Chapter Five
There was no such thing as privacy in New Sanning, whether Sabrina went peeking into peoples' windows or not. Though all things considered, it was the only thing she did around town that Sabrina actually had a notion of being immoral. If not for Henning's mindfuckery, she wouldn't consider it. But occasionally she felt the need to understand, to know what went on when he wasn't around. How deep his control truly ran.
Normally it was nothing spectacular. Elderly couples with a surprisingly active sex life. But now and then she would catch something odd, almost undetectable. Once, she popped by the Shermer residence after she saw Nick leaving her house, satisfied smile on his face, no doubt having recently fucked Sabrina's mother. Standing by an open window, she hoped to see Katrina Shermer with an outraged look on her face, smelling the sex on him and seeing the red mark on his neck.
Instead, she said, "How was Mrs. Keary tonight, dear?"
"She's doing great. Would love to catch up with you some time."
"So would I but she can never hold a conversation. Her mouth is always too full."
They laughed, bringing Sabrina's blood to a boil. But that was how things often went when she spied. That was no longer out of the ordinary for her. What really caught her attention was their goodnights.
"I'm off to bed, darling," Nick Shermer said to his wife, pecking her on the cheek. "I love you, Barbara."
"Barbara..." said Mrs. Shermer. Not angry at being called the wrong name. Not even curious. She said it as though some long forgotten memory were returning to her.
"I love you, Katrina," Nick said calmly, correcting himself. She snapped out of it then, like nothing had happened, and gave her husband a deep kiss with the light hint of a squeeze on his crotch. "I love you, Nick."
Pieces of shit,
Sabrina wrote in her journal.
Henning owns every last person in this town except for me and Jarowski and now the Doc. Who the fuck does he think he is? What is the god damn point of all of this? Why am I immune to him and why does he want me to stay away from the Doc? I can't stand this anymore. I need him to really suffer. I need him to be embarrassed for once. I need to take something away from him.
Maybe the Doc can help. Let's pay a visit to Brandon Harper.
Whether he was awake or not, a little reconnaissance couldn't hurt, could it? Sabrina sauntered over to the Harper residence, knowing full well that no one would bother to look out their window and see the pudgy little goth bitch skulking around. They were all asleep, fucking, or drunk. And in some cases, all three.
The Harpers' new house was silent as the grave, and completely dark. If he'd been there, she wouldn't have been able to get even a hint of an idea of some information about the guy. But very quickly, she learned that he wasn't home. He was next door, at the Moore house.
Sabrina peeked over the lip of the window and involuntarily gasped. That bitch Lana Moore was on her knees, Brandon Harper's cock in her hands. He was sipping a beer, practically ignoring her. But his tool wasn't. The monster she'd gotten a hint of earlier was at full mast, and the dumb bitch was worshipping it. They were talking, but she couldn't make out a single word of it. Too quiet, and the window was closed.
If I can just sneak this thing open...
One nanometer at a time, Sabrina tried to lift the window open just to get a better shot at hearing what they were talking about. It took what felt like years, but finally she'd cracked it open an inch, and pressed her ear as close as she dared.
"Isn't that the New Sanning Promise?" Brandon said.
"Hmmm..." Lana was sighing with content. "You're so right... you're so nice, Brandon. I hope it work out... I want to be friends so bad."
"You will be," Brandon said, running his hand through her hair and pulling her face against his cock. She smiled, slapped herself with it playfully. "What's your favorite thing about her?"
"Um... I don't know..."
"Don't you remember? You told me you love her name."
"Oh... that's right." Lana sounded sleepy as she spoke, like she was falling asleep from pure relaxation. "
Sssssabrinaaaa..."
What the fuck?
Sabrina thought.
Did he just...
"In fact, you even said you might be a little attracted to her, Lana."
"I... I did?"
"Yes, you did."
"Oh... I almost forgot. I... I
am
attracted to Sabrina. She's
beautiful.
"
Sabrina nearly fell over. She started to back away from the house gently until she could finally start running. All the way home, she panted and felt sweat building under her clothes. Was she angry? Afraid? Perhaps a bit of both.
The whole way home, she kept on thinking,
He's just like Henning. He's just like Henning. He's just like Henning.
Then, sitting alone in her bed, pondering the whole situation, Sabrina clenched her fist and nodded.
Good. Now I've got a fighting chance.
**********
Arthur fucked her nearly every day for so many years, and never got tired of her body. Misty always looked so beautiful bouncing on his cock, face flushed and short blonde hair sticking to her neck with sweat.
But something was off.
She didn't seem to have quite the same vocal volume, the same frenetic speed. Her hands didn't grip his quite as tightly. It didn't take long for her to orgasm - it never did when he wanted her to feel good - but the feel of her convulsions were certainly weaker than normal. As good as it felt, it was off.
"Misty?" he said as she switched from gyrating her hips to bouncing them.
"Yes, dear?"
Good. She still knows her name.
"You have a meeting in five minutes," he lied.
"I don't think so," she said through her heavy breathing. "Are you sure?"
Arthur pressed his power and tried to give her the Truth. "I'm sure. You have a meeting in five minutes."
"You're wrong, sweetie. I'll check in a moment," she told him, tightening her grip on his shaft. She was trying to milk the cum out of him now, without being told.
"That's all right, Misty," he said. "I think you're right."
So... I did lose control. Very interesting, Brandon. Time to reclaim her.
The desk shook a little as he bent his knees and let Misty stabilize. Gripping her hands tighter, Arthur started to thrust upward into her, quickening his pace and rushing to his own orgasm. At first, his climax felt familiarly warm and enveloping. Then, it felt electric.
Misty's head fell backward, her mouth opening and letting forth a guttural scream. The moment his first string of cum entered her, she exploded into her own powerful orgasm, desperately using her husband's hands to remain stable in her position atop him. They both groaned carefree through the pleasure.
As it ebbed, Arthur became aware of a feeling as though he were refilling. Something was returning to him.
Power,
