The Conquerors bloodline

Chapter 213: The Night Showing [2]

The moment she saw it, Glynda's face rapidly drained of colour and her hackles went on end. It wasn't simply because it was in public, that much she was steeling her heart for, maybe a few people here and there but this? This was too much.

Before her stood the pier, it jotted out over the ocean and was decked with dark wood harvested from the nearby forever fall forest. Atop it were many buildings and many more flashing lightbulbs in many a shade of neon hues. They lined buildings and attractions all the small games and things expected of such a place. Worse yet, there were near a hundred people in sight from where she stood, all dressed simply with dates and children enjoying the attractions without a care or even inkling at what was going on with her.

"You must be kidding me?" she paled on Parc.

"I'm not." His grin was broad, filled with unhindered joy that his plans were coming to torturous fruition.

"No, I will not let you-"

Glynda's stomach lurched, she hunched over and bit her tongue to keep her voice from spilling out with saccharin tones. The vibrationsthough lasting only a few measly secondshad returned to silence her completely.

She drew a few eyes from her sudden movement, most looked away when she slowly straightened herself out. In secret she pinched Parc on the underarm as a bit of ineffective retaliation.

"Glynda, dear, you don't get to 'let' me do anything. I do what I want, when I want."

"Arrogant. You are such an arrogant bastard!" her screams were whispered.

"As much as Qrow?"

"Ye-well" she began to ponder, "no. As infuriating as it is, Qrow is more so annoying than anything."

"Aww, thank you."

"Don't push it. What your doing to me has already put you on the line of my least favourite person."

Laughing her derision away, Parc glanced around and mapped a route through the crowds and guided Glynda to the various attractions. Pausing at each one to watch someone fail at throwing rings or for others to miss with the airsoft rifles, several nearly taking out the workers eyes. The longer they walked the more Glynda would squirm uncomfortably. Not because of the rotor, no, more because of the lacking response from it. After thirty minutes of wandering around, taking part in several of the simpler attractionto various states of successParc still hadn't flipped it on, not to either of the three speeds.

There was plenty an opportunity to do so, passing through pockets of less filled areas or in front of a particularly tired looking worker. Still, he did nothing. Instead he played and chattered with her about innane and obscure things, a frequent topic being the students and the hecticness of being a teacher to a bunch of hormonal teenagers.

In essence they were irritating, frustrating, and stress inducing on the best of days. On the worse days she was finding pornographic magazines with cuttouts of the female students heads glued onto a supermodels body. Hinting that at one point she'd even found her own face in a particularly erotic in school scene. She tried to play of the light stutter of the memory with a shift to another topic, but Parc had seen clearly that, that may have very well been what instilled this subconscious desire in her.

'Brings up another interesting idea' Parc's thoughts trailed off as a cruel idea was instilled in him.

The thought was put to the side as they arrived at their final destination for the pier exploration segment of their date. The Ferris wheel. As generic or cliched as the plan was, it was perfect for his intentions. Public, enclosed, little chance of escape, and most importantly, it would take a while.

Glynda's gaze rapidly drained of focus as she watched a couple of a brightly smiling boy and a fidgeting young girl lathered in sweat exit the car. The girl, short, with brown hair and flicking dog ears laid flat against her scalp, passed them by and for a second shot a misty eyed look to Glynda before shrinking away to follow after the boy she'd come out with.

It was abundantly clear, Parc's intentions. How she hadn't figured them out earlier, she didn't know. But here she was, being drawn into a car that stank of musk and one of the seats was glazed in a wet sheen. Glynda couldn't help but gape at the sight, the stench wasn't that of urine, most certainly not. It was a smell Glynda was familiar with having filled her own room with it several times due to stress and many a time for fun when she was in her younger years.

The stench of a womans climax.

Her expression descended and her steps halted right at the precipice of entering. Parc having to stop as well due to their latched arms. He followed her gaze but unlike her, smirked at the sight. Meeting their eyes Glynda's heart ominously stilled. He wasn't going to let her skip this one, was he? She thought correctly.

With a single tug, Glynda was tugged into the box, the door shut behind them and barely breaths later did it shift and begin to rise, trapping her with the stench of lust. Thankfully, Parc had set her down on the dry seat and sat down besides her, a hand already set on her lap softly squeezing and stroking her thigh even as the rotating wheel halted to allow the next box to be emptied and refilled.

At first nothing was said between the two, the harsh smell permeating the entrapped box was enough to make her gulp and squirm as the tightness of the rotor became even more abundantly clear than earlier. When they did start speaking, it was started by Parc and the appearance of the controller in his free hand. Looking down at it then out the window opposite them he rolled his thumb over the lip.

"You know, I did a bit of research on ferris wheel's before our date. This one, the Ring of Vale takes about five minutes per rotation and a car will go around three to four times before being let out. Slow but considering the sight we'll get to see at the top, worth it."

Her attention wasn't on his words but focused solely on the remote, watching as the dial wiggled like a gunman pointing the barrel of his weapon at her. Ready to fire and set upon her a torturous twenty minutes. At a few points while he fiddled with it the rotor would spring to soft vibrations but in the same second would disappear leaving her to jump and jostle from the excruciating teasing.

As the car came to halt halfway to the top allowing the fifth car after their own to disembark, Glynda swallowed a lump, it was right there, she could just reach out, grab it, and rip it away, destroying his control over her. Even her semblance was noting it's weight, so light that controlling it with any care would require just a bit of concentration to make sure she didn't send it flying through the window. Having such an opportunity presented to her was simply too much to ignore, it would let her dig in her heels and retort him, show him she wasn't just there to be dominated but would equally control this relationship.

Licking her lips, Glynda forced her eyes out of the window to remove her focus from the remote and wane any suspicion that would lead Parc to suspecting her tendrils of telekinesis slowly coming to wrap around the plastic contraption.

'I need something to distract him so he loosens his grip.' She thought, if she tried to rip it out of his hand now he would have more of a chance to clamp and seal the telekinesis from working. Though she could still rip it out, the chances are she'd end up flinging him like a slingshot out the window which was only to attract more attention to her than anything. Just how was she going to do that?

Her mind raced back, not an hour earlier when they'd hidden from those five she'd felt it. An erection pressed against her belly. Distracting him like that would certainly clear his mind enough but that would end in something else, her having to interact with 'that' portion of his anatomy. Was it worth it? Glynda began to contemplate. Just judging by how this night was going, him dragging her to some out of the way building for coitus was a seeming inevitability, at least if she let things go on as they were. If she could change the way the wind was blowing, remove his lead from the night she could halt that possibility in its track. Having to touch him down there was the minimum she could do to stop this night from progressing any further.

'Can't believe I'm thinking like this.' Secretively, she palmed her face and felt bags rising beneath her eyes. 'Am I really this desperate to get out of this that I'm thinking of jerking of a boy nearly half my age?'

The grip on her thigh tightened, not painfully, but enough that her thoughts were shaken and brought back to him. She turned down, glanced to his broad hand and how it was pressing in the flesh of her thigh beneath the sparkling fabric of her dress.

Was it normal for her heart to be pattering so excitedly from his touch? From the sheer subconscious idea at the debauched nature of this entrapment. A breath held stifled those thoughts and brought sanctimonious clarity. All she needed was to be free of this torment, she'd already sacrificed her decency, she could sacrifice more if it lingered for the greater good.