I Am A Stick Novels & Stories

I couldn’t look at him the same. I quickly jolted away from his grasp, grabbing a stray piece of stick and pointed it at him, “Get away from me!! You’re a monster!!”

The stick fell to the ground with a thud. “Okay, try now” I said keeping my eyes on the stick. Smith stepped around me and bent over to pick up the stick but nearly fell over as he failed. He looked at me wide-eyed and grabbed the stick with both hands, grunting as he pulled at it hard. It lifted slightly off the ground before he let it go in a huff.

I still had a use for it. I held up the bag and waved it in front of the camera. The viewers thought I was putting on an act. The chat was filled with nothing but strings of censored curse words. You could tell how nasty the comments were. However, I did not care one bit. I displayed my medical records directly. "I know you won't believe anything I say, but don't let someone with ulterior motives manipulate you into becoming their weapon. "I'm not the first person she's slandered. If you keep enabling her to do evil, then what's happening to me now will happen to you too.”

The footsteps grew heavier. Each step made the tiny stick in my hand feel useless, but I held it with both hands anyway and raised it above my head. I wasn’t about to take any chances. The moment the footsteps reached me, I closed my eyes tight and swung the stick down with everything in me. But it never landed. It stopped in midair. I struggled, pushing down with all my strength, but something held it firmly. My left eye opened first, just enough to peek.

Not this time. When she opened her eyes, she exhaled, calming herself down. She resisted the instinct to push him away, to do anything that meant she would rather kill herself than have him near her. Looking for a plausible reason that suited well for her predicament she stuttered like a frightened rabbit, "I...I.. fe..felt lonely...a..and scared"

The next morning. I woke up early, the sun was coming in through the window. It was soft and warm on my face, I blinked a few times. then sat up slowly. I could still feel the wetness of my cum around my thigh, a quiet reminder of last night. Even though I had cleaned it, it still lingered there. I stretched my arms and took a deep breath. My name is Amara, I’m twenty years old. This is my first real job, working as a maid in Mr. Grey’s house.

I turned to stone. Fuck it. That was my dick!

I can't sleep now since something is bothering in my head. My lips smiled widened when I saw a stick at the floor, maybe that clown head forget it. I reached the stick and use it to stand and also for me to walk. I opened the door and walk wherever my feet brought me. The mansions never failed me to amazed! It's really so beautiful.

It's not wrong. The one stick in my hand and the other six in the sink, all state the same thing. I'm pregnant.