CHAPTER 7 - THE NIGHT THE LIGHTS WENT OUT IN BAKERSFIELD
The door to the garage opened with a crashing bang startling Ori who recoils as she looks up from the bed.
Barry storms through the door with staggered steps, his disposition was wildly different than it was on the drive home. He held himself up by the doorframe as he scanned the garage for her. Rori placed the iPad she had been keeping herself entertained with for the better part of the evening on the bed as she watched him unsure what to expect. His movements are awkward and instantly Rori knows something is wrong. As his hand braced against the door frame keeping him upright, Barry struggles to focus his vision as the room was slightly angled from his perspective. He’d spent nearly two hours drinking himself into a violent rage, and after having destroyed a number of things in the house, his warpath found its way to the garage.
**Bzzztt**Bzzztt** He knew it was Elise, she’d left the front door hours ago and been calling him every fifteen minutes without fail. Removing the phone from his pocket he grips it tightly and flings it angrily across the room.
“Daddy!” The startled voice catches his attention. A video of tigers plays in the background on ViewTube, undoubtedly the remainder of Rori’s desires to spend the evening at the zoo.
“Come here,” he says his voice grumbling in a manner in which he rarely spoke to her. His disposition gives her pause, she scoots back on the bed, clearly disconcerted with the stark change in Barry. She’d never disobeyed before, partially because there was never a reason, but mostly because until Hank rewired her programming, she never had the ability to. Barry staggers in Rori’s direction sending her scrambling from the bed, “Rori!” he roars, continuing to slur every word that stumbles from his mouth as he gets louder. He knocks into his desk chair, sending it tumbling on his way toward her, “It’s ok Lobster, I’m fine,” it takes all of his concentration but he manages to feign sobriety momentarily.
The reassuring smile Barry flashes settles Rori’s nerves for a moment. As Barry sits on the bed he pats the spot next to him encouraging Rori to come closer to him. Her arms crisscross her body as she makes her way around the bed. The yellow and white sundress plumed as she sat down, her little hands straightening it as she sits next to Barry. “Listen,” he says, running both his hands through his hair, “mommy is going to be um,” he searches his mind to the words. “She’s not going to be home for a while.”
Rori’s hands fiddle with the hem of her dress as she silently tries to convince herself that this wasn’t her fault, but all evidence pointed to the contrary. She knew that her mom and dad had been fighting frequently and that her disposition toward her mother wasn’t always the warmest or most affectionate. “Is it,” she swallowed hard, her teeth biting down on her bottom lip, partially afraid of the answer she would get from her father. “Is it me?” she asked.
Barry pauses, her words give rise to a thought that hadn’t occurred to him. He stares blankly into space as his mind traces the history of events back to their source. His eyes resting on her sweet face, “N-no Lobster,” Barry exclaims scooting closer as he lies. He wraps his arms around Rori who was on the verge of tears, quietly his anger boiled higher, as he knows without her presence is the catalyst to his life falling apart. Ultimately…it was her.
Rori whimpers as her thoughts softly whisper of her collective failings as the inciting incident for her parents break. She wants to believe Barry but as she feels herself being embraced the emotional swell is just too much. Her tears soak into Barry’s top as her little hands grip his at him. As he pulls away momentarily his large hands frame and dwarfs her face, “This isn’t your fault, ok?” he says wanting her to believe his words, even if he doesn’t. As she looks up tear saturated green eyes meet Barry, she nods. He leans in planting a soft kiss on her forehead. Her skin was soft and her hair smelled of the lavender vanilla shampoo she was fond of. Barry’s heart rate quickened. As he wraps his arms around her again, he could feel her resting in his comfort. She was so vulnerable and fragile.
He inhaled, she smelled sweet, he again broke away, planting another kiss on her forehead, this time lingering there for a minute, her soft skin greeting his lips. His mind screams stop. His mouth moves down a few inches, his lips planting another light kiss on her freckled cheeks. An apprehensive smile plays across her face as his hands move from her slender body, one of them gripping her chin. His lips leave her cheeks – he had to stop – Barry’s free hand moves to control the back of Rori’s neck, now having full control of her head he maneuvers her face in front of his. This was wrong - Her thin lips tremble as Barry moves closer. He pulls her face toward him, their lips connecting, tasting the cherry lip gloss that she’d put on earlier that day. Barry’s body responds, weeks of sexual repression demanding more as Rori’s moans in displeasure. Her little hands press at his chest. MORE! a voice in his head demands. His grip on her little head remains sure as her body squirms. Barry’s mouth opens, overwhelming Rori’s, his tongue pressing past her lips. Rori’s anxiety increases, her hands now no longer simply pressing against Barry but swinging wildly.
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! Rori’s hands land multiple slaps on Barry’s neck and chest as she instinctively tries to free herself.
He grunts as her violent outburst is enough to ruin the moment but not dissuade him. “N-no, Daddy please st-” she protests multiple time not understanding why her words aren’t preventing his aggressive actions.
THWACK - THWACK-- she delivers two more hard slaps around Barry’s neck and face.
She had no hope of overpowering him and this became quickly apparent as Barry leans back creating just enough space to deliver a powerful slap across her face.
WHAM! His hand leaves a massive red print and sends Rori dazed and crumbling to the bed. Her head is spinning, “Don’t hit me!” He thunders, standing up, towering over her; his booming voice barely cutting through the sudden pain she is experiencing.
The right side of her face is on fire, the shock and pain leaves Rori trying to catch her breath but she’s given no respite as Barry climbs on top of her tightly gripping her tightly coiled hair. Her hands pry at Barry’s finger as she tries to think clearly through the pain, but her little hands fail to halt Barry’s aggression as his free hand finds her neck. In sheer panic, she manages to wriggle free just enough to deliver a firm kick to Barry’s gut. Stunned and dazed as she knocks the wind is knocked out of him, he grits as his hands release Rori, his arms wrapping around his body as he grunts in pain.
Her pert little rear peaks out from under the sundress as she scrambles across the bed and away from Barry as fast as she can. Recovering from the pain Barry only sees red, he doubles his resolve, gripping her ankle tightly, he watches as the thin fabric of her bright dress curls under her and around her waist as she is dragged across the bed toward Barry’s increasingly hard dick.
She scrambles attempting to get to her hands and knees and crawl away from Barry, her little feet kicking at him aiming for anything within range. Reaching the edge of the bed Rori’s desperate hands grip at the soft sheets for traction. Sheets that betray her as they gave way from their tucked positions, she is unceremoniously pulled backwards towards her father. The strong hands at her hips were nearly immobilizing as she is pinned her to the bed. “Daddy, please stoooopppp,” her cries drag out as his hand leaves her ankle bruised from his grip. This is a far stronger touch than she’d ever felt from him. Her words falling on deaf ears as Barry’s dominant hands moves from her hips to the sweatpants that were already swollen with his desires.
As he removes his thick 9” from his pants his other moves to the back of Rori’s head. Applying pressure until her face was buried deep in the foam mattress. From this position there was no defense she could mount. Her hands wriggled behind her as Barry held her still, content to watch her struggles
Lustfully Barry looks down, the squirming body of Rori fighting the inevitable. Her fault-all her fault. Her little ass was clad with blue panties accented with white polka dots. The intricate lace frills around the hems made Barry’s cock jump, his hand pulls them aside, Rori wriggles more, “oooppppppp, eeeeassseee” she whines only able to get vowels out; her speech inhibited as her face is continually and forcefully pushed into the bed.
Each time Barry manages to slide her panties to one side or the other her incessant twisting and squirming caused Barry to lose his place. Finally, maddened by the struggle he grabs a handful of the fabric and yanks, pulling Rori’s hips from the bed before the fabric gives way sending her hips back to the bed and exposing her little lips. She yelps as the fabric that she thought could protect her is hastily removed.
Barry’s body was on autopilot as he pushed hard on Rori’s head, intent on stopping her movement. The moans of distress have no effect as Barry’s free hand grips his shaft. Rori’s feet leg dangled just off the floor as her exposed ass waggled back and forth, her legs and her little feet kicking as Barry bends his knees positioning himself at her pussy. He couldn’t stop. Her fault. He didn’t think. Her fault! He didn’t care. They both grunt as Barry pushes forward. Wildly Rori’s legs kick as her lips are forced apart. “Quiet.” Barry says feeling himself sink in, inch after inch. He could feel her resisting, trying to squeeze him out, “I know, I know baby,” Barry says trying to comfort Rori who moans in pain.
“Aaddddy,” she whines in pain still unable to articulate her thoughts as Barry presses at the back of her head while he buries his entire length inside of her. He sighs taking a moment to revel in her warmth and tightness before gritting his teeth and tormenting her with a series of quick jabbing drives into her little hole. A combination of exhaustion and hopelessness begin to set in as Rori’s cries continue but her struggling slowly subsides. Barry pulls his hips back; he is amazed to see a small red streak of “blood” down the length of his shaft. For the briefest of seconds, he’d forgotten she was still an android. Albeit, highly sophisticated, and incredibly lifelike, she was an android none the less.
This only affected him in so much as a provision of lubrication that allowed him to slowly withdraw from her as Rori protests. His hands snake their way around her hips providing the additional force behind his movements, Rori, finally able to take deep breaths gasps for air and cries out “daddy please stop it hurts.” Her body continually recoils from the pain between her legs as his hands pull her back and his hips pound forward, distorting her pleas for mercy in between ragged breaths. His strokes are intentional and strong, each thrust highlighted by an agonizing moan from Rori whose little legs shudder each time Barry’s cock rams its way back in.
As the ecstasy of her tightness overwhelms him, Barry, wastes little time, pumping into Rori for all he’s worth. Each time their hips touch the bed slides a little across the hardwood knocking over the lamp on the adjacent end table. It crashes to the floor, filling the room with darkness. Barry never stopped, no longed needing to see what he was doing he continued to ram into her until the bed was forced against the wall finally providing Barry the solid foundation he was looking for. Her entire body shuddered as Barry took a wider stance and drove into her with ever-increasing force. His mouth hung open with lust as Rori howled in anguish; only inspiring as Barry to pick up both pace and force, her little face contorting, the room filling with sounds of Rori's father taking her innocence. He leans over, his body engulfing hers, pulling her hair back he whispers in her ear, “it’s ok, shhhhhh shhhhhhh,” his balls tighten. Rori's toes curl as the pain is nearly unbearable. “Daddy loves youuuuu-” he grunts as he erupts into Rori, “DADDY!"
**WHAM** "LOVES!"
**WHAM** "YOU!”
**WHAM** with each word he thrusts and fills Rori with another thick load of cum and ramming the posts of the bed deeper into the wall. He pats her head, pulling her hair tear-stained and contorted face, his mind spins, weeks of pent up frustrations finally relieved. He collapses onto her weeping body, reciting the refrain, “it’s okay, it’s okay, daddy loves you, shhhh, it’s ok, daddy loves you.”
His mind melts as his body reflexively continues to pump into her, his cock twitching repeatedly until his balls are completely spent. Rori sobs softly in the silence and darkness, her tiny hands clutching the sheets that have long since been ripped from their tight holdings around the bed and coalesced in mess around their bodies. Barry’s words did nothing to console Rori, who is so wrapped in her own suffering that she hardly notices as Barry falls asleep still inside of her. She spends the next three hours exhausting herself, and desperately exerting and straining her little body as she digs her nails into the bed trying to claw her way from under her father. She was never afraid of the dark, per se, but as time ticked on the traumatic horror of being stuck here, helpless, and in the dark, all night begin to burrow into her psyche and subconscious.
2 HOURS FROM THE GARAGE – DOWNTOWN LOS ANGELES - LUXE HIGH RISE CONDOS
“You really fucked this up.” June Murrow says from across the room as Elise sits entranced staring out of the floor to ceiling windows of June’s luxury condo. The Los Angles skyline was a far cry from Bakersfield and felt nothing like home but when everyone you know personally and professionally has seen a student fuck you in the ass, home isn’t where you want to be anyway. June and Elise had been friends since high school, they rushed the same sorority, chased after the same boys, and for a while spent time as adjunct professors during their Ph.D. candidacies. However, academia simply never suited June very well, her talents were much too grandiose for the likes of a classroom. Since making the leap to ‘HELL-A’ as Elise called it, she’d won 2 Emmy awards for her writing and currently was in negotiations to have her first novel adapted to the screen. June uncorked their third bottle of $380 wine, sparing no expense in consoling Elise. She makes two generous pours of the Bordeaux before escorting the drinks to the large living room.
Elise’s bloodshot eyes follow the dancing lights of Hollywood until a long stem wine glass blocks her view. She takes the offering looking at the glass for a moment then back up to June, “I can’t,” she says in her most intentionally helpless voice. “I can’t-,” pathetic whimper cut her thought short.
June sighs, rolling her eyes as she quickly returns to the bar, fumbling in one of its drawers for something. Upon finding what she was after June makes her way back to Elise who still sits helplessly attached to the couch, she’d been drinking for hours and had long since given up trying to connect the wine glass to her lips. June drops an unnecessarily long straw into the wine glass. Elise flashes her a drunken smile, “thank you,” she says placing the glass on the end table next to her and adjusting the straw so that she never has to lift her head from the back of the couch to continue drinking.
June shakes her head, “you know eventually you’ll have to leave that couch.” She says sitting on the matching chase lounge opposite Elise. She places her feet on the coffee table as she sits back looking over to Elise who still sulks sipping from her absurdly long straw. “Between you and me,” June says taking a quick sip of her wine, “I saw the video, he’s ummm…” she searches for the word. “Blessed.” Elise’s head whips around her eyes narrowing. “Okay! Next topic,” June sucks air through her teeth as she takes another sip. “So, Aurora?”
Her words hang in the air between them, Elise’s expression softens as she thinks back to the opportunity to have her Rori back in her life squandered, but unable to find the appropriate words to convey her feelings. “Rori…she-”
“Was it just like having her back,” June asks, leaning forward from her resting position. “I mean, its an android but it had like all of her memories, right?” She continues questioning before ever getting an answer, “but like what about the other stuff, like the really personal stuff, was it like programming or personality?” June asks hands extended as if she’s holding both options. “I mean sure she may have, wait she? It? What did you call it, or her? And what about-”
“June! It was Rori!” Elise shouts her head whipping around as she screams at her friend, vocalizing for the first time how she truly feels. Tears swell in her eyes as she suddenly can’t catch her breath. “She – I said, I said so much, she hates me for it,” she says as the realization of the weight of her words and actions finally overwhelm her. Rori had every right to be furious with her, “she’s just a kid,” Elise says looking up in despair as June rushes to her side brushing away trails of tears. Elise is nearly inconsolable but June does her best wrapping her in a blanket, hugging her closely all while trying not to imagine how good of a script this would be, and who she would want to play herself. Kerry Washington? No. Gabriel Union! June’s day dream is broken by Elise’s crying as she hugs her friend tighter, “she’s just a kid,” Elise sobs.
BACK IN BAKERSFIELD
She’s just a kid. Why did that happen? Was it her fault? Questions swirl through Rori’s mind as she sits in the farthest corner from her father who lies passed out on her bed. The bed she’d just been raped on only a few hours ago. Her tattered sundress fell from her shoulder as it had been stretched beyond the shape of her lean body.
Following the horrific event, the temperature in the garage had begun to drop as the evening brought a chill. She had eventually managed to marshal the strength to push him from on top of her, whimpering as his flaccid cock finally exited her body. The latent body heat Barry provided while both on her and in her was not worth another revolting moment in that position. As she left the bed, she pulled the sheets that had been torn off during the attack with her, she walked in trance to the door. She didn’t have any idea where she would go, but in the end, it didn’t matter as the new locks Barry had installed only yesterday required a thumbprint to unlock, presumably his. She whimpered as she slid hopelessly to the floor, moonlight had cast a series of shadows as it shown in from the window on the roof. The room she’d shared with her father for the last few months now turned into her prison. Why was this happening, she’d never wanted the comfort of her mother more than now, in this moment. From the hardwood Rori watched her father’s naked body rose and fell with each breath as beams of moonlight highlighted his naked ass. The kind man she’d known ‘all her life’ was suddenly something else entirely in her mind. Confused, alone, and ultimately resigned to her fate, she curled into a ball in the corner and eventually cried herself to sleep.
