Ruth and Ryan 6

Stripped For Florida: Ruth and Ryan 6

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RUTH AND RYAN

by Willie B Florida, all rights reserved
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PART SIX

The boys at school were in horrified awe at Ryan's tattoo. His penis was as hard as ever, the daily dose of pills doing their job, the better to display the raised bloody welts that were yet to heal into a presentable tattoo design. Teasing was at a minimum. Three more boys in the school had been stripped by their parents and six girls. Ruth and Ryan were no longer the only naked kids in Columbia County. The day after their ordeal, the two teens had been paraded out in front of Royal Jewelry, Spa and Tattoo. Fully rigged out, the gizmos had been switched on and the sight of two teens writhing and dancing in obvious sexual climax had brought in scores of parents. Fascination with what they could do to their kids was obviously a much greater attraction than jewelry discounts! 36 children were stripped that day alone. Many of them were middle schoolers, or younger, but 9 of them, the three boys and six girls, were students at Columbia High School. Boys and girls looked at Ruth and Ryan in terror at what potentially lay in store for them.

As for Ruth and Ryan, they had full permission to see one another. They weren't allowed to spend the night, but that hardly mattered. Both teens were exhausted. Ryan's parents woke him out of deep sleep every morning with an anally induced vibrator orgasm. The beads were then carefully popped out one by one so he could have his morning bowel movement. As soon as he got back from school the cleaned vibrating beads were reinserted and he was brought to orgasm several times before dinner, allowed to poop, and then brought to orgasm to put him to sleep for the night.

Ruth's parents kept her vibrator inside her for even longer periods of time, the device not interfering with proper urination or bowel movements. Furthermore, being a girl they could keep her on near constant low level orgasm if they chose. She went to sleep every night absolutely worn out.

Consequently, Ruth and Ryan were free to get together after school to do homework or hangout. But their time was punctuated by orgasms induced by parents, interrupting their conversations and putting a severe damper on any desire to engage in additional sexual activity. Even the excitement of watching the other reach sexual climax was wearing off with the mechanical repetition of the event. On the other hand, Ruth and Ryan's parents were having a ball. Remote control of their children's sexual response was a power they had never dreamed of. To be able to send son or daughter off on a spiraling journey of arousal at the push of a button was phenomenal. Ryan's mother loved seeing the effect of activating the remote the moment her erect, tattooed son walked in tired and sweaty from basketball practice.

"Can I just get a glass of milk first, please mom!" he would plead. Not until he was shooting all over the kitchen floor would she relent, letting him slump into a kitchen chair while she put out milk and cookies.

Ruth's mother and father both found separate delights in remote controlling their daughter. Ruth's mother was prone to the sudden approach, zapping Ruth with an oncoming orgasm as she walked into the house. Her father was more interested in watching his daughter try to do her homework or watch TV while he kept her simmering with an ongoing series of multiple orgasms, her body beaded with sweat, unable to keep still as she shifted around trying to get comfortable enough to cum and concentrate. He found it all quite amusing--and a turn on. Ruth's parents had rekindled a much more active sex life since their daughter had been equipped with the little vibrators.

One consequence of the remote control devices was that the two teens were not monitored quite so closely. Having push button control gave both sets of parents a false sense of security that their progeny would have no energy to engage in anything else sexual. Their parents' slackened attention gave the kids the chance to confer at parent pick-up when they could be sure that moms and dads were not eavesdropping.

"I can't handle many more evenings of this," Ruth explained to Ryan in desperation. "I am actually in physical pain from so many hours of muscle cramps. It may have felt good at first, even if I hated the whole remote control thing, but now it is torture. I'm seriously considering killing myself."

"Ruth!" exclaimed Ryan, "Please! I'm in agony, too. Look at my penis. It's all red and swollen. It feels like I'm burning up from inside -- like there's bleach or something in my dick. But I have a better idea. Let's run away."

"How would we do that?"

"Well, we don't need to pack any clothes." Ryan tried to inject dark humor into their situation.

"Very funny."

"We could arrange to stay after school for math tutoring. My mom would believe that. It would give us an extra hour before anyone missed us. We'd just walk out of school and hitch a ride to the panhandle or something."

"And . . . "

"I don't know. I can't think that far ahead. But, we'd be out of here, and out of reach of those damn remotes."

"I'm scared, Ryan."

"Me too. But, tell your mom and dad you're staying after school tomorrow."

Ruth wasn't convinced. Home was bad, but running away was just stupid. What would they eat? Where would they live? They couldn't hitchhike forever. Plus, they were stuck in Florida -- they didn't even have any clothes, so they couldn't slip across the state line unnoticed!!! Georgia didn't have naked kids.

"Mom! I'm home," Ruth yelled as she banged the screen door on her way in.

Her dad came into the kitchen. "Mom's not home." Ruth looked at him. She'd never been scared of her dad, but he had a fire in his eyes that gave her pause. She took a step backwards.

"Where's mom?"

"She's at a prayer meeting, at that new church we're checking out."

"Um, actually, I was just getting my books. I'm supposed to have dinner at Ryan's house."

"Not tonight, sweetheart." Her dad pointed the remote at her. Ruth doubled over in pain. He must have switched it onto something higher than she'd ever experienced before. Her insides twisted into a knot as the internal vibrators buzzed away. Her clitoris burned as the little ball ground into her flesh. She tried to figure out an escape route. She knew from experience that within a few minutes her mind would no longer function well enough to act against the orgasms that would unwillingly wrench through her body and soul.

Ruth's dad took her hand and pulled her into the living room. He pulled a long vibrator out of its package and grinned wickedly at her. "I know what you're up to, you little slut. Somehow you still have enough energy left to fuck that boyfriend of yours. Well, no daughter of mine," he raised his voice while Ruth cowered, her body cumming uncontrollably, "No daughter of mine is going to be some whore to a teenage piece of shit with nothing on his mind but sex!"

He lunged at her, clearly intending to force the vibrator between her legs. Ruth rolled onto her side. Her dad shoved her shoulder against the floor and tried to force his knee between her legs. Naked flesh can be awfully slippery, especially when the person in question is a girl who is in the throes of both fright and flight reaction and constant sexual climax. Ruth slithered herself out from under her father's grasp and got ready to defend herself. She had no idea what had unleashed this madman, but she was already figuring out how to get out of the house. Her father pointed the remote at her, pressed the buttons hard and lunged at her again. Ruth was ready. She had her legs bent tight against her abdomen and as he came at her she kicked out with all her might. Her heels hit her father hard under the chin and he reeled back. Ruth got to her feet ready to kick him in the balls if necessary. But he had lost his balance and fallen heavily against the end of the couch. He lay sprawled on the floor. As nearly as she could tell he was unconscious, but breathing.

Ruth ran out of the house and hunkered down behind a bush next to the garage. She wanted to be hard to find if her father came to and ran after her. She squatted down and felt inside for the damn vibrator. She pulled it out and breathed a sigh of relief. She wanted to hurl the thing across the road, but it was attached to her clit. The ball was still vibrating. The remote, she had to get the remote. She looked out cautiously before emerging from her hiding place. The back door was still open. She peeked in; her father still lay on the floor. She stole in on bare feet. The remote lay on the floor next to the vibrator-turned-weapon. She grabbed both and as quietly as possible got back out of the house and gently closed the screen door. Standing in the driveway she studied the remote under the streetlight. She pressed a button. Not right. Another one. The clit ring stooped. Thank God! Looking down she saw a rock in the gutter and had an idea. She squatted awkwardly, trying to position the vibrator on the ground -- not an easy thing to do with the short length of chain that fastened it to her clit. She raised the rock. She cringed and closed her eyes as she smashed the vibrator with the rock. The chain yanked at her clitoris and she nearly screamed out loud. She opened her eyes. At least part of the vibrator lay in pieces on the pavement, the rest still hanging from her body, but useless. Nobody could remote control her body.

Ruth stood up. She had to get out of here before her Dad came to. With alarm she saw headlights turn in at the end of the block. Her mother! Ruth darted into the shadows, crossed the backyard and climbed over the fence into the neighbor's yard. She kept going, not looking back, until she'd walked, climbed, hidden, darted and slithered the five miles to Ryan's house. She stood at the doorway breathing heavily, as much out of fear and relief as anything else. She looked down at herself. What a mess of grass stains, dirt, sweat and bruises beginning to blossom from her battle. She rang the bell.

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END OF PART SIX

(The End)