through her teeth, now positioned on her knees and leaning forward, folding herself at the sensation. Her black hair pooled around her, covering her with attempted modesty.
Now, from what Flora understood about sex (both from videos and her friend group's unashamed talks), curling your fingers up should-
Emma squealed, leaning back up and looking downwards. Her face was so clear, body confused.
The sight made Flora so unbearably hard in her jeans. With each moan coming from Emma, a devious itch in the back of her brain was scratched.
Emma began unbuttoning her shorts, clawing away at her panties to find the source of her pleasurable problem. Only she found nothing. She threw her head back, hand coming to cover her mouth when Flora hit a particularly deep spot.
Desperate now, Flora stopped her administrations to unzip her jeans. Emma's body relaxed at the pause, thinking everything was over.
Flora proved her wrong though, when she speared the toy onto her long, thick cock. It made tucking a bit if a job, but even she was impressed with it.
Emma was tight, even with the prep, but she was so slick. Emma gasped, a guttural moan threatening to break free from behind her hand at the intrusion. Flora kept going deeper and deeper, a moan of her own bubbling up.
She was so warm, it was unlike anything the redhead had ever experienced before. She hilted herself inside, and she could vaguely see Emma's hips shaking on the feed.
Flora had to take a moment for herself lest she was to cum. She let the toy sit on her cock, feeling Emma pulse around her.
Emma started moving, slowly getting off the bed with weak knees, but Flora wasn't letting her get far. She took the toy in her hand and began pumping.
"Fuck!" Emma fell to the ground with a slight thud as Flora started fucking her pussy with abandon. Each hilt pushed a sound out of Emma, as if the assailant was there in person.
Flora threw her head back, biting her cherry lips. God, Emma felt so fucking good. If she knew she'd be so into this she would have done it in real life sooner. Maybe.
"Oh- shit-" Emma moaned on the disc. Her thin body was being wracked with forced pleasure.
Flora could feel herself getting closer, the way her movements grew quicker and less precise, so to ensure she got all she wanted out of this, she brought a thumb to the clit of the toy.
Emma brought a hand to her pussy in shock, eyes rolling back. Flora could feel her tighten, and with a few more thrusts, they were cumming together.
Flora shoved herself inside, pumping the toy full of her seed. Within her blank mind, she still brought herself to nudge Emma's clit, prolonging her pleasure. Emma shook and whined with her orgasm, tightening around nothing as she was forcefully guided though it.
Eventually, Flora pulled out as she eventually grew soft. Her eyes were trained on the feed, as Emma slumped to the ground with ragged breath.
The toy, oddly enough, did not begin to leak with Flora's seed. Instead, she saw Emma's eyes go wide as she rushed out of her room on shaky legs.
Well, that is certainly interesting.
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Flora tried to convince herself it would only be the one time, she would indulge just once and she would never look back, but choosing to stay home from school the next day left her home alone once again, only now the toy was in her room and blatantly tempting her.
She tried to do the school work her friends were messaging about between classes so she could keep up, but it wasn't working, not when she wanted to fuck something.
The whole morning her dick was as hard as a rock, and she tried to play with herself to try and ease the feeling, even cum just to placate it for the moment, but nothing worked.
Emma will never know it was her, so she guesses there would be no harm, right?
Pulling up her mattress and taking the toy from it's hiding spot, the disc flew over to her again, manifesting Emma on it's surface.
She appeared to be in class, and guessing from the class layout it looked to be math, posters of different equations with mascots pasted to the walls and their elderly teacher at the front, back turned away from the class.
Needing to get her rocks off right now, Flora decided to not prep Emma, she would just take her time. She nudged her cockhead to her opening, and she saw Emma flinch, eyes darting around panicked, yet trying to remain nonchalant.
Easing herself in centimeter by precious centimeter, Flora was unabashed in her moans. She saw Emma bite her lip, trying to keep in noises as Flora crept into her pussy.
Emma crossed her legs underneath her desk, leg bouncing. She rested her face in her hand in such a way that it covered her mouth and was inconspicuous, although Flora knew there was indeed a reason.
Soon, Flora was fully in once more, a breathy moan escaping her at the sight. Her bully was so helpless to stop this, knowing if she made any noise she was done for.
Something in Flora's brain must have flipped in the last twenty-four hours, because she felt another side of her come to the surface, something sadistic and exacting.
Instead of fucking Emma with no restraint, she instead held herself completely still. Her cock twitched at the walls around her, but she didn't tempt herself.
With the quality of the vision, she could just about make out the bully squeezing her legs together, grinding down on the seat.
Giggling, Flora decided to turn on her laptop, choosing to peruse through Youtube and the occasional porn site to really prolong this experience.
Every once in a while, Flora would look back at the feed to see Emma being a tad bit more sure of herself. To keep her in check, she would fuck the toy for a few strokes before stopping, shocking the girl every time.
This went on for several hours, Flora had checked. She kept herself disciplined, telling her the outcome would be more rewarding than her own release, and boy was she right.
By the end of the school day, Emma was a mess. Her legs were shaky, she was unfocused in class, and the toy was unbearably wet. Flora was relatively the same, but at least she was in the comfort of her own home.
When the final bell rang out, the redhead saw her bully jump up from her seat, grab her bag, and race down the hall, only she wasn't going to the school exit, she was going to the bathroom.
Opening the door, she could see Emma peer below each stall, checking for any company. Finding none, Emma entered a stall and locked the door behind her.
She pulled down her shorts and underwear and began touching herself.
"Fuck fuck, come on-" she whined, rubbing her clit furiously for some sense of relief.
Deciding that she had had her fun, Flora started fucking the toy. Emma's back arched.
"Ah! Yes!" She whispered, hips rolling in time with the thrusts. Having been at this for so many hours, it didn't take long for either of them to finish.
Flora filled the toy once again, stuffing Emma with her seed and riding the waves of pleasure. Emma felt the sensation of being filled, and made little noises akin to 'no no no's.
Taking her cock out of the toy, Emma's pussy began to leak seed, and she quickly positioned herself over the toilet bowl to let it sink out.
Flora was soft again, belly heaving with each lost breath.
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Despite what Flora told herself, she didn't stop, not for the next few days anyway. She constantly tormented Emma in different ways, sometimes multiple times a day.
She ate her out at one point, calling it "practice", using this opportunity to also test out Emma's stamina. She didn't have a lot, but it didn't stop Flora from bringing orgasm after orgasm.
She even fucked her when Emma brought a date over, thrusting in time with the guy. He commented on how into it she was, making Flora laugh. It was her that was doing this, not him.
Flora would even set an alarm in the middle of the night just so she could do something to her when she was asleep. It was so cute how confused she was when she woke up with pleasure, cumming and immediately falling back asleep again.
She even noticed a difference in school on Monday. She seemed distracted, not even bothering to make any comments to anyone or Flora.
"She got laid and the orgasm changed her" one of Flora's friends said. She laughed along with the joke, merely to blend in.
Her parents arrived back on Tuesday, hugs all around and takeout once again for dinner.
"So, what even happened at work that was so bad you had to be pulled away for, like, nearly six days?" Flora asked, picking at her Chow Mein.
"An important prototype was stolen. Some person took it in the middle of the night and we were called in to remake it. We had a big company coming in on Monday to survey it, and we had to work double time" her mother said...