No infringement of pre-existing copyright is intended. This storyis copyright (c) 2012 Amy Komori. All rights reserved.Chapter One:Willis Wallace on t...e SceneEven though I was feeling like a rock star, I still had to deal with thefact that in the real world, I was nothing but a teeny bopper who had togo to school five days a week, where half the people didn't know me, halfthe people knew me and hated me and the other half knew me and could givea shit whether I lived or died.Our gig wasn't. He sat down to a heaping helping of baked chicken & rice, green beans, and steamed carrots. There was a peach cobbler sitting in the middle of the table. “This is amazing, Ms. Bee!”“Thank you, son! I’ve been talking to your mama,” she started.“Yes,” he lifted his head and squinted. “We know it’s going to be a lot for you to have Sarai on your own.”“I’m not sending her to live with anyone else.”“No, baby! We’re not suggesting that. Kristoffer has offered to move down here to help you on an. “Are you okay?”“Yeah,” he tried to stand, but staggered. He reached behind, feeling for the bed and I helped him sit again.“I stumbled coming out of the bathroom. I think I hit my head on the door frame.” He pointed at the door I had just come through.By instinct, I moved to him as if he were a little kid and had just fallen off his bike and needed a bandage.“Where does it hurt?”“Here.” He ran his finger through his hair, just above the ear. I reached out. He tilted his head away and guided my. "Shut up, slut," I was ordered, and the buzzing ceased. Well, it stopped for long enough for a ball gag to be forced into my mouth, and buckled behind my neck. And then it resumed. And all I could do was moan and groan into the gag. I felt my cage lifted slightly, and something placed under it on the chair seat.I knew what was about to happen. I could not prevent it. My useless clitty was now filling its cage, quite painfully. Oh no. I was shaking my head, thrashing about, straining against my.