This choice: Marley's mom storms out with her daughter, bringing Derek with her • Go Back...Chapter #6Cruel irony by: Tisch   *RUB*
*SQUELCH*
Derek couldn't even make a groan as the unaware woman's ass went to work on him. While Marley's mother was arguing with the principal in defense of her daughter, who she thought was not misbehaving, her sliding and rubbing in her seat was causing Derek great distress. In the meantime, Marley was enjoying herself. Knowing what was happening to Derek amused her. At the same time, her mother was standing up for her. Though, Marley did feel a tiny bit guilty for Derek. She knew deep down that she had given him a run for his money. Now, on top of that treatment, Jessie was putting Derek through hell. Nonetheless, Marley couldn't bring herself to tell her mom about Derek. She just sat back and watched the show, half in pleasure, half in guilt.
*SQUEEEZE*
After a particularly firm argument put down by Jessie, her tensing up led Derek to get dragged to the deepest depths of her butt. He was near the gates to the inside and he knew it. Every part of the conditions Derek was in told him so. On the verge of going to the great beyond, Derek started to fight back. He squirmed and writhed, moved in any manner he possibly could, to give himself a chance at making Jessie aware of his presence. While he definitely tickled the woman, Derek was ultimately unsuccessful. With one swift involuntary clench, the woman subdued the tiny man. A few minutes later, Marley's mom had concluded given her piece and was politely asked to remove herself from the building, along with her daughter. The woman did so without hesitation, though she left fuming.
*CRUNCH*
*RUB*
As Jessie stormed out of the principal's office with her daughter, her cheeks swung to and fro with a little assistant in tow. "Help... me..." Derek groaned between clenches. He wasn't sure how much longer he could last. All the little man could do was hope for some intervening force to stop the torment. Whether that was Jessie herself or Marley or SOMETHING. Whatever it was, Derek just wanted his suffering to stop. To his chagrin, things would only get worse as Jessie and Marley arrived at the car. When the woman opened the driver's side door and sat down, Derek's fate was sealed.
*SPLURCH*
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"Oh!" jumped Jessie. "What's wrong, Mom?" the student asked. Unsure of how to respond, Jessie took a moment to get her wits about her. "I-I don't know. Just a bit of a weird bite or something. It just caught me off guard, sorry hon." Settling back into her seat, Jessie put on her seatbelt and drove for home with her daughter. Meanwhile, the little man that she had so clumsily sat on had been launched straight into her bowels.
*GURGLE*
*STRETCH*
Derek was barely conscious. Through the sounds, the textures, the smell, and the heat, he was overstimulated. He was being pulled around by some unknown force. That force was Jessie's internal system at work. Being dragged around was one thing. Being dragged around this woman's bowels was a whole different scenario. As he was moving about, Derek was accumulating sludge all over him. He had lost his sense of smell after having experienced just a minute or so of Jessie's bowels. That was probably for the best. The atmosphere here was nothing less than foul. And now, as it would become, this environment would be Derek's final resting place.
During the car ride home, Jessie couldn't help but think about that one little feeling at the beginning of the ride. She hadn't given it much thought when she started driving, but it slowly crept back into her mind. "What on Earth was that?" she thought. "I had something of a feeling like that in the office. Could I really have sat on something? Or someone?" As the woman pulled into her driveway, she once again dismissed the thought as silly. "All right, Marley. I'm sorry for all the trouble today. Just make sure you aren't so disruptive next time, okay?" The girl nodded. "Okay. I got it." The two then went inside and went about the rest of their day normally. Jessie would soon forget about the feeling she had. That "feeling" would then remain inside of her for who knows how long, wedged deep inside... |
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