Truth or Dare, Dimmsdale Style
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+1 through F › Fairly OddParents
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Adult ++
Chapters:
10
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29,622
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6
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I do not own Fairly Oddparents or any of the characters in this story. I have no financial interest, expect no money, etc. I wrotes this for my own pleasure. Comments are most welcome.
Falling Starrs
She scampered into the bedroom, paused and then critically examined his preparations.
First – Most of the furniture had been removed or pushed up against the walls leaving the center of the room uncluttered except for heavy wooden chair that had been bolted to the floor. Second - A dozen strips of duct tape had been precut and pulled off a roll in preparation for the evening’s fun. Third – Various implements had been laid out within arm’s reach of the chair. Nothing complicated, individually they were innocuous. There was a yardstick, a length of pipe, a collection of steel needles of varying length and thicknesses, a pair of shears, some strips of leather, a small amber bottle and salt. Maybe they weren’t so innocuous, after all. Veronica knew what was coming and wished she could look away, go to sleep, read a book… even do homework, anything to avoid seeing… avoid feeling. But the Trixie inside wanted Veronica to see and to feel and eventually participate. To look at him, Veronica’s father appears to be just another background, balding generic middle-aged dad. He was once rich and influential. Mr. Starr spoiled his daughter, giving her everything she ever wanted and more, then… not so much. Veronica was the most popular girl in Dimmsdale, then… not so much. Veronica had lots of Quote-Italicized-Capitalized “FRIENDS” Close-Quotes. She was their leader. She was moderately spoiled, moderately cruel and moderately oblivious to the fact that her position had nothing to do with her, but was really a reflection of her father’s fortune. She was moderately aware that most of her Italicized Capitalized “FRIENDS” Close Quotes parent’s owed their own fortunes to Mr. Starr and his company. Her Quote-Italicized-Capitalized “FRIENDS” Close-Quotes called her “Veronica”, but even though you couldn’t hear it, they really meant “Rich-Bitch-Veronica”, but with respect due to the pack leader. When Mr. Starr lost control of his company, Veronica Starr lost most of her power and influence over her Quote-Italicized-Capitalized “FRIENDS” Close-Quotes. WARNING – PUN AHEAD:
So, Veronica and her father were the stars of the Dimmsdale social scene.
Starrs of the Dimmsdale social scene.
Get it!?
They were the shooting stars.
They were falling Starrs.
Get it!?
Get it???
Because they fell from… and their names were… and… ahhh…. errr.
(Cough) "Sorry about that.”
The baby-doll nightie wasn't made to cover her as much as it caressed her. The fabric made love to her developing curves. A thin strip of lavender satin squirmed and slithered over her soft oozing pink girl slit with kisses of white lace & silk. The material struggled to match the girl’s languid movements and failed, revealing the moist treasure below.
Her child-woman sexuality steamed and bubbled. Mr. Starr inhaled deeply as the fabric rippled and darkened in color as she oozed honey. His tongue, less than a millimeter away, vibrated in heat. His lips parted, her lips parted… the fabric parted and invited their lips to join. Man-tongue and girl-flesh met in a torrent of mean juice and saliva. “Slisssh,” said their flesh. Mr. Starr knew this was his daughter and he loved her deeply, would never have hurt her willingly. But he didn’t have to think of her as his little “Ronnie”. This was “Miss Tang”, his own personal Trixie.Each strip of duct tape was lovingly placed over naked flesh, strapping the object of desire to the wooden chair. Muscles strained and relaxed. The purpose was not to damage the flesh, just to immobilize… to paralyze… to victimize.
A trace of fear scented the sweat soaked air. The last strip of tape was applied over the victim’s eyes. Blind and helpless. Gentle kisses, tiny licks, began at the naked feet and spread slowly upwards past the first layer of restraining duct tape. Reaching the calves, the victim began moaning in pleasure, the tongue tasting every inch of exposed flesh. Trixie stepped back so Veronica could examine her handiwork, her naked father duct taped and helpless. She crawled over the naked man restrained in the chair. His thickly engorged scrotum was encircled by a strap of coarse leather which was tightly knotted around and below his testicles. His balls were heavy as she suckled one and then the other. He could feel her teeth tease the swollen sensitive flesh of his manhood. Her tongue probed every wrinkle and pour. Her hot breath tickled the hairs on his manhood. He stank of sweat and fear and lust. His erection was painful she knew, though that did not stop her sweetly urgent stimulation of the cock and balls that had created her. He groaned as the leather tightened cutting off the blood circulation… then cried out in pain as the strap bit deeply into his most sensitive flesh. The leather finally snapped and he screamed as blood rushed back into his swollen organs. He spurted the juice of his middle aged love into Trixie’s hungry mouth. Trixie loved the way Veronica gagged when she swallowed her daddy's baby making spunk. “Oh, how low the Starrs had fallen…” she thought. “You really think Timmy will touch you when I tell him about what you do with your dad?” The link with Vicky & Timmy was quiet, Veronica hoped that they hadn’t seen/felt what the Trixie inside her had done. Not for the first time, Veronica wished she was dead.