Dirty Talk/Three Brats/June 21st, 2021/Emilia approaches Danny

He's probably still walking around here somewh- oh! There he is! He's near the park. I can run over and catch up to him.

This... is so weird. I've never really gone up to him ON PURPOSE before. It gives me a weird feeling! Anxious and excited an- what?! Not excited! What am I thinking! He doesn't "excite" me. But... he sure did do a lot of things to me...

Okay! Shut up, brain! I'm going!

Well, well, well, look at the beach bum who strolled into town.

H-Hi Danny.

What are you up to today, Björnquist?

Nothing.

.... Is that so? You ran over here to tell me you're not up to anything? That's not suspicious.

Well I wan-...

If anything happens in the next hour don't feel insulted when you're suspect number one on my list.

I'm not up to anything! I swear! That's my whole day today... nothing to do... so I thought I'd... spend some time with you.

Is that so. So now you're tailing me?

No. I was hot on the beach, so I figured I'd... come say hi! That's all.

Well your plan didn't work. I'm afraid you look much hotter now than you did in your swimsuit.

Huh? I'm hotter... oh! Whut?

He likes what I'm wearing? ...but why?

I... it's nothing special. It is hot out, so I wanted something light to.... Umm... can I ask you something?

Shoot.

Why do you like it?

Pardon me?

Well, this is a really plain outfit. Just pink knee-length leggings and a simple white cami. I do have some tops I really like, and some very pretty dresses, but I never thought a guy would think... I'm curious why you like what I'm wearing so much.

God damn, a guy can't just be clever anymore...

Well that IS a curious question, isn't it!

I'm serious though. You... you said I look good. Can you tell me why?

Hmmm. Why don't you give me a little turn first, let me get a second look at you.

Umm, okay. There's not much to see. This is the back... a-and the front again.

Mhmm. It sure suits you, that's for damn sure.

But... that doesn't tell me anything!

What do you want, a bullet point list? A diagram?

I just want you to be honest...

Hmph. Alright. You want honesty? How about this... I see too much skin nowadays.

Huh?

It's the middle of summer. Tourist season. Too many booty shorts and bikinis and tits falling out of their tops. Don't get me wrong, my eyes are wide open this time of year. I leer just as much as the next guy at any girl trying to show themselves off. But it's equally tiresome. It's all too much sometimes. So.... I must say it's refreshing to see a cute little thing such as your fine young self looking this good without even having to try.

Oh...! Thanks! *giggle* I didn't know I looked so... B-but is it the colors, or...?

You would want details, wouldn't you?

Yes. Um, please.

Figures... Alright, what can I say about your "look"? What do I like about it... It's simple. Very unassuming. Despite the brutal fact that it really shows your age, it also shows your figure in an innocent, "convenient" sort of way.

What is he... is he grabbing my top? His fingers are going under-

Heh... Look at these... these thin strands holding up your shirt. They do show off your shoulders, but somehow they lengthen your neck as well....

Is he... brushing the side of my neck... up... into my hair...

...mostly by staying out of the way. A good skill to learn by the way. But the top itself... yeah, I'll agree it is basic. It's square, light, simple.... But damn does it ever want to stick to your body. You don't have much to speak of in the way of "curves", but every single detail on this dancer's torso that I have to assume you inherited from your mother is not just accentuated, but highlighted... every... single... little... curve...

Now he's brushing down my chest...

Th-thanks. I... I play tennis... I'm kinda athletic...

Everything... including these two blatantly obvious nipples of yours. Yeah, puff out your chest for me you scamp. It's so hard to tell whether girls like you are clueless or shameless...

So... what do you like about my pants?

What do I like about them? Firstly that they're not covered by your top! But let's take another look at them.

N-now he's turning me again! He must really like looking at me after all. He's practically inspecting me! I sort of asked him to, but...

Secondly? That they're just as tight as your top. Truly skin tight, just wrapped around your thighs, up into all the cracks and crevices... they nearly look like they're molded onto your slender little butt.

Still staring at me... he's squatting down too. His hand is on my hip! Guiding me around...

Somehow these wispy thin leggings leave so much and so little to the imagination all at once. And, as an aside, I'll venture a guess and say that the lack of a "distracting" pantie line in this case... is the result of an absence of them.

They're in m-my hand. I er, what I mean... I wore my swimsuit underneath... and I got wet, so...

Did you now? You got wet... Hmm...

Ah! He's slowly rubbing the back of my thigh... Right up to my... he's really rubbing my whole leg, isn't he? His hand, his fingers, he's so big he can almost wrap the whole way around. My outer thigh, my... inner thigh...

And despite me complaining about seeing so much skin, something knee length is a nice compromise, don't you think? I suppose you would. You picked it. Stay cool, show off some calf, but help lead the eye to other places...

....oh. Y-yeah?

Is that enough for you?

So... y-you like my outfit?

No. I love it. Specifically that you are in it.

There. How was that?

I had no idea he liked how I look so much! And wearing nothing special at all!

Not sure what's up with this girl, but that's entirely enough of that shit. Where's someplace a little less public...

God, why am I all bashful? I know he put his hands all over me, but somehow I feel really sexy now that... oh, he's walking again! Don't go yet! Gotta keep up.

Um, thank you for being honest, Danny! You're not so bad...

So tell me, Björnquist? What's up with you today? You trying to distract me from my duties? Your friends trying to start trouble someplace?

Huh? No, nothing like that. I've just... been thinking a lot lately. And I was wondering what you were thinking too.

What am I thinking? Nothing too complicated, bunny rabbit. I am thinking about turning down this path though...

Welllll... at least you think I'm pretty... even if you're kinda nasty and scary...

I think you are all sorts of things, that's for sure.

But... I suppose you must think about me sometimes, right? To say all those nice things about me. Like, you're not just mean and...

Please tell me I'm more than just a mark...?

See, now I think you're thinking too hard.

I'm just saying that, um... I don't know what I'm saying!

No shit.

But, like, well... What do you think about all the different marks and symbols?

Why? Do you have something to share?

N-no. I just... I was curious what guys think about them. Like when they see a mark.

Like a black star?

Not... specifically....

Oh, Emilia. You dumb little bunny rabbit.

Hey! I'm not-

Sit down on this bench with me. You want to talk? Let's "talk".

Er... okay . . . . Eh!

He put his arm around me as soon as I sat down. He's so forceful...

Y'know Emilia... I'd really like to say I don't care about you.

Oh.... what?

I know what's going on. Your head's all muddled with all sorts of "feelings" after you got your young little cunt all stretched and abused.

I...! I am n-...!

Don't get me wrong. I most certainly did appreciate that little romp we had at the cabin. But let me also assure you, I get my fill of scandalously illegal pussy just about every week, and long before your tiny impeccable behind ever showed up. If not here, then in the village over. Lots of girls into this all over this little corner of Sweden...

Ugh. He had to go and be Danny again. He's... also playing with my hair. He's lucky that feels nice...

Let me tell you that, when I feel so inclined, it takes a paltry effort for me to work up your troublemaker friend, Little Miss Ahlroos, in just the right way - the sex pot that she is - to leave her always wanting a little extra. And when I "happen" to "run into her" throughout the rest of that day I'll be guaranteed to find her tasty star shining just as bright and begging to be drowned in more... attention.

Danny talks with his hands so much. He keeps pressing on my chest and... patting my leg...

But even with the plentiful amount of marked-up tail I come across in this village, I must admit... there IS something about you, bunny.

Me? Th-there is?

I have a question for you: Do you have any idea why you scrawled a black mark on your skin at my cabin?

I was t-trying to save my friends!

Bullshit.

Huh?

Three star-bearers were taken out to a secluded spot in the woods. It had to be pretty clear that you were all going to get fucked stupid as soon as I picked you up... and YOU just couldn't stand the idea of not being the center of attention.

What?!

The hell were you trying to save them from? Sure, there was some pageantry there with handcuffs and sirens and the like - the idea this time was to scare them after all, maybe rough 'em up a little - but it was still just sex. Even a Joker can only push a pink star so far.

You are too easily flustered little bunny. I've opened up your body, all but pulled you into my lap, and you keep staring up at me with wide-eyed wonder.

But... They didn't do anything for you to...

Didn't they? Your mother doesn't feel the same way. And with how fast they turned you from a plain bratty tween to one moaning for a second DICK, I'd posit she was right to worry. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining, bunny rabbit! I for one appreciate their efforts to turn you, and despite your naivety you did manage to take the brunt of that session well enough.

In fact, I have to commend you for not breaking, as you quite literally asked to be broken putting a black mark on yourself like that. The few times I've been privy to a girl doing that to herself, the few times I've been led to a black mark... it never lasts long. You were the first I've seen to not break so fast.

. . .

So yes, bunny, you've been on my mind lately. A girl who dons black does that to me. Maybe you're too stupid to know better, but that makes you a pretty special kind of stupid.

Ah-and you're a fat ugly jerk.

Hahahah! To each their own!

But... Venla wears a black spade, doesn't she?

No... I OWN Venla.

AHH!

H-his hand... between my legs...!

That girl is mine. That is a very different thing.

He's... squeezing my thigh, but... his f-finger is right up against m-my... and m-moving...

It-it's s-still a black mark...

Please tell me you're not that kind of special... a slave with an owner, a dom and a sub, that's not "just" a black mark. It's a unique bond of depravity, the kind of trust and commitment that few would dare entertain. That mark allows me to control her however I see fit, as long as she allows it, and she grants me - and ONLY me - that control. I can choose to lend that control to others, like your mother Laura, but whatever I choose to do with Venla is my decision to make, and for Venla to merely obey.

But you do... such mean things to her...

And she loves it! All of it! The simplicity of it, the security, to know she need only do exactly what I ask of her to make me happy. And she'll do just about anything to make me happy, because that's what makes HER happy! I guarantee you the only thing she's thinking of the entire time she's crawling around on all fours is how hard my cock is getting watching her degenerate little cunt do my bidding.

...it sounds mean.

Do I have to put it in terms that even a toddler can understand? It's all about trust! Her making me happy, me making her happy! Nobody's getting offended, and nobody's getting hurt!

...b-but you made her-

Fuck a dog? She wanted it just as much as I wanted it. What's so mean about that?

. . .

Besides, I could do far worse to her if I chose to. I could pound her pussy into the dirt, literally make her fuck the ground if it suited me. I could ruin that girl, and she knows it. But what's the sense in doing that? Why would I damage my own property?

So she... l-likes being... your property?

I should say so. Oh, she does fear me, the uncertainty, of making herself vulnerable, but that's where the trust comes in. That bridges the gap. She knows I'm only interested in scratching my own unique itch. Could I betray that trust? Sure. But I wouldn't do that. However, when it comes to girls like YOU...

Hahh!

Girls looking for a thrill...

Mmph!

Who callously, carelessly mark themselves black, well... that's more like an invitation, if not an outright challenge.

Wh-wh-what do y-you. . .

I may not look like a priest, but let me tell you, I am a very religious man, and a black star, that's a symbol with a very religious connotation. I wasn't joking when I said I've been led to them before, and I'm not joking when I tell you that it doesn't matter how much they protest... a Joker is instructed to only stop when they tell me to...

Wh-where are you. . . t-touching m-

Now of course, I'm not evil, despite what those two may tell you. I am a father to a beautiful young daughter myself, who I would never want to see get hurt, so I get it... a stream of tears and a heartfelt prayer will make me stop... I don't enjoy hurting the unwilling, and he despises rapists just as much as she does...

But you... I saw no tears, heard no prayers. You liked it, didn't you?

His hands...!

I may be getting old, but if your mother wasn't there the other day... you and I were a cock ring and some dick pills shy of beating this perfect lil' pussy up well into that evening. You didn't need any lube, that's for sure...

R-really?

Mhmm... I'd have kept you with your black star cuffed and stuffed for hours, bunny rabbit... until my cum would've eventually washed it away...

Just to.... to break me?

That or my dick! Whichever came first!

You're.... a psycho...

Says a girl who willingly donned a black star. You give a guy an inch... and he'll be supplying you with every inch he's got in short order. So a black star? A blank cheque? You can't fault a man for taking what he's entitled to.

You're still c-crazy.

Am I? Or are you for letting me saw my fingers through your teeny tween camel toe without so much as flashing a star at me?

I... I........ I...

Look at this. You're already soaking your way through your leggings, bunny. My finger's fucking glistening. Clean this off for me.

H-he shoved his finger in my mouth! And... I'm sucking it. I'm... I'm only doing it because he's scary, not b-because I.... Venla SHOULD fear him. He's... pressing on my tongue... t-trying to push down my throat...?

Gwahg...! . . . Gluck! . . . *cough*

Hahahah! You were born to wear black, you know that? Your mama should've tattooed your ass the moment you were out of the womb!

Pfwah! Sh-shut up you....

What? What's that? What do you want to call me?

He stood up. Looming over me. My heart's racing! G-goosebumps... He's gotten me sooo wet! I... I don't....

Uhm... o-officer...

Heh heh... best take care of yourself little rabbit! Come see me when you have something worth showing me.

. . .

H-he just... I wasn't wearing a star! He didn't even ask... but I didn't say no either. He's so intimidating, and... powerful. When his hands are on me I kinda freeze up. All I can think is... it's like we're back in the cabin, and I'm just waiting to see what he's going to do to me.

After what just happened... I feel as if I should ALWAYS be wearing a star just so that I don't have to say no, or feel guilty for not wanting to. Because I really should've said no... and I feel dirtier for not having said it than for letting him grope me like that.

. . .

I'll... just wait here for a few minutes. My leggings... that's not THAT noticeable, is it? The wet spot isn't small, but... the crotch will dry out, right? Maybe I can lower them a little and use my damp swimsuit to help wipe myself off. I'm pretty lucky there's no one in the back of this park...

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Who else does Emilia seek out for insight:

• Emilia looks for Danny in the village
• Emilia seeks out her friend's brother, Henry
• Emilia hunts down her own brother

Or if she's done asking questions:

• Emilia tries to decide on what it is she wants