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Author’s note: Let me know if you know an illustrator who would like to create visuals to accompany this story.
Part 2: Jasmine
While Alex had managed to remain fairly calm up till this point, trapped as he was and being treated like he never had before, he could not prevent the slow wash of panic come over him as he listened to the heels clicking up the steps just outside the door. It started in his lower abdomen, a place that hurt anyway, but deeper, like a clenching muscle that he could not control. It washed up his spine and down his legs, making them tingle with suspense and a choking, screaming desire to escape and run far far away, back to yesterday, when everything still seemed like it could work out fine. He felt the panic rising in his throat like vomit, and the heels clicked to a stop just outside the door.
“Mom?”
Jade, standing in the bathroom, called out, “Come on in.”
Jasmine pushed open the door slowly, allowing Alex to see her only piece by piece as she entered the room. She looked shockingly like her mother, but smaller and tighter. Her whole body: breasts, stomach, arms, legs, were all compact and tight, toned and sheened. She wore a pink spaghetti-strap and a short, white, poofy skirt with many folds that drew the eye down along her amble hips, then lost it among its many, changing, dark crevices. She wore her hair short and straight, layering it in jet-black mats.
“Well, what do you think?” asked Jade.
Alex was in awe.
Jasmine answered, “You know who he looks like?”
Jade: “I didn’t think you’d remember.”
“Is he?”
“Yes. I just bought him off his mother.”
Jasmine wrinkled her brow. “Oh.”
Jade left the bathroom and switched off the light. “Is there something wrong?”
Jasmine immediately became aware of her face, and contorted it into a smile. “No. Of course not. Thank you so much, mom!” She quickly crossed the room and hugged her mom, somewhere behind Alex, who was sinking into greater despair, not only trapped and incapacitated, but being talked about like he couldn’t hear or speak himself.
After a moment, Jade asked, “Well?”
“Would you mind if I took him to my room?”
“Of course. Of course. Here.” Jade unlocked Alex from her trap and clasped a leather leash around his neck from her dresser. The three walked across the hall, the two women first and Alex following, affording him another impressive view. “Look at this” Jade said, pointing to an apparently new fixture in her daughter’s room: a pentagon of leashes on eye-hooks, just like in the kitchen. “Let me help,” she exclaimed, dragging Alex to the leashes and tightening on to his limbs. “There we go! How exciting!” She stood still, clasping her hands and staring intently at Jasmine.
“Yes, mother?” she asked.
“Well?”
“Thank you.” Then after a moment: “Would you like go so I can get started.”
Jade smiled cruelly and said. “Very well.” She slowly loped out, letting the door slowly shut behind her.
Alex stood on hands and knees in the corner, leashed up completely, shivering slightly. He looked up at Jasmine with his poor, begging eyes. She looked just like her mother, only, somehow more real. She had a sharper quality, although her mother had more defined features, like she could be a bit kinder, but always a bit harsher. Like she was more friendly, but far more cruel. She walked close enough that he could barely catch a glimpse of underwear under her pink skirt as he looked up.
“Alex?” she said quietly.
“Yes,” he choked. The neck leash seemed unnecessarily tight.
“I remember you when we were young. You seemed like my closest friend and I have many fond memories of you. I state this because I can not bring myself to hurt you in any way. Of course, I cannot protect you from my mother, but I will not harm you. You can trust me if I can trust you.”
Alex jumped to respond, “You can trust me. Whatever you want.”
Jasmine nodded. “I want you to take care of whatever you call that silly thing between your legs.”
Alex looked down and found something looking back up. “Oh no! What do I do?”
Jasmine sighed and said, “I don’t know, but if you want us to be friends, you will need to control yourself. If I ever see one of those again, we will not be friends anymore.”
Alex nodded passively.
“Good. But we need to kill some time before my mom can be satisfied, so let me look you over.”
For the second time, Alex was closely and uncomfortably inspected. She ran her hands over him, across his face, down his back, up his legs, between his thighs, down his chest, around his balls, back, between, up, up, in, around. When she stood back up, they both were panting, and Alex’s erection had definitely not subsided. “Interesting,” she said with a giggle, and jumped on her bed. She crossed her legs and laid back to relax, and Alex fell panting and sweating to the ground, shaking with confusion, fright and frustration.
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That night, naked and cold after a dinner of scraps under the table, Alex awoke to the sound of two people stumbling through a door. Earlier, Jade had told him she would be back a little while later as she leashed him tight to the kitchen hooks. Now she had returned.
Alex propped himself up on one arm groggily and tried to peer into the darkness. Jade approached, swaying, with her guest behind her, another black woman but slightly shorter and girthier.
“Is this your boy?” the other woman asked loudly.
Jade spun around and shushed her softly. “You’ll wake up my daughter. She has school tomorrow. But we can make all the noise we want in my room. It’s soundproof.” She said the last part with the most seductive smile she could muster.
She stumbled up to Alex and started unhooking the leashes as best she could. As this went on, he tried to discern the new woman’s features, but she stood outside the slit of moonlight coming through the bay windows, and all he could see was her small eyes in the darkness, staring at him intently, emotionlessly.
“Come on,” Jade said, grabbing his neck-leash and tugging. He tried to follow, but found that his leg was still connected to the wall, and before he could warn her, Jade tugged on his leash again, sending him choking to the floor, which he hit with a loud crack that reverberated around the quiet house. Alex whimpered. The companion giggled.
Jade spun around and, after taking a moment to understand the situation, unhooked Alex’s other leg. “Now be quiet and come upstairs.”
Once in the room, Jade closed and dead bolted the heavy wooden door. In the silence of the house, Alex could hear the whooshing of air as it closed and the heaviness of the lock. Something about the physical barrier made the light claustrophobia he had dealt with all day seem suddenly more present. He was trapped.
Jade giggled uncharacteristically as she approached her new friend in the warm lamplight of the room. As they fell back onto the bed together, Alex caught another glimpse of the companion’s eye fixed coolly on him. He shuddered slightly. He could sense something new. Before he had felt small, trapped and confused in his new role, but now there was a feeling of recklessness. He could smell a passion and excitement that wasn’t there before, and also a danger that his helplessness engendered. Furthermore, he felt slightly ashamed standing there, leashed and naked, watching the two women explore each other on the bed. He was uninvolved, and yet completely naked and unattended. He was neither party nor separate, not free to join or leave, just waiting.
The two continued for a while, each using her mouth in generous and intrepid ways. This was what Jade lived for: the drunken escapades of new women. She used her ample lips to suck, caress, even lightly nibble her partner, hungry for more flesh to explore. She may have continued like this for much longer, but her new one asked lightly, “What about the boy?”
What about the boy.
“Come here,” Jade beckoned.
Alex shuffled forward, leashes audibly dragging across the carpet as he approached. He reached the foot of the bed and looked up.
“Take off Serenity’s shoe.”
Alex obeyed.
“And her sock.”
Alex obeyed.
“And lick her foot.”
Alex looked up, confused, not from the request, but how to begin. He looked first to Jade, who stared blankly, then to Serenity, who hesitated for a moment, then smiled impishly and jammed her big toe into Alex’s slightly agape mouth. Alex reeled backwards in surprise, but her other foot was already around the back of his head, pushing him forward. He moaned through his filled mouth in pain and surprise, but that only encouraged her to force more into him. After some more pushing, she relented, letting him pull back just until only her big toe remained. He looked to Jade with desperate eyes, hoping for intervention, trying to pull back the last bit, but she laughed and squealed, “Do it again!”
Alex’s eyes widened again in fear. This was unexplored, dangerous territory. Serenity was more than happy to again push his head forward with her other foot, which seemed too strong and commanding for Alex to resist, stretching his mouth to its breaking point. The sides of his mouth hurt as if they would rip and his jaw ached, but still she pushed. Alex didn’t know what to do, so he jammed his tongue in between and around her toes, hoping to sate her. This seemed to work, as the pressure on his head seemed to lighten.
Jade got off the bed, and left Alex’s limited field of vision. He heard a drawer open, sending hefty objects rolling around, the scraping of things being moved, and then the door shut. There was a moment before Jade approached, coming around the bed and to his side. “I’m sorry, Serenity,” she whispered, “but there’s something I want to do.” She dislodged Alex’s head from the feet and quickly popped something new into his mouth. He was filled with a completely unfamiliar taste. It had the pungency of body odor, but was slightly different. He couldn’t place it, nor the object in his mouth, but knew that he didn’t like where this was going.
Jade mounted the bed, allowing Alex to see that she was now in her bra and without underwear, and walked on her knees to Serenity, who was still laying back. She worked her hand slowly between her legs, hovering upwards lightly, gently, under the cotton skirt, up the plump thighs, until she gave a slight start. Jade smiled and worked her hand around the dark crevices that Alex couldn’t make out in the low light. Serenity laid back and moaned lightly. After a little while Jade produced something that had been behind her and out of Alex’s sight: a substantially sized black vibrating dildo. She shifted it to her right hand as she laid down with her lover, slowly working it up and in, inciting and responding to the symphony of moans and grunts.
After a moment, Serenity came to again, and asked, “what about the boy?”
Jade looked at her. “What about him?”
“Have you tried him out yet?”
Jade smiled softly, a smile of rising excitement and possibility. “I haven’t. Come here Alex.”
Alex climbed wide-eyed onto the bed, crawling on his hands and knees towards the waiting ladies.
“Oh wait,” Jade whispered apologetically, “he’s a virgin. We’ll need something smaller.”
This brought a new life to Serenity’s eyes. “He isn’t? He is? We don’t need anything smaller. I’m sure we can make this work.” Her voice was deep with lust.
Jade smiled apologetically, “No, I really do. You have no idea how tight this boy is.”
Alex may have wanted to express an opinion, but, of course, his mouth was occupied.
Jade returned to her drawer, and shuffled objects around noisily as Serenity eyed Alex up and down, causing him to slump slightly. “Yes, this should do,” Jade said, displaying a dildo easily twice the size of Alex’s meager tool. She then produced a harness, which she began tightening into place.
“Oh, Jade, darling. Let me do it, please. Please. I’ve always wanted-“
“I’m sorry, but you have no idea how much he cost me. In fact, I was going to save him at least until tomorrow, but, what the hell; the night is too young and beautiful to waste.”
Serenity pouted lightly, but then resolved, “Well then at least fuck me first so that I’ll be inside him too.”
Jade giggled. Alex felt the rising terror of earlier return. This seemed reckless and unfair, and he was so helpless. At least he could believe earlier that he was part of some sort of plan. This drunken change terrified him.
Serenity shuffled to the edge of the bed, and Jade, standing, entered her slowly. Serenity said, “You must be joking. That little thing?”
Jade shook her head. “Trust me.”
After a few minutes of unsatisfying motion, Jade dislodged, and turned her dripping extension to Alex. “Ready,” she asked with a wink. Alex cringed.
“Hands and knees, boy,” she whispered in her voice that seemed especially for him. Serenity grabbed his neck leash and pulled him down. Then she reached into his mouth and pulled out the gag, which he could see for a moment to be a slight lavender string. Jade’s g-string.
He shouted, panicked. “Wait. Please don’t. I’m not ready,” but Jade only giggled.
“Okay. Here we go.”
He felt a warm, wet presence at his tailbone slide down, down, and stop at his venerable spot. “Don’t,” he began again, but Serenity jammed a thumb into his mouth, making it come out, “Gon.” Jade shushed him in an almost motherly tone as she applied pressure. Alex clench involuntarily, but as Jade thrust back and forth gently, he found himself involuntarily weakening, until he finally broke. He heard Jade whisper, “I’m in,” and Serenity immediately began to touch herself. She watched Alex’s eyes, unflinchingly staring.
He moaned gutturally as she began to ease forward. “That’s too much,” he whispered.
“Too much? I’m barely in. Just relax and let it happen and things will be much easier for you.” Then she added flippantly, “or don’t.”
He was hit first by the uncontrollable urge to defecate, but as that became clearly impossible, he noticed different sensations. He could feel his asshole alternatively tightening and loosening as he fought the urge to clench. He could feel an enormous pressure on his prostate, which translated to a throbbing through his erection. He could feel every slight gradation of pressure as Jade pushed onwards, until she came to the end, and he could feel an almost reassuring flatness and warmth of her body against his. “Now that wasn’t too bad.”
Alex already felt spent, sweating and shaking in his arms and legs. Jade said, “Now comes the fun part.” He lifted his head laboriously, and caught Serenity’s crazy stare. Jade placed a strong had on each side of his hips and pushed him forward lightly as she pulled out. This felt even worse for him, because he would do nothing to prevent his body from clenching, but Jade either didn’t notice or didn’t care, because she just kept pulling. When what felt like a foot of dildo had left him, she pushed back in.
Now he couldn’t decide which was worse, going in or coming out, because each always seemed harder than the last. He was grunting and panting, and fell on his face as his arms buckled. He heard a voice in what seemed like a faraway place say, “God Jade, look at you. You’re glowing. You look so strong, so powerful back there.”
Serenity lifted Alex’s head by the hair, grabbed his collar, and pulled him directly onto her glistening sex. “Lick,” she said authoritatively. “Lick me.” Alex could hardly hear or understand her, but tried to obey whenever he could focus enough to. Jade was in another place entirely. She couldn’t remember the number of women she had fucked with strap-ons far larger than this, but she could not remember having so much fun. Something in the combination of his milky skin, his tiny body, his gender and knowing that she was betraying an old friend all combined to be enough of a turn-on that even with the minimal pressure against her clit she found herself on the verge of climaxing. Alex, meanwhile, found his gasps for air further stifled by the new placement of his face. He was in a sickening combination of severe pain, oxygen deprivation and a hidden pleasure he could not place. He felt used up completely: spent. The two women moaned in time, taking turns forming the melody and harmony of their sadistic symphony, crescendoing to competing climaxes and working down slowly, gently, to a soft afterglow. Jade pulled out uneventfully, undid the harness and commanded, “sleep in the corner, slave,” before falling into the arms of her new lover. Alex left the bed slowly, shaking, and crawled across the floor before curling up on the soft carpet. He could hardly say where his mind was: lost in the swirl of competing sensation.
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