A True Thrill Pt. 06 - Final

Lynn and Cindy sat together on a comfy bench in the shade of an old tree, their backs propped up with cushions. Now and then a splash sounded from the nearby pond, and the girls could see a flicker of light bounce off the scales of one of the many koi fish swimming in the water. There were more benches spread around, each hidden in their own little alcove.

Lynn sighed as the breeze played with her hair. "It's nice here, doesn't feel like a clinic."

"It's the best clinic in the region."

"I bet it's expensive too."

"You know how his parents are with money."

"Yeah. How do you think he's doing?"

"I don't know, I haven't heard much from him since he got here."

Footsteps crunched on the gravel path leading up to their bench, and Lynn prodded Cindy in the side. "We're about to find out."

Jareth walked up to them, and he looked skinnier than she remembered. Lynn frowned and said, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

"You don't look fine, and you lost weight."

"Oh, that? I just haven't been hungry, that's all."

Cindy scooched closer to Lynn so she sat in the middle of the bench and then patted the spot next to her. "Sit."

A faint smile curled Jareth's lips. "Hi, Cindy. It's good to see you."

"It's good to see you too. How is it here? It looks nice enough."

"There's a lot of talking, you know, therapy and stuff. They ask about me, about my parents, about my friends..." He looked over at Lynn. "My girlfriend."

"Ex-girlfriend."

She'd said it in a soft voice, but Jareth still half-closed his eyes before he showed them the same faint smile from before. "Right. We've talked a lot about choices too, about why things are the way they are right now. I screwed up, but it's all okay, because I can turn it all around." He laughed a mirthless laugh and said, "I'm wasting my time here."

The two girls exchanged a glance and Cindy said, "It'll get better, you're not even halfway through the program."

"What do you even know? Look at you two. I'm in rehab, and my life's a complete mess, but the two of you barely even got grounded. The second I get out of this shithole, my dad wants to throw me in one of his crews to bust my ass digging holes and carrying around bricks or whatever those minimum wagers do on a construction site. It'll build character he said." Jareth shook his head and fell back into the cushions behind him. "That's how much better it'll get."

"It's not bad to do some honest work."

"And what do you know about that? All the money you spent came from me, remember? It's not like you did 'honest' work to get it, did you? Unless you count that kind of work."

A loud slap stirred up a few birds in the garden, and Cindy waved her hand to get rid of the stinging pain in her palm. "Damn, that hurt." Jareth opened his mouth to spill out more venom, but Cindy pointed at him, and he shut his mouth when she just about shoved her hand between his teeth. "Shut up, Jareth! I swear to God, any more of your shit, and I'm slapping you so hard they won't even recognize your face from your ass. Apologize right now! We're your friends, and we want to be here, but not like this."

Jareth stared at Cindy, his hand pressed to his glowing cheek. He turned his head towards Lynn and shrunk under the cold look in her eyes. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. Lynn, I'm not... I'm not having a good time here."

Lynn shook her head and waved away Jareth's apology. "It's fine, just don't let it happen again. I don't care what you say, I still want to be friends, even though you're being a huge, gaping asshole right now."

"Gaping?"

The look on Jareth's face tickled Cindy, and she grinned. "She's right, you know, maybe you should put on a sweater so you don't catch a cold from the wind blowing in your gape."

A smile curled the corners of Jareth's mouth, different from before, and he held up his hands. "I'm sorry for being a gaping asshole, I'll try to clench up."

"I think that's enough of that?"

Cindy nodded and said, "Yeah, enough of the stuff before it too. Think you can do that, Jareth?"

"I'll try."

"Why don't you tell us about this place? We've still got an hour."

"There's not much here, just therapy rooms, the garden, and some fitness stuff. The food sucks here too."

Cindy shrugged. "Just tell us whatever, it doesn't matter."

"Fine."

The three of them laid back and talked while they stared at the fish in the pond. Jareth did most of the talking, and the girls kept up the conversation until there was nothing else to say. They got up together and walked to the front entrance to say goodbye, Jareth couldn't leave the complex yet. He took a deep breath and looked both girls in the eye, but he stopped at Lynn. He grabbed her hand and put his second hand on top of hers when she didn't pull back.

"Thank you for coming, Lynn, you and Cindy both. I'm sorry about... what happened at the start. I'm dealing with a lot of stuff, but today was nice, haven't had a good time in a while, and I just wanted to say that I miss you. You always had a way of cheering me up, and I still..." He squeezed and took a deep breath before he said, "I still love you, and I hope that after I get out of here, we can still try to be together."

Lynn put her free hand over Jareth's and peeled it off of hers. She balled his fingers up into a fist and put her small knuckles against his. "We can still be friends, but I don't think I can love you anymore. Stuff happened to me that made me realize that. I miss you too, you know? After you get out of here, we can hang out again."

Cindy wrapped her arms around them both and pulled the three of them into a group hug. "We'll be back another time."

"Yeah."

Jareth watched them leave from the complex's entrance before he turned around and shuffled back inside, his shoulders slumped.

--

Lynn tapped her lips as she compared the two outfits Neil had prepared for her today. One was the mesh maid uniform she'd worn before, and she pressed harder against her lips when that night flashed through her head. She'd cum so hard, and their games hadn't been that intense since then, not that she was complaining though, she'd had lots of fun with Elise and Neil in the past weeks.

She shook her head and considered her other choice. The second outfit was a lot safer than the first. The white blouse matched well with the short black skirt, and there was a set of white lace lingerie along with white knee socks. A pair of serviceable black shoes with comfortable flat soles finished the outfit. She could picture a modern maid wearing something like this. Heels were sexy and all, but cleaning in them was a struggle.

Her eyes flicked back to the skimpy outfit, it wasn't even a contest. She stripped out of her clothes and as soon as the mesh brushed her skin again, her nipples turned hard, and a ripple of excitement rushed through her.

Neil didn't say a word when she clicked her heels into the living room. He let her get to work cleaning the place, but she knew he was keeping an eye on her, so she always had to look as sexy as possible to lure him over, because if she failed to get him interested, she'd go home with a needy pussy. She did everything she could think of: she bent at the waist, she pulled her panties tight between her cheeks to show off her ass, and she loosened the straps of her bra so one strap fell down her shoulder, flirting with the risk of revealing one of her perky little tits.

Her nipples were so hard they hurt, but she still hadn't gotten what she wanted after she'd cleaned most of the loving room, so she got on her hands and knees and crawled underneath the coffee table, but she just couldn't reach that last spot of dust, so she had to stretch, and it was getting so hard to stay in that position, so she couldn't help but groan and moan a little, louder and louder until the palm of Neil's hand slapped against her ass, and she moaned for real.

"Stop."

Lynn froze when Neil's voice sounded, and she stayed as she was, trapped under the coffee table, her ass barely covered by her tiny thong.

Neil clicked his tongue and said, "What am I supposed to do with you? I got you something decent to wear while you're working, but you insist on dressing up like a slut."

"No, I just-"

"I don't want to hear it, girl." He reached for her thong and pulled it tight between her cheeks, and he kept pulling until Lynn had no choice but to crawl out from underneath the coffee table to keep the fabric from digging into her pussy. She let out a soft moan, and Neil clicked his tongue again. "Looks like there's no use in me saying anything." He let go of her panties and laid his hand on her bare ass. "You should be punished for being a little slut."

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to give you the wrong impression, I promise!"

"So you don't want to get fucked?"

"I... don't make me lie, Sir."

"I wouldn't have believed you even if you lied."

Neil nudged her forward, and Lynn pressed her glowing cheek against the cool table top and set her hands to steady herself. "I'm ready, Sir."

"At least you know your place."

"I'm just a slutty maid, Sir, you can do whatever you want to me."

Neil snorted and his hand disappeared from the smooth curve of her ass. He brought it back down with a snap, and Lynn gasped when her body jolted forward. Her stomach tensed against the edge of the tabletop while the sharp sting flashed through her body. A second slap soon followed the first, but this time he spanked her other cheek, just as hard as the first one. Two slaps, and already her entire body had jolted to life.

"Why aren't you saying anything, girl?"

"I'm sorry for acting like a slut, Sir!"

"If I ever catch you acting like a slut again, I'll punish you, understand?"

"I understand, Sir!"

"I wonder about that."

Another series of harsh slaps landed on Lynn's ass, and she moaned as the simmering pain turned into a fire that spread throughout her body. She pumped her hips when Neil pulled her thong tight against her slit again. More slaps kept raining down on her cheeks, jolting her clit against the stretched fabric of her thong. Her moans got louder and louder, until the spanking stopped, and Lynn slumped onto the coffee table, the cool wood ice cold on her bright red chest.

"If you want to dress up like a slutty maid, you can act like one too. Follow me."

By the time Lynn lifted her sticky cheek off the coffee table, Neil had already left the room. Lynn pushed herself up and tottered after him with shaky legs. Each step stirred the heat glowing on her cheeks, and her clit rubbed against her panties, still snug between her lips.

Lynn followed Neil to the master bedroom, and by the time she made it there, he'd already made himself comfortable in an old armchair. He looked her up and down and said, "Is that how you present yourself?"

Lynn blinked and said, "No, I mean, I don't know. What should I do, Sir?"

"Crawl over here and kneel before me."

"Okay."

Lynn lowered herself to her hands and knees and did as she was told. She sat on her heels and looked up at Neil, her hands on her knees.

"That was terrible."

"What? But-"

"You think dressing up like a slut is enough to make me fuck you? You need to act like there's nothing you want more than to please me."

"I did what you told me to, I crawled over."

"No you didn't, you hurried over on your hands and knees. You don't care about me, you just want to get your pussy fucked, don't you?"

"That's not true, Sir! I care, I really do, I want to make you feel good."

"Not as much as you want to feel good yourself." He grabbed one of her hands and lifted it to his face. "Did you do your nails?"

"What? Yes, I painted them. Look, Sir, if you let me explain-"

"I don't want to hear it." He let go of her hand. "Pinch your nipples with your pretty nails, and don't be kind. I'll tell you when to stop."

Lynn opened her mouth to speak, but Neil held up his hand and shut her up. "Do as I told you and apologize for having a greedy little pussy."

Lynn reached for her nipples, and her eyes squinted when she pinched them between her sharp nails. She squeezed and a jolt of pain shot through the little nubs. "I'm sorry for having a greedy little pussy."

"Squeeze harder, and twist them for me."

The pain turned into a sharp throbbing as she twisted and squeezed at the same time. "I'm sorry for having a greedy little pussy."

"Bounce on your heels and keep doing what you're doing."

The burn in her ass had faded to the background, but it flared up again every time her heels pressed into her sensitive flesh. The pain and shame blended together into a fog, and Lynn felt a few tears run from her eyes, but still she never stopped pinching.

"I'm sorry for having a greedy little pussy."

Lynn said it over and over again. She wanted to get fucked even worse now.

"Stop."

Lynn took a deep breath and put her hands back on her knees. She closed her eyes to calm herself down, but there was no way Neil would let her off so soon, of course not, the bastard hadn't made her suffer enough yet. She flicked her eyes open and stared up at Neil. "What can I do for you, Sir?"

Neil nodded and stood up. He unzipped and got rid of his pants and underpants before he sat back down and said, "You can suck my cock." Lynn reached for his hard shaft, but Neil intercepted her hand. "I want you to focus on making me feel good, you don't have to think about anything else. Can you do that?"

Lynn's eyes were glued to Neil's cock. She ached to have it inside of her, but part of her had different thoughts. He'd made her wait so long already, this was her chance to make him suffer.

"I'll do my best, Sir."

"Don't start sucking right away, I'll let you know when you can put my cock in your mouth."

Lynn cupped her little hand under Neil's balls and rolled them between her fingers, massaging them as she leaned in towards his cock. His scent filled her nose, but she didn't touch his shaft with her lips, no, she first let her breath caress the soft skin, until she couldn't resist anymore, and she pressed a little kiss right below the head. Her soft lips slid down the shaft and up again, and slowly she lost herself in her little game.

She grabbed the base of Neil's cock and rubbed it against her cheek until she aimed his tip at her pink lips. Her little tongue slipped out and tickled the edge of his head. She drew a few circles before she slid her tongue down his shaft until she could kiss his balls and suck them in her mouth.

Lynn looked up at Neil, her lips glistening, but he gestured for her to keep going, so what else could she do? She pushed herself up off her heels and rubbed her nipples against Neil's cock, and she couldn't help but moan just thinking about what she was doing. Every second, she wanted to taste Neil's cock and feel it pump into her mouth even more, she wanted him to groan as he shoved against the back of her throat, shaking as his cum poured down her gullet.

She licked her lips and looked up at Neil, fire in her eyes. "If you don't let me suck your cock for real, Sir, I'm going to jerk you off until you shoot all over my face. Is that what you want? Don't you think it would feel so much better to cum in my mouth?" She kissed his cock. "I know what I want, Sir, I want you to stuff your cock all the way down my tight, wet throat so you can fuck my face until you feed me your cum."

She smiled when Neil's cock swelled in her hand, and she squeezed his shaft and jerked it faster. Neil groaned and said, "Put your hands behind your back and don't take my cock out of your mouth until I tell you you can."

"Yes, Sir."

Lynn clenched her hands behind her back and lowered her mouth over the wide crown of Neil's cock and kept taking more of it inside. Neil's big cock nudged against the back of her throat, but she swallowed and kept pushing, her stomach tensed as she forced more cock down her gullet, gagging as she went, but still she didn't stop. Her throat bulged around the thick shaft, and she shook her head to force the last inch in, and a shiver went down her back when Neil groaned and laid his hands on her head. Tears popped into Lynn's eyes as her lungs longed for air, and she struggled to breathe while her nose was squished against Neil's firm body, filled with his scent.

Her stomach clenched hard, and Lynn eased Neil's cock out of her mouth, not as quick as her body demanded from her, nowhere near, but this way Neil would enjoy her throat more. When she finally sucked in huge gulps of air around Neil's shaft stuffing her mouth, she rubbed the flat of her tongue against Neil's tip before she swirled it around the entire thing, spreading around her spit, but she didn't care about the mess as she pushed herself down again, every bit as slow as before.

Lynn lost track of how many times she filled her throat with Neil's cock, but when he forced her face down and erupted deep inside her, spewing jets of cum straight into her stomach, she couldn't hold back her moans as she pushed her head even further down.

Neil let Lynn go, and she slumped against his leg, her little face a mess of spit and mascara, with more of the stuff all over mesh bra, which made it even more see through and slutty than it already was. Lynn's gulping breaths matched Neil's harsh ones, and both of them couldn't quite find it in them to speak, so Neil dragged her in his lap and wrapped his arms around her.

A little smile curled the corner of Lynn's swollen lips. "Think you can still fuck me, Sir? I'm sorry if that was too much for you to handle."

Neil grunted and poked Lynn in the side, she squeaked and curled up into a little ball. "You did a great job, but now I just want you to be quiet for a bit, I'm not done with you yet."

"Thank you, Sir."

"Hmm."

Neil let out a long, satisfied breath, and all of the tension flooded from Lynn's tired body as she felt him relax underneath her. They stayed like that for a while until Neil poked her again, and she let a squeak before she looked up at him and said, "What did I do to deserve that, Sir?"

"Go freshen up and make yourself pretty for me."

Lynn pouted. "You're not very nice, Sir."

"Hurry, or I'll poke you again."

Lynn edged away from Neil's threatening fingers. "I promise I'll make myself pretty enough to get your dick hard, Sir. I'll be a good little slut."

She grinned when Neil shook his head and then hurried out of the room. If she took too long, Neil would only make her wait again.

--

Neil smiled when he saw Lynn traipse back into his room. She'd put on the more subtle outfit, but she'd given it her own touch and left half of her buttons unbuttoned. The white lace of her bra peeked out at him. He shook his head and said, "Now you're wearing it? You think I'll still believe you're a good little maid?"

"Wasn't I good to you, Sir? I didn't hear you complaining when you made me swallow your stuff."

Neil smiled and gestured for Lynn to come over. "You look beautiful." Lynn blushed and looked down as she walked forward until she stood one step in front of Neil. He put his hands on her slim hips and said, "It's too bad, though."

"What's too bad?"

"By the time I'm done with you, your nice clothes are going to look all messy."

He lifted Lynn off the floor and tossed her on the bed. She shrieked in surprise before she thumped onto the duvet. Neil didn't give her time to recover, his large frame loomed over her, and he pulled her panties to the side after he pushed her thighs apart and planted himself in between, his hard shaft pressed against Lynn's little pussy.

"Wasn't expecting the panties."

"If I'd known you wouldn't even give me time to get them wet, I wouldn't have bothered."