Creation of a Deviant
Prologue
June, 1989
“Please, Misty…I-I don’t wanna play th-that game today.”
“Now you know the rules, Ashley…we don’t play the game you wanna play till we’ve played the game I wanna play.”
Five-year-old Ashley Purdy cowered from the babysitter who was ten years his senior. Every time Mommy and Daddy went out for alone time together, he begged them to take him to his grandparents’ house. He’d much rather be riding his favorite horsie, Daffodil, with Grampa Dan than suffering through this again.
This was the humiliating game where his babysitter, fifteen-year-old Misty Malone, insisted on touching his private parts till they did uncomfortable things. Once she got tired of touching his, she’d insist that he touch hers before ultimately putting his little peter inside her. While he liked some parts of this game because it felt good, he hated most. Mommy and Daddy always told him nobody was supposed to touch his private parts unless they or one of his grandparents were helping him bathe or get dressed because they were his and his only.
Yet every time she was called over to babysit him for the evening, this ended up happening. It was always the first game she wanted to play, and it was seemingly her favorite, too. Another reason he hated it was because she refused to play any other game before this one, and if he refused to play it at all, she’d send him to bed without his supper to play by himself.
Ashley whimpered miserably as she forced him to take off all of his clothes, tears welling up in his chocolate-brown eyes. Having to be in what Mommy called his birthday suit in front of her was absolutely mortifying. The only reason he gave in to her demands again was because he didn’t want to spend another lonely evening in his room, or go to bed hungry. Still, he was too young to realize just how wrong the things Misty did to him were. He didn’t realize this game was sick and depraved, that she’d robbed him of his innocence by stealing the precious gift of his virginity. And yet he allowed her to continue doing it because of the threat she always made after they were done.
“Good boy, Ashley,” she said, sighing as she crawled out of his lap once again. “You remember our other rule, don’t you?”
“I-If I t-tell M-Mommy and D-Daddy, y-you’ll turn m-me into an a-angel a-and send m-me to H-Heaven,” the little boy stuttered.
“That’s right. The game we just played stays between us.”
As she left the living room to go start cooking supper, Ashley grabbed his pile of clothes and ran down the hall to his parents’ room. Once he’d gotten dressed again and hidden under their bathroom sink was when he sobbed silently. He knew Misty would never find him there because his parents’ bed and bathrooms were the only ones she never checked when they played hide-and-go-seek. He knew he wouldn’t be found there till Mommy checked the next morning, but at least he’d be safe from that monster.
“Please, Misty…I-I don’t wanna play th-that game today.”
“Now you know the rules, Ashley…we don’t play the game you wanna play till we’ve played the game I wanna play.”
Five-year-old Ashley Purdy cowered from the babysitter who was ten years his senior. Every time Mommy and Daddy went out for alone time together, he begged them to take him to his grandparents’ house. He’d much rather be riding his favorite horsie, Daffodil, with Grampa Dan than suffering through this again.
This was the humiliating game where his babysitter, fifteen-year-old Misty Malone, insisted on touching his private parts till they did uncomfortable things. Once she got tired of touching his, she’d insist that he touch hers before ultimately putting his little peter inside her. While he liked some parts of this game because it felt good, he hated most. Mommy and Daddy always told him nobody was supposed to touch his private parts unless they or one of his grandparents were helping him bathe or get dressed because they were his and his only.
Yet every time she was called over to babysit him for the evening, this ended up happening. It was always the first game she wanted to play, and it was seemingly her favorite, too. Another reason he hated it was because she refused to play any other game before this one, and if he refused to play it at all, she’d send him to bed without his supper to play by himself.
Ashley whimpered miserably as she forced him to take off all of his clothes, tears welling up in his chocolate-brown eyes. Having to be in what Mommy called his birthday suit in front of her was absolutely mortifying. The only reason he gave in to her demands again was because he didn’t want to spend another lonely evening in his room, or go to bed hungry. Still, he was too young to realize just how wrong the things Misty did to him were. He didn’t realize this game was sick and depraved, that she’d robbed him of his innocence by stealing the precious gift of his virginity. And yet he allowed her to continue doing it because of the threat she always made after they were done.
“Good boy, Ashley,” she said, sighing as she crawled out of his lap once again. “You remember our other rule, don’t you?”
“I-If I t-tell M-Mommy and D-Daddy, y-you’ll turn m-me into an a-angel a-and send m-me to H-Heaven,” the little boy stuttered.
“That’s right. The game we just played stays between us.”
As she left the living room to go start cooking supper, Ashley grabbed his pile of clothes and ran down the hall to his parents’ room. Once he’d gotten dressed again and hidden under their bathroom sink was when he sobbed silently. He knew Misty would never find him there because his parents’ bed and bathrooms were the only ones she never checked when they played hide-and-go-seek. He knew he wouldn’t be found there till Mommy checked the next morning, but at least he’d be safe from that monster.
Notes
Yes, I know...I'm absolutely terrible for doing such things to poor Ashley in a fictional story... I deserve to be spanked... *sticks tongue out* But hey, inspiration comes in many forms, and you, my dirty little Cynners, are prolly just as bad for reading my insane works as I am for writing them.Still, I wish you all happy reading, and stay tuned for the first chapter and more on my other WIPs, Hanging by a Moment and His Bass is his Baby...
~Cyn
@ThatBVBFan
The unexpected, or rather...expected, in my world, is what keeps the readers coming back for more because they read one part which may or may not be kinda boring... Then the next thing they know, the next update is an unholy unprotected mind-fuck straight from Hell, and they're screaming in their heads or devices of choice, "Unholy shit! I've gotta find out what happens next!"
As for being polite about something, you don't have to make that request of me, sugar. Trust me, unless you say or do something to piss me off, even if I don't like any stories you write, I'm not gonna be overly mean about it. Anything I say might be a bit mean (and have the potential to be held against me...LOL!), but it's generally not intended as such. Case in point...some of the earliest comments on my story Dark Magick. That's really the best example that I can give ya.
~Cyn
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