Author: Bulgroz the Third
Title: The Adjusters #12 - Jennifer Hansen
Keywords: MF, mc
Posted: January 3, 2011
Edited: March 31, 2011




			  The Adjusters #12


			   Jennifer Hansen


"So what you're saying, then, is that you haven't gone out since we
left for the holidays?" Daniel Malcolm looked at his friend like he
had said that he was now subsisting on a diet of crushed glass.

Radhu Krishnamurthy, the friend in question, looked up from his
computer keyboard, and nodded. "It so happens that most modern
conveniences can be interfaced with remotely -- sustenance, laundry,
scholarly pursuits --"

"What about classes? I mean, don't you have to, you know, go in and
attend?"

"I signed up for the preliminary trial deployment of the online
program in mathematical physics. The administration was pleased enough
with my volunteering to provide me with some leeway in terms of course
scheduling. And if this first week of classes is even partially
predictive, the semester should be unproblematic."

Daniel shook his head. "You're nuts! I go stir crazy if I don't leave
my apartment after a day."

"Then accept this fact as further evidence that you and I are distinct
individuals."

Daniel had no rejoinder. He still had problems at times determining
when Radhu was making fun of him. The tall lanky Indian had his own
peculiar way of interacting with the world. And while it made him a
reliable friend, at times it also challenged clear communication.

Daniel looked at his friend with wonder. Radhu had always been
special, the almost stereotypical combination of scary smarts and
complete social awkwardness. But it looked much worse now, after
Winter Break. When he last saw Radhu before Christmas, the Indian was
recovering from an intense psychological ordeal suffered at the hand
of a white supremacy organization, and it seemed as though he had
developed a low-grade agoraphobia.

"So, we've established what Radhu's been doing during Winter Break --
replenishing his mad hacker skills. What about you, Daniel?" Serena
Banks, sitting on the couch, was smiling. Daniel was about to ask her
why she was changing the subject, but the look in her eyes stated that
they'd talk about it later. So Daniel, trusting his friend, sighed,
and let it go. "We went up to Maine to spend Christmas with Jenn's
mother," he replied. "It was nice. Lots of snow, lots of food, the
usual. Her mother's ecstatic about our engagement. Couldn't stop
talking about it."

"You know," mused Serena, "we never actually celebrated your
engagement, did we?"

"Indeed," chimed in Radhu, "we should organize festivities to assure
future matrimonial bliss."

"Thanks, guys. Sounds like a great idea." He sighed. "Very exciting
times. And a bit scary, too."

"You have a date yet?"

"No. And there's no rush. First, graduation, then wedding planning."

The three friends went silent for a while, the clicking of Radhu's
keyboard the only sound disturbing the quiet. The three musketeers,
that's what Jenn called them. One for all, and all for one, and all
that.

"What about you, Serena? How was your break? I mean, we barely saw you
before we left. Just long enough to learn that you were okay and that
you had found Marjorie. Now you can give us the details, right?"

The search for Marjorie Duquesne. That quest had kept Serena going
through most of the fall semester. A photographer at the Darnell
Daily, she had been Serena's colleague and friend. In September, she
had broken up with her boyfriend and disappeared, only to resurface at
random intervals doing rather atypical things such as stripping at the
local club and presumably prostituting herself all over town. Serena
had asked Daniel and Radhu to help her in her investigation, and
together they had managed to track down a man nicknamed Snowman that
seemed in charge of her, or at least, seemed to be often present when
Marjorie was. Serena had told the right before Winter Break that she
had managed to find Marjorie after speaking with that Snowman fellow,
but she had not gone into details.

"Did you read my Daily article?" asked Serena.

"The one about the couple of head honchos from the New American Deal
Association being arrested for running a prostitution ring?" Daniel
looked at Radhu from the corner of his eyes, spying a reaction. It was
at a NADA party the previous semester, when he and Radhu were looking
for Marjorie on a tip that she would be there, that Radhu had come
within breathing distance of being viciously castrated. But Radhu
barely reacted to the mention of the group, at most blinking. Not a
good sign, thought Daniel.

Serena shot Radhu a quick look as well, undoubtedly having had the
same thought. "All right. The short version: I met with this guy
called Snowman, who told me he was indeed Marjorie's pimp of a sort,
and he was willing to trade some information in exchange for anonymity
and making sure he could disappear without trouble. Seems he had
gotten in trouble with some local gangbangers and he wanted out. So I
agreed, and he took me to this basement in an abandoned home down in
the South Side, where they kept Marjorie, pretty much drugged out of
her mind. We managed to get her out of there, and we also grabbed a
bunch of documents outlining NADA's operation. Turns out they had a
little side business abducting girls, hooking them up on drugs, then
turning them out as prostitutes. They usually went for low-key girls,
the loners, the easily missed and easily forgotten. Marjorie was an
exception -- she had helped me with an article for the Darnell Daily a
couple of years back, and they basically wanted revenge. Had they not
been caught, they probably would have come after me next. Anyways,
with the stuff we found, there was enough to arrest a couple of high
officers of NADA, and meanwhile Marjorie is safe and recovering nicely
in a small sanatorium down near where her family lives. She's on a
leave of absence from the university, so she's not going to be back
for a long while. She's pretty messed. After that, I went down to
decompress at my parents. They say hi, by the way."

"Wow!" said Daniel. "That's pretty heavy. So much for nothing ever
happening in small New England towns."

"Actually," said Radhu, "various statistics suggest that
agglomerations with a population of fewer than a hundred thousand
inhabitants have a significantly higher degree of non-violent crime
than larger cities."

Daniel shook his head. "Okay... good to know, I guess. So, what about
Delta Iota Kappa, then? They came up at every turn of the
investigation."

Serena shrugged. "Red herring. They had nothing to do with
anything. They were actually very happy to have their name
cleared. Turns out that fraternities are pretty sensitive about
negative publicity these days."

Daniel nodded to Serena's left wrist. "And the bracelet?"

Serena lifted her arm, the silver charms bracelet adorning her wrist
catching the light, the three charms spelling out the Greek letters
Delta, Iota, and Kappa. "Pretty, ain't it? That was the frat's way of
saying thank you. I think it's funny more than anything else,
frankly. But I've grown to like it."

Daniel recognized the bracelet. Marjorie had one like that, as did
Cindy, one of his friends. Cindy said it marked a girl as a dick
girl. She had described it a program sponsored by the Delta Iota Kappa
fraternity to recognize the smart and beautiful women on campus by
giving them a small scholarship and donating money in their name to
charity, as well as extending privileged access to all Delta Iota
Kappa events -- including the famously exclusive Spring Bash at the
end of the school year. The program seemed shrouded in a veil of
secrecy, and only Cindy had ever mentioned anything about it. What
made Daniel uncomfortable was that Marjorie had worn such a bracelet,
as did every member of the serving staff at that ill-fated NADA party
-- which had included its fair share of oddities before its horrific
conclusion. And now, Serena sported one as well.

He stared at Serena for a bit longer than necessary. She lifted her
eyebrows. "What?"

"Nothing. Just... Well, are you sure it's a good idea? I mean, maybe
everyone's been a bit quick to dismiss the frat. They did seem to come
up often during your investigation. Plus, well, there's that whole
dick girl business, right?"

"Bah, it was all just an unlucky string of coincidences for them. And
the dick girls, well, that's just a bunch of hogwash."

"Right, cause that's what they told you, didn't they? And
coincidences? You're going to let it go at that?"

"What choice do I have? What would like me to do, keep on
investigating something that's already solved? That'd be silly."

No, thought Daniel, that'd be something that you'd do. Something was
wrong here, he did not quite know what. But before he could question
her further, Serena looked at her watch, then jerked upright.

"Shit, gotta go. I have a meeting with the editor-in-chief. Talk to
you guys later?" She smoothed down her skirt.

Daniel nodded. "Sure. By the way, you look nice, Ser."

She smiled, did a little pirouette, showing off the tight short -- but
very professional -- beige pencil skirt she wore, which contrasted
perfectly with the black girl's mocha skin. With a pair of tall suede
boots that drew the eye, Daniel suspected that his friend would
distract many a reporter at the school paper. It was certainly
distracting Radhu, who was trying very hard not to stare too hard at
her legs and the shape of her rear in the skirt. It was of course an
open secret that Radhu had a massive crush on Serena, but had always
been way too shy to do anything about it. He mostly did the unrequited
love thing, from afar.

As if on cue, Serena stepped up to Radhu and gave him a kiss on the
cheek. "Take care of yourself, my little recluse. And do try to catch
some air. I have no idea how you're going to give up that cherry of
yours if you're not out there mingling."

Daniel saw the flash of longing in his Indian friend's eyes, but it
was quickly masked. "That is one argument for the continued existence
of adult online services."

Serena smiled, patted him on the shoulder. "Until they shut down
Craiglist, dear. Better move quickly."

Waving to Daniel, she trotted out the front door, with Radhu staring
at her perfect body the whole way.

"I still say you should talk to her," said Daniel, settling back into
the couch.

"Daniel, the moment is ill-chosen for this particular topic of
conversation, so I would be pleased if you could elect not to pursue
it."

Daniel shrugged in his best innocent manner, then pointed at the
computer. "Fine. You got any game we could while away the time with on
that box?"

Radhu grinned like a little boy.


				* * *


Two hours later, Daniel was walking back to his and Jenn's
apartment. Walking in the unseasonably warm weather of late January --
he only had a light jacket on, and it was already too much -- he felt
happy.. Exhausted after a long day, but happy. Granted, one of his
closest friends no longer ventured outside of his apartment, and his
other closest friend, well, it was impossible to tell whether she was
okay. In all outward appearances, she was her usual self, but there
was an undefinable feeling that she was more -- distant? Not
quite. Perhaps it was just the strange events of the previous semester
that were warping his perspective, he reflected.

But besides that, everything was good. He and Jenn were on track to
graduate, they both had positions lined up for the fall -- Jenn with a
writing scholarship at UT Austin, and him near Austin working for a
politically-engaged nonprofit -- and of course they were now
engaged. He had found the perfect girl, and he had staked his
claim. Jennifer Hansen. Or was it her who had staked her claim? He did
not know, did not care. When he had met her two years earlier, he had
been taken by the smart, warm, and charming English student with the
body of a goddess toned by years of dancing.

He unlocked the door to their apartment, and made his way inside. It
was a good-sized unit, the second floor of a small two-story house
whose ground floor almost counted as a half-basement, nestled as it
was in the side of a small hill. Despite his initial nervousness about
living with his girlfriend, it was going extremely well. Which boded
well for their future. Of course, he had been teased mercilessly by
his friends, who insisted that he would soon be a pussy-whipped
domesticated boyfriend, but it was at worst good-natured
ribbing. Everybody liked Jenn.

He climbed up the half-dozen steps that led to the living room, way
too large for the size of the apartment, but that both he and Jenn had
found was one of the main features of the place. The sun was streaming
through several windows that made it one of the brightest rooms that
Daniel had ever seen. Jenn's laptop was on the coffee table, its
screensaver rotating a shifting pattern on the screen. She must have
forgotten to put it to sleep, he thought. He sat on the couch, the
full weight of the day settling on his shoulders. Beginning of
semesters were always tiring, with all the shopping around for
classes, all the running around getting material for said classes, and
setting up schedules for study groups. He grabbed the laptop, opened a
web browser, and caught up with world news. Nothing particularly
interesting was happening. After ten minutes, he was half-lying in the
couch, supported on an elbow. After fifteen minutes, he was lying down
completely, sleeping, the laptop down on the floor,

Daniel dreamt. He was wandering in a large house, full of people, and
he recognized it as the NADA house, where he and Radhu had gone last
semester to find Marjorie. Radhu was not there with him. He was
alone. There was a party going on, full swing. People dancing,
jostling, kissing. Everyone was in costume, their faces covered with
everything from simple cardboard cutouts held with strings to
elaborate quasi-Venetian masks. Bikini-clad girls on stilts were
walking around serving drinks in impossibly long glasses, strings
dangling from their wrists and trailing on the floor. Dwarves were
following them, once in a while picking up a string and tugging, the
girl at the end of the string turning in one direction or
another. Some people he almost recognized -- he saw a girl that looked
like Cindy, a girl he knew from class, her bikini leaving very little
to the imagination, with a parrot on her shoulder that kept swiveling
its head around to look at everyone in the vicinity. It saw Daniel,
and stared at him. It freaked Daniel out. The buzz of the people was
getting louder. The music was thumping in the background, a low drone
that shook his bones. And he could discern, underneath the noise, an
odd repetitive sound that reminded him of something, but he could not
replace it. But it was making him anxious. Daniel continued walking,
trying to move away from the sound -- or towards it? -- but the throng
of people was becoming denser. He had to use his elbows to push people
out of the way. He was starting to feel claustrophobic, his heart
racing. He came to a door. He opened it.

He was in a large empty room, with a couch. In the couch, two girls,
locked in a tight embrace, their hands roaming each other's
bodies. The music was more muted here. He approached the couch. He
recognized the girls -- Jenn and Serena, currently kissing
passionately, Jenn's white skin contrasting beautifully with Serena's
mocha tones. They were wet, drops of water glistening on their
skin. Daniel watched, entranced. The two girls were rubbing their
breasts together as they kissed, and Jenn was slowly humping the black
girl's thigh. After a while they move apart and stood up, Jenn turning
around and walking slowly towards the back of the room, away from
Daniel, who watched her naked backside recede away in the
distance. Meanwhile, Serena was gesturing with a finger for him to
approach. He did, his eyes trailing down to her large and fully
exposed breasts. When he was close she pulled him in and kissed him,
and those breasts pressed into his chest. She tasted like Jenn.

She pointed to the couch, asking him to lie down. He did, and she sat
on the edge of the couch, her hands running down his body, pressing on
his hard cock through his pants. He wanted her to unbutton them,
pulled them down, wrap her hand around his cock, then her mouth. He
wanted to speak, found he could not. Serena put a finger to her lips,
shushing him. Then she lifted her finger in the air, touching it to
her ear, asking him to listen. He did. The odd repetitive sound from
earlier was still there, louder, making his breath catch. He hated
that sound. He did not know what it was, but he knew he hated
it. Serena ran her hand on his face, caressing softly, then gently
closed his eyelids. He let her do so. The world went black.

The repetitive sound was still there in the background, and when
Daniel opened his eyes again, he was back in his living room. Serena
was gone. The music from the party was gone. There was only an eerie
silence, punctuated by that sound. It seemed to come from further down
the apartment. It was louder now. He knew this sound. He had heard it
before. And it filled him with an unnamed dread. Time seemed to slow.
A cold sweat started down his back. He walked -- floated? drifted? --
down the hallway, to the bedroom door. Every fiber of his body was
screaming to run, to hide, to flee. His vision narrowed, his heart
raced, his head ached. The bedroom door was ajar.

Jenn was there, but not alone. The large young man standing before her
was Biff, a jock from the Delta Iota Kappa fraternity, and not one of
the smartest ones either. Daniel had met Biff the previous semester,
and had disliked the loud and loutish frat boy who had ogled his
girlfriend right in front of him. When Biff later threatened to
practically rape her, dislike had given way to hostility.

And he was standing by the bed now, his back mostly to the door, head
thrown back, naked from the waist down. And Jenn, lovely Jenn, smart
Jenn, funny Jenn, was kneeling in front of him, and was busy sucking
his cock, her eyes closed. Her long dark hair was wet, and she was
naked but for a short white tee shirt she sometimes wore when she had
just showered. Her long legs, whose soft skin Daniel had caressed and
rubbed his face against so many times, were folded underneath her. She
had a slow and steady rhythm going, Biff's large cock sliding
effortlessly through Jenn's full red lips. Her cheeks sank in as she
sucked the hard shaft on the way down, and back out again. Biff was
grunting, stroking Jenn's hair with a meaty hand. Jenn's right hand
was slowly jacking him off, in counterpoint with her sucking. And the
sound, the repetitive sound he had heard, the sound of her rhythmic
sucking, distorted through the half-open door, was unmistakable now.

Daniel was paralyzed. In his mind's eye, he was bursting through the
door, pulling Biff away from his girl, drop-kicking him, choking the
life out of him. But instead, his body gave way, his vision blacked
out, his heart pounded his chest. He stepped back, leaned against the
wall of the hallway. He had difficulty breathing. He slid down to the
ground. He was seeing through a tunnel now, a long tunnel, the bedroom
so far away. He was hearing through cotton in his ears. The world was
closing in on him, like earlier in the party house, except there were
no people around, just sound, that sucking sound. His head was
pounding, blooding rushing in his ears. He was feeling an old terror,
a fear of something unseen, untold, unknown.

In the bedroom, neither Jenn nor Biff noticed anything. "Fuck, you're
fucking good at this, doll," groaned Biff. "You gotta have sucked a
lot of cock in your life."

Jenn looked up with bright blue eyes, and let Biff's cock slide out of
her mouth. "Depends, big guy," she said, her voice low and
seductive. "You want me to have sucked lots of cocks? You like the
thought of me with dicks in my mouth? Who do you think I am?"

"You're a natural, that's who you are. Betcha anything you've been
blowing your boyfriends since you were way high. Fuck, you look like
you belong with a cock down your throat. They probably passed you
around at parties too, like a pocket pussy, you fucking slut!"

Jenn did not respond, instead dove her mouth back onto Biff's cock and
slurped down the large shaft. She sucked hard, with long deep strokes,
and Biff was growing agitated and starting to lose control.

"Fuck, I won't be able to keep it up much longer! Ugh, fuck, fuck,
you're so fucking good, so fucking great... Such a nice fucking mouth
-- Fuck yeah! Ugh!"

Biff punctuated that last groan by grabbing Jenn's head with both
hands and ramming his cock deep in her mouth. Surprised, Jenn gagged
loudly, and the big cock disappeared almost completely into her mouth,
her throat bulging, tears streaming down her face.

"Fuck yeah, take it all, you little slut, little cocksucking slut..."

Biff pulled his cock out, letting Jenn gasp a breath, spittle running
down the side of her mouth, a long strand stretched from her lips to
the tip of the large cock. Biff rammed his cock in again, deeper, all
the way down her throat, smashing Jenn's nose in the big gut that hung
above his cock.

"Yeah, take it all, take all of my cock in your whore mouth. Gag on
it, you cunt, you cocksucking little cunt. Not so high and mighty with
a hard cock stuck down your throat, are you? Take this, this, this,
this! Huh! Huh!"

Biff was relentlessly fucking Jenn's mouth, slapping away her hands
when she tried to keep him from going in too deep. Every time his cock
bottomed out, Jenn gagged, loudly. The slapping of Jenn's forehead
against the big gut was almost hypnotic. Daniel watched it all,
helpless, through a haze, his breath short, his hands clenched into
fists.

"Fuck yeah, I'm gonna come, gonna come, gonna come on this fucking
face of yours! Wanna big load of cream on your face, huh? Wanna drown
in cum! Here it comes -- here it comes... Deeper! Deeper! Fuck! Huh!"

He rammed his cock one last time down Jenn's throat, pushing harder,
grinding his hips into her face, then pulled it out and started
spurting thick, ropy semen all over Jenn's hair, forehead, eyes, and
nose. The cum started immediately slowly dripping down her face.

Jenn smiled and looked up at Biff. "You like spurting all over my
face, big guy? You like seeing a helpless girl drenched in your cum?
Does it turn you on? It's the ultimate power trip, ain't it? Well,
that and when she cleans it all up, of course..." and she raised a
hand to her face, scooping up the semen that was threatening to
trickle onto her tee shirt and licking it up slowly, making a
production of swallowing the cum loudly. "You like it when I swallow
your cum, big guy?"

"Fuck yeah -- it's fucking great!" Biff laughed, catching his
breath. He was looking at her playing with the cum on her face, and he
smirked. Suddenly he grabbed Jenn by the hair, forcing her head
up. "Listen to me, bitch. Now you're going to clean me up, get me hard
again, then you're going to get down on all four, and then you're
gonna beg me to fuck you."

Looking up at him with a naughty smile, Jenn nodded, the notion
hampered by the tight grip the big man had on her scalp. "You gonna
fuck me hard, big guy? I want you to shove that baseball bat so far in
my cunt that it comes out of my mouth. You think you can do that? You
think you can fuck me hard enough?"

"Ha! We're gonna have a lot of fun together, you and I. Before you
start, take off that shirt. I wanna see your tits."

Biff let Jenn go, and in one smooth movement she wiggled out of her
tee shirt and pulled it up over her head, sending her uncovered
breasts quivering. She was left kneeling on the bed wearing only a
small pair of panties.

"Fuck me -- look at those!" Biff reached out with a hand and grabbed
one of her breasts, kneading it roughly, squeezing it hard. "Feels
nice. Turning out better and better. I'm gonna keep you for a long
time, you know that? You're gonna be my little private whore." He
gripped harder. Jenn merely moaned in response, her eyes closed, her
hand reaching up to press Biff's hand harder against her breast.

"Okay, go on, clean me up, get me hard again. I want to stick my cock
up your cunt."

Jenn bent down, and proceeded to lick and nibble thoroughly on the
semi-flaccid member before her. She did the job slowly, lovingly,
worshipping the half-erect member with skill and attention. Biff kept
a hand on her breast, kneading it continuously. When his cock regained
some of its former hardness, Jenn took the head in her mouth and
sucked on it softly, running one of her hands up and down the exposed
shaft.

At that moment Biff's cell phone rang. He gave it an angry look that
quickly turned into a frown once he saw the caller. He sighed, then
picked up.

"Yeah, Biff. -- When? -- You sure? I mean... -- No, no, it's okay. --
Yeah, I'll be there. -- Relax, Kev, I'm telling you, I'll be there. --
Yeah, I'm leaving now. Fuck, what's your problem today?" He hung up
and tossed the phone down on the bed. "Fuckin' shit," he growled under
his breath. "Fuck you, Kev."

Jenn had not stopped her ministrations during the exchange, and was
now taking Biff's cock in and out of her mouth in a regular and
pleasurable motion. Biff looked at her working silently, his hips
swaying slightly forward and back, probably unconsciously. Then he
grunted and picked up his phone again. He thumbed it for a few
seconds, making a call.

"Yo, Bernie, my man! How's it hangin'? -- Yeah, relax, I just have a
few questions for you. You know the special job I asked you to do a
few days back? -- Yeah, yeah, it's all good. She's here choking on my
cock right now in fact. Nice bitch, ain't she? Look, you now I wanted
this permanent, right? How did you call that shit? -- Yeah, that's
right, deep programming. Whatever. Remind me how it works. -- Fuck
yeah I want it, what do you think? -- Fuck, like I care! Go on. --
Okay. -- Right. -- Repeat how many times? -- Right. -- Okay. That's
it? Simple enough. Right, an idiot could do it. Okay, bye."

He hung up, and looked down at Jenn. He let her suck him off a minute
longer, thrusting a few times into her mouth and making her gag before
telling her to stop. His cock was back to being hard, and he
groaned. "Shit -- now look at that. How... Fuck you Kevin. All
right. Look at me, doll. Look at me. Look at me in the eyes." Jenn
obeyed. "I am you dick master." Jenn's eyes glanced at the fraternity
ring on Biff's finger then stiffened noticeably, and her body went
limp, her head and limbs hanging like a puppet whose strings had been
snipped. She remained kneeling.

"Can you hear me?" asked Biff.

"I can hear you, master." Her voice held no inflection, no
emotion. She sounded like a bad actor in a bad hypnosis movie of old.

"I am your dick master," said Biff. "Repeat after me. You will hear
what I say and what you hear will be your thoughts." Biff sounded like
he was reciting a learned lesson, articulating every syllable
carefully.

"I will hear what you say and what I hear will be my thoughts."

"I control you, your thoughts, your emotions."

"You control me, my thoughts, my emotions."

"You will do what I tell you to do because I control you, your
thoughts, your emotions."

"I will do what you tell me to do because you control me, my thoughts,
my emotions."

"You will obey my commands because I control you, your thoughts, your
emotions."

"I will obey your commands because you control me, my thoughts, my
emotions."

"You will remember my instructions because I control you, your
thoughts, your emotions."

"I will remember your instructions because you control me, my
thoughts, my emotions."

"Mine are the only instructions you will obey because I control you,
your thoughts, your emotions."

"Yours are the only instructions I will obey because you control me,
my thoughts, my emotions."

"I am your master."

"You are my master."

"I am your only master."

"You are my only master."

"I am your god."

"You are my god."

Biff paused, looking at Jenn, then he grinned like a mean little kid.

"You love doing what I tell you."

"I love doing what you tell me."

"Doing what I tell you makes you hot."

"Doing what you tell me makes me hot."

"You are my little slut."

"I am your little slut."

"You are my kinky little slut."

"I am your kinky little slut."

Biff stopped again, his hand going to his cock, and he stroked it a
few times. Jenn remained limp before him.

"God, I'd like to fuck you right now."

"God, you'd like to fuck me right now."

"What the -- No, you stupid bitch! Never mind. Fuck, I gotta go."

Biff went to pick up his pants, his cock bobbing before him, and
pulled them on, talking to Jenn all the while.

"Listen. Don't repeat, just listen to my instructions. Tomorrow, I'll
call you, and you'll answer the phone, and then you'll come an
meet. I'll tell you when and where tomorrow. I want you to wear
something sexy, all right? Something slutty, something that shows off
those sexy legs of yours, and those tits too -- something with
cleavage, okay? You got any hooker boots, or slut heels, or
something?"

"I do, master" responded Jenn.

"Good, wear them. I want you dressed so that any boy that sees you
will cream his pants on the spot, okay? And. when I leave, I want you
to forget any of this happened. You've had a quiet afternoon reading
or knitting or whatever the fuck you do, okay?"

"Yes, master" responded Jenn.

"Tomorrow, we'll work on your attitude, and start your new life. I
like you feisty, so we'll make sure we keep that. We'll some help from
my friend Bernie, okay? Prepare to be fucked silly, doll."

Jenn seemed to come out of her torpor at that, and looked up at Biff
with a hungry expression on her face. "Please? You're going to fuck
me?"

Biff grinned. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard that you won't walk for a
week, doll. Promised." He looked at her a moment longer, clearly
debating whether to fulfill that promise there on the spot, but then
shook his head. "I'd fuck you right now if I didn't have to fuckin'
run."

Daniel's heart was still racing, his head still pounding, his body
still not responding. He wanted the scene to shift, the dream to
become something else, something better. Some remnant of a survival
instinct kicked in, recognizing that if Biff were to see him in this
state, Biff could beat him badly and there was no way he could defend
himself. He felt that old terror, that fear for his life, and he
struggled to crawl to the kitchen, turning the hallway corner as fast
as he could with his unresponsive body. It exhausted him. He collapsed
on the cold tile floor of the kitchen, feeling like he was dying.

Biff did emerge from the bedroom. "You know what?" he said, "I want
you to fuck your boyfriend tonight. You'll be a horny little
girlfriend, the horniest you've ever been with him, or anyone. And
make it good, real good. You'll offer to do anything he wants, then
you'll do it. No matter what it is. You'll be a good little submissive
girlfriend. Give him the best. It's going to be the last time you're
with him, so might as well let him go with style, right? Give him a
reason to regret you afterwards. Hey, I can be magnamous."

"Magnanimous," corrected Jenn.

Biff frowned. "One thing we're gonna take of tomorrow is that
smart-ass mouth of yours. Don't need no brain to suck cock. We'll turn
you into a pretty little bimbo good only for sex. A little piece of
arm candy, that's what you'll be."

Daniel heard Biff leave the bedroom and then the apartment. He could
not move -- his heartbeat was thumping in his ears. Was he having a
heart attack? He needed help. He tried to scream, but no sound came
out. He heard Jenn in the bathroom, turning on the shower.

He needed help. He needed to get away. He needed to run. He
crawled. He was sweating. The tiles were cold. Then the ground became
soft, and he was gripping something, and trying to pull himself
up. The phone. Reach the phone.

The world went black again.


				* * *


Daniel woke up on the couch, feeling groggy, tired, and stiff. It was
almost completely dark. For a few breathless seconds, he was
disoriented, as he was wont to be when he slept in the afternoon -- he
would wake up and have no idea where he was and what time it was. Then
he recognized his living room. Through the windows he could see it was
dark out. He heard noise, someone moving.

"Love?" he said out loud.

"Hey lover! I'm in the kitchen," came the reply.

Jenn was stirring some basil and tomatoes into a pot on the
stove. "Hope you're hungry. I was starving, so I figured I'd get a
jump on dinner. Hold on a sec..."

She worked some magic with spices, then swiveled around to hug
him. "There, now we're free for a while. So, how was your nap?"

"Okay, I guess. Had the weirdest dreams --"

Wrapping her arms around Daniel's neck, she pulled him close for a
kiss. He hesitated -- a dream-memory clamored for attention, in which
she had her lips stretched around a large cock. But she smelled
freshly showered, her hair still damp, long white tee-shirt hiding her
lean body. She had on a tight pair of yoga pants that did nothing to
hide the shape of her legs. Unbidden, one of Daniel's hands trailed
down her back, and Jenn pulled herself up tighter against him, and her
mouth found his, kissing him hard, lips parting, tongue darting to
seek his. Her breath was minty. He melted into the kiss, as he always
did.

"When... when did I fall asleep?"

"I don't know. When I got out of the shower earlier, I found you on
the couch, dead to the world. Scared the shit out of me, too. I didn't
hear you come in. You looked like you just collapsed there. I figured
you needed to rest, so I let you be. Should I have woken you up?"

"No, it's okay. I guess I was pretty bushed. I barely remember
anything. I spent the day setting up study groups and workshops for
the semester. And I did drop by Radhu's mid afternoon."

"How's he doing, the poor boy?"

"Seems to be getting worse, if you ask me. Hasn't left his room for
two weeks. So I hung out with him some. Then I came back here. And I
guess I fell asleep on the couch."

"Too bad I missed you coming in. I'v been feeling real horny all day
-- I would have eaten you up whole." She gave Daniel a quick kiss on
the cheek. "But now you'll have to wait, 'cause while I'm still
hungry, it's for food this time." She paused for a second, then kissed
him lightly on the lips. She paused again, then kissed him harder, her
lips parting, tongue sliding over his. She left him panting. "A
preview," she said, smiling, before turning back to attend to the
dinner.

Dinner was a strange affair for Daniel. The food was excellent, but he
could not appreciate it. He was still dazed from sleep. Jenn noticed
but after asking him what was wrong and getting an elusive wave of the
hand, she shrugged and talked about her afternoon's writing
assignment. Daniel listened with one ear.

After they had finished and he had settled down with a coffee, Jenn
excused herself. He sat in the living room, trying to lose himself in
a book, but his mind kept going back to his dreams. Memories were
coming back to him, more and more vivid, unlike any dreams he had ever
had before. His heart raced as he remembered, his breath becoming
shallower. Now that he was awake, he recognized the symptoms. He was
terrified. But of what?

"I hope you're not doing anything too interesting right now, lover."

"Huh?" Daniel turned his head towards Jenn, who entered the living
room wearing a long silk bathrobe. Her hair was brushed out fully and
she looked beautiful. He noticed with interest that she was sporting a
pair of white high heels. She walked up in front of him, stopped, and
posed, her hip cocked to the side.

"You know how tradition tells us it's bad luck for a groom to see the
bride's dress before the wedding?"

"Yes..." Was she wearing lipstick?

"There's nothing against the groom seeing the bride's lingerie before
the wedding, though, right?"

Her smile was wicked when she unfastened her robe and let it drop off
her shoulders to pool at her feet, unveiling her perfect body wrapped
in a white corset that held up her breasts without actually covering
them, leaving the nipples hard and red. The bottom of the corset was
at her waist, to which garters were attached that held up a pair of
white sheer stockings. Lacy wristbands, a garter, and the white pair
of four-inch stilettos completed the ensemble. No panties. Daniel was
shocked to see that Jenn was shaved, and her pussy lips looked redder
and puffier than he ever remembered them being. She posed for a good
half-minute, thrusting her chest out and holding up her breasts with
her hands as if present them to him, while Daniel gawked like a
schoolboy.

Jenn seemed utterly proud of her effect. She took three cat-like long
steps towards him, swaying her hips on every step. She knelt on the
couch straddling him, pressed her crotch down on his, and leaned over
to kiss him hard on the lips. He did not resist. Her tongue in his
mouth made him forget any specific thread of thought. She pressed
herself against him, and he felt her breasts against his chest, her
crotch against his cock rubbing up and down as she shifted her
hips. He could feel her wetness through his pants.

The kiss lasted a long time, her tongue exploring his mouth, drinking
him in, sucking him up. When she straightened up, she grabbed his
hands and brought them up to her breasts and pressed them there, and
he let himself be so guided. Jenn closed her eyes and moaned, her ass
moving harder on his lap.

"Fuck, I'm so fucking horny right now. I don't know what's wrong with
me. And..." She looked at Daniel, a twinkle in her eyes, "I think
you're getting there too, if that hard thing in my ass says
anything. You like your fiancee's wedding lingerie? It's white and
virginal, the way it's supposed to be. It's kindda like I'm all
innocent, right? Waiting for you to ravish me and teach me all about
the wickedness of the flesh?"

"Yes... it's very nice."

"Nice? Come on, you can do better than that! I spend a full afternoon
trying out every piece of lingerie at three different stores, getting
the salesgirls to give their opinion on every single piece I trotted
out." She leaned over to whisper in his ear. "Don't get too excited,
but I also got some random kid in the mall to come and give his
opinion too -- you know, to get some male perspective? To make sure
I'd get something to really turn you on? That poor boy got his own
sexy lingerie fashion show. And believe me, some of the stuff was
pretty revealing. I bet you anything he's home right now jacking off
thinking about me."

It was a game they played often. Jenn had discovered early in their
relationships that Daniel liked to hear her spinning yarns during sex
with scenarios involving her and sometimes other people, men or
women. And she was good at it, blessed with a fertile imagination and
essentially no shame. Daniel half expected her to continue with a tale
about that random boy from the mall and her, going at it in some
changing room in Victoria's Secret, but Jenn went a different way.

She kissed him again, and before he could catch his breath she looked
him in the eyes. "I'm so horny I don't know what I'm doing right
now. I'm going to give you a treat tonight, lover. Look at
me. Tonight, I want you to do anything you want to me. Anything. No
limits. I'm all yours to do with as you please." Seeing Daniel's
quizzical expression, she smiled, and leaned over again to
whisper. "Is there anything you want me to do? Anything you've been
too shy or to ashamed to ask for? Tonight, just do it. Don't bother
asking, just do it. Do me. However you want. Whatever you want. Stuff
you've seen in pornos, stuff you've read about, it's all good. I won't
judge, won't complain, won't stop you. I'll be your little fuck doll
tonight, lover, fulfilling every sick and depraved fantasy you may
have --"

"Jenn, please..."

"Anything at all," she whispered, before thrusting her tongue in his
ear, licking it delicately, and sending shivers down his spine. "You
can humiliate me if you want, spank me, whip me. I'm sure we can find
something to tie me down with if you want, and something to gag me
with if you think I'll scream too much. Whatever you want, lover, I'm
all yours."

"Jenn, what are you doing?"

"I don't know. I just feel -- we've done some pretty kinky things last
semester, no?" Daniel nodded, remembering the games they had played in
the fall. "Well, I think I liked it, a lot, and tonight, well, I just
feel like submitting, like being passive, compliant, docile. Don't you
want a docile little girlfriend who will satisfy your every twisted
desire? It makes me wet just thinking about it. So I'm offering you,
once again: do anything you want to me. Nothing's too dirty tonight."
She rubbed her whole body against his, wiggling on his lap.

Daniel's senses were overloaded. He remembered Biff say, in his dream,
that Jenn was to fuck him tonight, and to offer to let him do whatever
he wanted. Just like she was doing right now, and doing it to the best
of her abilities.

"Jenn, this isn't such a good idea --"

"Nonsense. You love the idea. I can feel your cock throbbing right
under my cunt. I can't wait for you to shove it up deep inside and to
fuck me hard. I'm shivering just thinking about it." She
groaned. "Unless you want something else. Let's see. You remember my
friend Tannaka, the tall Asian girl? The one that I made out with at
the Tropicana a few months back? Betcha anything that I could call her
up right now and invite her over and we could fuck each other's brains
out. How about it? Would you like a little lezzie show? Would that get
you off?  Can you imagine us, down on the floor in a sixty-nine,
sucking each other's cunts, her long legs wrapped around my head, my
legs wrapped around hers. Then you could come and fuck me hard from
behind while I've got my tongue deep in her twat. Fuck, just thinking
about it is making me hot."

"Jenn," he had to ask, do something, anything, "huh, did you see Biff
lately?"

"Who's Biff?"

"Biff, from the Delta Iota Kappa frat. Big guy --"

"Biff? Big, ugly, smelly Biff? The guy that threatened to rape me last
semester? No. Haven't seen him since then. And good riddance
too. Why?"

"I've... Look, I've heard from some people that they saw you
together..."

Jenn straightened up, a frown on her face. "What? I don't know who
told you what, but there's no way I'd let that asshole anywhere near
me, not after last time."

"Are you sure?"

"What kind of question is that?" She was getting angry, and Daniel
knew his fiancee enough to recognize that the anger was genuine. "Of
course I'm sure. Why would I seek out that... that Neanderthal? Who
probably can't even spell his own name?"

"Love, I'm sorry --"

"I mean, it's not like this is --" She stopped. A quizzical expression
on her face, she tilted her head and looked at Daniel. Then a smile
spread on her lips, and she ground her ass back onto his lap and
kissed him again, rubbing her breasts onto his chest. She went back to
whisper in his ear when she freed his mouth.

"I'm so sorry, lover, I didn't see what you were doing there. I though
you were serious. But if that's the game you want to play, I'm in. But
I want you to know, you're a sick, sick, sick puppy. Still, I
promised, didn't I? Let's see, I've got to make this good. Close your
eyes."

Daniel was confused, but closed his eyes nonetheless. This
conversation, as far as conversations went, was not headed where he
thought it would be headed.

"Hold on -- how do you want it? Nice and romantic, or hot and nasty?"
Before Daniel could answer that he had no idea what she thought he
wanted but that what he really wanted was to talk seriously, somehow,
about the scene he had witnessed earlier today -- which still felt
rather unreal to him -- Jenn chuckled softly. "What am I saying? You
want Biff, so you must want it hot and nasty. All right, picture
this," she said. "It's our wedding, right? Before the ceremony, at the
little church we've been thinking about. Everyone's already there,
already installed, waiting patiently in the pews. You're there too,
waiting with the minister by the altar. You're wonderfully patient as
you always are. And I'm still in the little room by the sacristy,
getting mentally ready. I'm alone. I'm staring out the small window
into the green churchyard. I've got my wedding dress on, trailing all
the way down to the floor, with just enough of a cleavage to, you
know, remind the male guests that you are one lucky boy. You jokingly
call it my Surrendering to Patriarchal Hegemony move. I call it my
Teasing Old Geezers move. All is perfect. I'm getting ready to go and
enter the church. No one's walking me down the aisle. No one's giving
anyone away at our wedding, certainly not my deadbeat elusive father.

"Suddenly the door opens, and I jump because I'm worried it's you and
of course you're not supposed to see the bride before the wedding. But
no, it's Biff! He's wearing a suit, and it's so incongruous that I
almost laugh. He looks like a dressed-up gorilla. The chuckle dies in
my throat. What is he doing here? He's got this snarky smile on his
face. I wonder how long people will take to get here if I scream, but
he seems to read my mind. 'You say one word too loud, doll, and you'll
be in even more trouble than you already are. Listen: you can only
speak softly, at a normal conversational volume.'

"'Get out of here, right now.' I try to shout, but it comes out soft,
and I'm shocked. I try again, "Help!' But again, it comes out as a
soft comment.

"Biff laughs. 'You should see you face! Fuckin' hilarious!' When he
calms down, he locks the door, then tells me, 'Listen: don't move.'
And just like that, I find myself incapable of moving a muscle. I can
still breathe and blink, but it's like my body is cut off from my
mind. Biff steps closer to me, runs his big hand over my hair, my
face, lingers over my lips. I want to bite him or something, but can't
move. 'You know the water you asked for fifteen minutes ago? I kindda
added some shit to it, some shit that ensures that you have to do what
I tell you to do. Good shit too, expensive. Hard to find. But very
effective. Makes it so that the first person you see after you drink
it you have to obey.' He leans over and hisses in my ear, 'you have to
obey forever!' And he laughs again, this time sounding like a child
that got exactly what he wanted for Christmas. I'm surprised he's not
jumping around clapping his hands. I'm scared, because I don't
understand what he's talking about, all I know is that he told me I
couldn't shout and I couldn't move and my body seems to be obeying
him. The thought of being at that asshole's mercy is impossible to
comprehend.

"He steps back in front of me, a full head taller than I am, twice as
wide, and he grins. 'Remember what I told you that day, that I'd get
to know all the nooks and crannies of this perfect little body of
yours? And that you'd beg me with your legs spread wide to stretch out
that little cunt of yours? That you'd be my slut? And that you'd love
every second of it? Guess what?' He hisses in my ear again. 'It's
happening, right here, right now...'"

Jenn looked to see the effect her tale had on Daniel. He was
shocked. She seemed to misunderstand the look, because she grinned,
and rubbed herself against his cock, still rock hard in his pants,
completely unaffected by the turmoil scrambling his mind. Her nipples
were hard and red, her breasts swollen, her face flushed. She was
turned on by her own tale. Daniel was confused, unable to distinguish
dreams from reality, tales from events, stories from facts, and he
simply went on automatic.  After all, his beautiful fiancee was on his
lap, looking as sexy as she ever looked. He reached around and grabbed
her cheeks. Jenn moaned, a throaty sound that made his cock jerk. She
pressed her forehead down on his shoulder and enjoyed the attention he
was giving her ass. Then she resumed her tale.

"Biff looks me over like I'm a piece of meat. 'Fuck you're a
good-looking bitch,' he says. 'I'm gonna have a lot of fun with
you. Listen: when I say go, you'll be able to move again. And then
you'll give me a hot little striptease, dancing out of that wedding
dress of yours. And as you dance, you'll get turned on, and you'll get
hotter and hotter with every move you make until your cunt's burning
up and you're ready to hump anything. You'll try to get off, but you
won't be able to -- you can't come, no matter how hard you try, and
you'll try, doll. Any way you know how. You can only come when you
feel a hard cock spurting deep in your slut cunt while someone spanks
your ass. That should keep things interesting. It's up to you, doll,
to convince me to do just that.' He grins like a madman.

"He looks at me a long time. Then he gets close and licks the side of
my face, slobbering all over it. I couldn't move away. It was
disgusting. Then he looks into my eyes, and says 'go.' And I can move
again, but as much as I want to dodge past him and make a run for the
door, I don't. Instead, I step in the middle of the room, and my body,
as if responding to some music only it can hear starts swaying gently,
seductively. To my dismay, I realize that my limbs automatically pick
up the dance moves that I learned so many years ago when I was
dancing. Biff sits down on one of the chairs lining the wall smiling
his nasty smile the whole time, leering at me. I turn in place, my
hips bumping and grinding, and eventually I unzip the side of my dress
and it falls at my feet and I step out of it and I turn towards Biff
with an arm across my breasts and a hand in front of my naked pussy to
try to tease him but all I want to do is hide. I am so ashamed, and
here I am stripping for this asshole, and I can't control it. That's
when I realize that he really really can do whatever he wants to me,
and I won't be able to stop him."

Jenn got up from Daniel's lap, stood in the middle of the room, and
proceeded to dance the way she had described, without her dress but
with the smooth sexy movements that years of dancing had ingrained in
her. Daniel watched, fascinated, aroused. When Jenn stopped facing him
with an unreadable expression on her face, an arm covering her breasts
and a hand shielding her pussy, he was holding his breath.

"Biff's staring at me," Jenn continues, "taking in my whole body, and
his eyes are like a touch, a slimy trail down my skin. They linger on
my chest, on my pussy, traveling up and down my stockings-wrapped
legs. I want to slap him, but all I do is wiggle my hips enticingly,
then my hands drop and Biff sneers as he takes in my breasts, and I
swear he's practically salivating."

Jenn dropped her hands, and Daniel, utterly captivated, stared at her
chest, as transfixed as Biff was in her tale.

"'Fuck,' says Biff, 'you've got a nice fucking body there doll. Look
at those tits! You're build for fucking, ain't you?' Then he chuckles,
and nods towards my crotch. 'And what's with going commando? Don't
mind me, I think it's fuckin' hot, but why?' I don't say a thing, but
that doesn't work for too long. 'Listen: from now on, when I ask you a
question, you will answer me, and tell me the truth. So why no
underwear?' I try to resist, but his orders bring the words from my
mouth as I think then. 'Because I know that Daniel will like it. He
likes it when I'm daring and spontaneous and a bit slutty.' Biff
laughs. 'No shit? Well doll, we're going to make sure you
husband-to-be gets the most slutty wife he can get. Hey, perhaps he'll
even thank me when I'm done with you. Now go on, show me that body of
yours. Make me want to fuck you.' I want to blush, but of course I
can't. All I can do is dance, running my hands up and down my body,
unable to quench that hunger that's burning inside me. While my body's
trying to seduce him into violating it, I think about what Biff told
me, that I'd crave his cock inside me, and I want to cry. I know I
won't be able to resist, that he's right, before the afternoon is over
I'll be begging him to fuck me, and then he'll fuck me, and then what?
Will he let me marry you? Will I still want to marry you? Will I be
able to look you in the eyes? All those questions go through my head,
but all I can do is grab my tits and squeeze them and massage them as
my hips gyrate invitingly, calling out to the male before me."

Jenn did exactly that, dancing before Daniel, playing with her breasts
while swaying to a music only she could hear. "Biff calls out to me,"
she continues, "'how's your cunt feeling, doll? Ready to get a stiff
one in there? How do you really feel about getting my cock up your
little fuck hole?' Questions, I have to answer them truthfully,
whether I want to or not. 'It's burning up," I say, 'it feels like
it's on fire and the only thing that will put it out is flesh, hard
flesh. Just the thought of it makes me -- mmmm... --- but I don't want
it to be yours. I hate the idea. I hate you. I don't want you anywhere
near me me, you disgust me. Just seeing you there watching me makes my
skin crawl and I want to retch.' Biff merely laughs. 'Excellent! Too
bad for you. I told you, doll, you're going to beg, and I want you to
make it good too. Listen: drop down to the floor and finger fuck
yourself. I want you to try to make yourself come. For me. Keep the
stockings and the heels. You look like one of 'em high-class hoes that
way.'

"I drop down to the floor like he ordered me to, half lying on my
discarded wedding dress, and I spread my legs and run my hand over my
pussy and as soon as one of my fingers makes contact with my clit
sparks shoot up and down my body, making every nerve tingle and
sing. Fuck, this feels good, too good. I don't want to do this, not in
front of him, but I have no choice. And he's just staring at me,
grinning, his hands stroking his cock through his slacks. As I shove
one then two then three fingers in my now sopping wet hole, I worry
about the fact that he wants me to make myself come after having told
me the only way that could happen was with a cock deep inside me. He
is setting me up, the asshole, but all I can do is shove fingers in
and out of my pussy, getting me closer and closer to release but never
getting there."

Jenn by that point had lain down on the floor as well, on her back,
her eyes closed, her legs spread wide, heels planted into the carpet,
and just as in her tale her fingers quickly found her slit and she
started caressing herself, caresses that soon turned into penetration,
and before too long she was writhing on the ground, moaning and
groaning, her hand pushing deep inside her, making squishy noises that
convinced Daniel that she was, as a matter of fact, quite turned on
herself. His own cock had decided that events of the afternoon or not,
the vision before him and the tale she was spinning were of interest
in their own right, and it was threatening to burst through his
jeans. Unconsciously, he mimicked Biff in the tale and stroked himself
through his jeans, watching Jenn pleasuring herself.

Jenn did not notice, her eyes were still closed, her head thrashing
left and right, her hips rising up from the floor, looking for all
purposes like a girl dead intent on achieving the greatest orgasm
ever. She continued her tale, in a voice quivering with arousal. "It
feels so good, and I can almost forget that Biff is ogling me, but
then he chuckles. 'Look at you! You look like a desperate slut trying
to get a last hit. Listen to yourself, listen to your cunt -- you're
so wet it sounds like your shoving a plunger through a toilet.' He's
right, of course -- I can feel my juices drip down into my butt crack
and down my thighs, but I don't care, I can't care. All I can focus on
is the feeling of my fingers inside me and the fact that try as I
might I can't come. I see the finish line but it keeps moving away as
I get closer. 'What would your future husband think if he saw you
right now, friggin' yourself like a two-bit whore in front of another
man, right before your wedding, in your fine lingerie and your nice
hair, minutes away from begging to be split open? Huh? What would he
think?' Another question, so I have to answer, but I'm having
difficulty focussing enough to form words. My whole world right now is
my cunt and my clit and my fingers in my cunt and on my clit. 'He
would... -- Gnnn... fuck! -- He would be fine with it, he'd probably
want you to do me, right there in front of him. He'd hate it, but he'd
love it too.' Biff laughs a mean laugh. 'He's one fucked up puppy,
that one. Fine. If getting and seeing his fiancee fucked is what gets
him going, then we can deal with it, right?' I barely listen to
him. My cunt is burning hotter than ever, and my fingers aren't
enough. The frustration is making me cry. I need a cock inside me, I
need his cock inside me. But I won't beg, I won't. I try to figure out
how to get him to fuck me without asking to. I get on my hands and
knees, my ass towards him, raised high up in the air. I keep on
fucking myself with the fingers of one hand. That always worked with
every single guy I've ever dated, the come-fuck-me-from-behind
routine. I figure that Biff won't be able to resist either and soon
he'll grab me by the hips and push his hard cock deep inside me in one
sharp shove and just the though of it makes me moan and my hand moves
faster and I drop my head down to the ground and I run a finger of my
newly freed hand over my ass and down my crack and finger my little
hole all wet with my juices from before and I push that finger deep
inside and then I'm fucking both my holes and I'm continuously moaning
and why can't he just come over and fuck me doesn't he want me?"

Jenn flipped onto her hands and knees before Daniel's eyes, who
admired the perfect ass she presented to him, framed by the garters
holding up her white stockings, and true to her tale she kept on
fingering her pussy while slowly pushing a finger into her ass and
fucking herself amidst a constant stream of grunts and sounds escaping
from her throat. Her head was down on the carpet since she had no hand
free to hold herself up, and her ass was angled up high. Daniel
unfastened his jeans and without realizing it started stroking his
cock with force.

"I hear Biff stand up. There, I think, he's going to take
me. Finally. I moan louder, shaking my ass left to right, urging him
on with it. But he just stands there. 'Fuck," he says, 'look at that
ass! I know a bunch of guys who're going to pay me good money to get a
shot at an ass like that!' I hear him take off his slacks, and I can't
help but groan in response, pushing my fingers as deep as they'll go
inside me. It's not deep enough, I don't want him near me, but all I
care about is coming. I want -- no, need -- to feel his cock ripping
me up. I wait, but he doesn't get near. I moaned loudly, fucking
myself faster, shaking my ass harder. 'Fuck, you're a stubborn bitch,
ain't you? I thought you'd be begging me to fuck you by now -- your
cunt must be driving you mad! Craving my big cock, no? Can you imagine
it? My cock inside you, stretching you wide, opening you up like a
fuckin' virgin, bottoming out then in and out and in and out -- can
you imagine it? It can be yours, all yours, my cock in your slutty
cunt, deep inside -- you know what to do, what to say -- just say
please, doll, just say please fuck me with that big cock Biff, just
say play split me wide open Biff...' I'm shaking, his words just
incinerate the last little bits of my will, as I'm frigging myself
like a madwoman at his feet, my ass offered up like a sacrifice, and I
don't want to do anything but I hear my own voice betray me -- 'You
win! You win... Please! Please!... Please fuck me -- I'm yours, please
fuck me --' and I'm shocked but just saying it turns me on even more
and I think about his cock inside me and the rest comes out louder and
more desperate, "-- Fuck me! Please! -- Please! Just... Just put it in
me, please! Put it inside! I need it! I need you! -- Fuck me! Please!
I'll... I'll do anything you want! Please! Anything! I don't care!
Just take me! Fuck me! Rape me! Do what you want, but please! I want
to come! Please!'"

Jenn was not telling a tale anymore. She was begging to be fucked,
loudly, her fingers fucking in and out of her body, and Daniel, still
on automatic, stood up and practically jumped out of his jeans and
landed behind her and his hard cock leading the way knelt behind his
fiancee still writhing and begging for a cock and pushed her hand out
of the way and slipped his cock inside her, and was sucked inside
before he could even thrust his hips forward.

"Fuck yes!" she screamed. "Fuck me, Biff, fuck me! I'll do anything
you want, do anyone you want! Just point the finger and I'll dance,
I'll suck, I'll fuck! Just fuck me, hard and deep -- Oh! Yes! Like
that -- Just like that! Harder, dammit! Harder! --"

Daniel was frenzied, Jenn's pussy around his cock burning like liquid
fire. He was thrusting in and out, his hands grabbing her hips and
pulling her vigorously back towards him with every thrust. Jenn was
helping him out, twisting her hips up to let him in deeper, groaning
and moaning and crying through her continuing monologue.

"I'll be your whore, your toy, your fuck doll! Just make me come!
Harder! Harder! -- Yes! Harder! -- Come on, you fuck! Harder! That's
it! -- Fuck! Fuck! -- Make me come! Please! Make me come! -- Slap my
ass! Slap my ass! Please! Please! I need to come! Slap my ass!
Please!"

Daniel was getting close, very close, and he could not think straight
and her urging broke through his daze and without thinking he slapped
her hard on the ass, and she screamed "again!" and he slapped her ass
again and it hurt his hand but she screamed "again!" as she pushed
back against him hard and he lost control and he shoved his cock
inside her as far as it would go and he came -- he came so hard, so
long, that he felt lightheaded there for a second and he slapped
Jenn's ass again and with a scream that turned into a wail her pussy
clasped down on his cock with an iron grip and her body went steel
rigid and she came like he had never seen her come before, shaking as
if in the midst of an epileptic fit.

They both collapsed to the ground, panting.

"Fuck," he said, sotto voce, trying to catch his breath.

"Yeah," Jenn laughed, her voice seeming to come from very far. "That
was... wow. I was so horny it's scary."

"I could see that."

"And you," she said, turning her back to him and snuggling up against
him after pulling a blanket from the couch to cover them both, "are
one perverted little man."

"What? I'm perverted?"

"It was your idea, wasn't it?" Daniel could practically see Jenn smile
even though she was facing away from him. He did not know how to
respond, so he shut up. He felt drained, the strangeness of the day
catching up with him. .

Jenn was still mumbling, sounding like she was ready to fall asleep
right there on the carpet, against him. "I'm just sad I didn't get to
finish my story. I wanted to tell you about the things that Biff would
have ordered me to do. You know, how he'd have let me marry you then
he'd have spent years using me behind your back, controlling me,
ordering me to perform for him and stuff, share me with his friends,
entertain them at parties... Maybe I'll tell you all about that next
time..." Her voice trailed. Just before she feel asleep, she mumbled
"I love you." Which is probably why she did not pick up on Daniel's
lack of response. He was staring at the silver charms bracelet that
graced Jenn's wrist and that had been hidden until then by her lacy
wristbands.

