Chapter 15 - Jade

Sunday, November 12, 2023

If hell existed, I was in it. For the last hour, I’d been unable to move. I couldn’t hear anything except the faint hissing of a quiet vacuum. My eyes were blindfolded. I couldn’t smell or taste anything. But I could feel.

Oh God, I could feel everything!

I wore a hooded latex rubber outfit with several specially designed holes. One for the breathing tube in my mouth, one for the heavy-duty vibrator pressed against my pussy, and a few for the electrodes sending painful shocks to my body every few seconds. While wearing this outfit, Sir had placed me between two large rubber sheets which had been vacuum sealed shut, creating a perfect outline of my body and the vibrator pressing against my pussy and clit.

In short, I’d been mummified. Cut off from almost all sensation except the electrodes and the vibrator. While the vacuum kept the temperature tolerable in the rubber blankets, my skin danced with heightened awareness.

Every few seconds, painful shocks sparked through one of my limbs, followed by intense vibrations against my sex. I couldn’t keep track of how many times I had cum, but it was probably around ten. Some of my climaxes had been so intense my entire body quaked against the rubber casing; others were more like crashing waves of relief and pleasure.

I sucked down oxygen through the tube in my mouth, painfully aware of how vulnerable a state I was in, and somehow this only added to the excitement of the moment. I hated myself for enjoying these sessions. I hated going to them, but I couldn’t deny the pleasure Sir was so good at extracting from my body and mind.

When the mummification session finally ended, I emerged a quivering mess. My skin was more alive than it’d ever been. The open air enveloped me like a cold blanket, and my other senses awakened once more. Still blinded, somebody—presumably Sir—led me on wobbly legs to another station. I had no idea how long I’d been in the studio. In my sensory-deprived state, time was impossible to track.

I wasn’t exhausted yet. My body had grown accustomed to the hours of sexual stimulation and mild to moderate pain infliction. If anything, it was during my hours with Sir that I was the most awake and alive. During the other days of the week, I was a zombie.

The worst example of this happened last Saturday morning. I remembered climbing shakily out of the town car after my session with Sir, going upstairs, and seeing... somebody I knew. Had it been Fanny? Marcy? Both of them, perhaps? It didn’t make sense, but somebody had been at my apartment. I still had no memory of anything after coming up the stairs. Hours later, I woke on the floor of my apartment. My body ached. I’d somehow changed my clothes, made coffee, and gotten my dick out of my pajama pants. It was sticky from a ridiculous amount of dried lube. I had to have fucked somebody or something because I always showered before leaving Sir’s warehouse.

Thankfully, that episode was the only time I’d blacked out instead of merely being tired and groggy.

A painful swat on my ass recaptured my attention.

“Yes, Sir!” I stammered despite not knowing what I’d missed during my moment of inattention.

“I said turn around, J!” Sir barked, swatting me even harder this time with her paddle.

I allowed Sir to turn me around and sit me on a swing. Then she ordered me to grow my cock to its full twenty-four-inch size and lay down on my back. Once in a prone position, I was bound with ropes with my legs spread wide, nipples clamped, and oozing steady drips of milk. My arms were restrained at the shoulders. My cock and pussy remained lewdly exposed. Then Sir brought me up into a sitting position, slightly bent forward, a ball gag strapped into my mouth. Surprisingly, no pain-inflicting devices were attached to me.

In the distance, I heard the studio door open and close. Footsteps headed toward me. I heard the creaking of Sir’s latex outfit as she turned to greet the new arrival using her machine-altering voice.

“Thank you for coming. Q, this is J, the person you’ll fuck. Go ahead and get out your cock.”

Was Q a man? If so, this was the first time I’d ever fucked a man at the studio. It was always other women. usually P, D, or G. And I was the one usually doing the fucking. A tingle of nervousness went through me. I heard Q give a sharp hiss; then strong hands pulled me by my thighs. Whenever Sir put me in a swing while I was blinded by a hood or mask, it took me a moment to get accustomed to the motion without being able to see. The first few times had made me nauseous, but I had learned to let my mind relax and stop trying to anticipate my body’s motion and acceleration. What I was not prepared for, however, was a massive lubed cock pressed up against my well-lubed asshole.

“Go ahead, Q,” Sir said in her disguised voice. “Fuck J as hard as you can.”

I was wrong about the size of the cock. It wasn’t massive. It was gargantuan. It was probably as big as mine. And I only knew of one person with a phallus that size: Kitt Walker.

Could this be him fucking me? I gasped and moaned as I felt inch after inch after inch after inch after inch of hard meat breaching my back tunnel. It was impossibly long and thick, yet my body accepted every millimeter. It filled my ass, filled, my stomach, my chest. It was not humanly possible to take such a thing inside me, and still, I did. And it felt terrific.

When I finally took the last bit of Q inside me, I was pressed up against Q’s body, my open pelvis on the swing, Q’s balls resting against my ass cheeks.

“Choke her,” Sir said.

Q’s hand slid around my throat and tightened. The hand was gloved but didn’t feel as large as Kitt’s, though it was hard to be sure.

“Suck J’s cock.”

It was hard to tell for sure with the latex hooded mask over my eyes, but Q seemed to freeze at that order. If it was Kitt, I could imagine why. He had no idea who I was, and he had certainly never put a penis in his mouth.

“Q, suck J’s cock,” Sir repeated with a touch of impatience coming through the voice modifier.

Lips pressed against the tip of my penis’s head, then opened until they were able to somehow surround my glans in warm wetness. The sensation was almost too much for me. A gigantic cock buried in my ass and my cock being sucked. My pussy felt strangely empty. Then, my airway closed off as Q choked me tighter.

“Fuck her.”

The thrusting began. I couldn’t breathe. The pleasure between my cock and anus was too much to handle. I wanted to gasp and moan, but I couldn’t. The pressure built inside of me until I was convulsing with the need to inhale. Finally, blissful relief came when the viselike grip around my throat loosened, and I sucked down sweet oxygen. But my intake was cut off before I was done, and Q’s thrusting grew more urgent. I knew the rhythm well. It felt like a man not wanting to cum, but knowing he could no longer stop the impending climax. That didn’t seem like the Kitt I’d had sex with a few weeks ago. That Kitt had shown incredible stamina when we’d made love. But this person grunted loudly, sending pulsing waves down my shaft.

My enjoyment was heightened even more as my lungs strained for air. The world started to turn black, but my neck was again released. I choked in a long breath only to have my breathing cut off yet again. The need to cum blossomed inside me like a tulip opening its petals for the first time. I rocked my hips back and forth on the swing as hard as I could as Q’s pumping grew more ferocious, the enormous cock filling my entire being. When I finally came, white fluid sprayed not only from cock but also from my tits.

“Now fuck J’s pussy as hard as you can,” Sir ordered Q.

Still immensely hard, Q withdrew about two feet of cock from my asshole and immediately began to stuff it up my cunt. My mind still reeled from the orgasmic anal pounding I’d just received, but I still couldn’t believe how such a large specimen could fit its entire length and width inside my pussy. I had little time to ponder this miracle when Q redoubled his thrusts on my poor mound. His hands encircled my throat once more, literally screwing me senseless.

Just as I was about to blackout, another orgasm wracked my body. I writhed on Q’s cock, straining for air, but Q didn’t let go. Once again, my vision darkened, and this time, instead of Q releasing me, I had one of the most intense orgasms of my entire life.

And then I blacked out.

I woke with no idea how long I’d been out. All I knew was I was still in the swing, still bound and blinded and gagged, my body humming with that same electric energy I’d come to associate with Sir’s treatment. My ass had a plug in it now, and for some reason, my bowels felt fuller than usual in a weird, erotically uncomfortable way. My huge cock hung limp between my legs.

“Get J hard,” Sir ordered Q.

Two hands and a mouth seized my cock and began to stroke and suck me. It did not take long for my cock to regrow to its full enormous length and girth.

“Now, Q, ride her cock while you milk her. With your lips.”

Ride? Was Q a woman? Or was this a man now going to receive anal stimulation from me?

Q climbed atop me on the swing. The device must have been quite sturdy because it gave no sounds of straining as Q took the tip of my cock in hand, navigating me until my cock pressed against soft wet flesh. Then Q slowly settled down upon me. My shaft was monstrously long, yet just like when Q’s similarly large cock had entered my ass, now my cock, inch by inch, was entirely sheathed in the warm wet pussy of a woman. The pleasure was unbelievable, but my thoughts were elsewhere.

I only knew of one person who had both a penis and a vagina.

Marcy.

Was that Q’s identity, or was this some other person like us? If so, just how many people could change between female and futanari?

Once Q had settled at the base of my rod, she began rocking her hips forward and back, side to side. I groaned into my ball gag. Then a mouth latched onto my tits and started sucking. I hadn’t noticed the clamps removed from my nipples. It must have happened after I passed out.

“Feed J the milk from your mouth, Q.”

I whimpered loudly as Q worked my cock and nipples, the intense pressure in my breasts slowly diminishing as more and more milk leaked out of me. Then Q grabbed my chin and let my milk fall from her mouth onto my face. Some of the milk entered my mouth, coating my tongue with its sweet, creamy flavor. Then she cupped my tits in her palms, fingers sliding to my nipples, and twisted savagely.

I screamed into my ball gag as pain exploded in my nipples, which were already sensitive from the clamps and then the milking. Fresh white cream spurted from my tits as Q continued to writhe, skewered on my two-foot erection. Humping wasn’t really possible in our position, so she continued to wriggle and rock and use me until we both climaxed. I could only imagine the massive amount of cum I blew into her, but it wasn’t until she lifted herself off of me that it began to rain down on my hooded face and chest. At the same time, the anal plug was removed from my sphincter, and the earlier large load seeped from my anus.

The sex play continued into the early hours of the morning. Every hole of my body received at least one or two loads of Q’s cum. Sometimes I was fucked, sometimes I did the fucking. Unlike most nights, my hood stayed on the entire time, and the ball gag never left my mouth. By the time I was brought back to my trailer to shower and change clothes, my face was a sticky mess, coated in dried cum and sweat. My jaw ached, and my legs were rubber, but I left the building with that same tired but buzzing energy I had grown accustomed to over the last few months. I slept through the hour-long car ride back to my apartment.

I couldn’t check my phone until I was home since I wasn’t allowed to bring it with me. By that point, it was about 6 a.m. Monday morning, and I had to get ready for classes. After a quick shower, I popped my white pill and an Adderall into my mouth and downed them with a swig of old coffee, knowing I would likely crash early that evening.

Hannah had called me several times Sunday evening and night. I looked myself over in the mirror. Deep purple circles ringed my eyes, giving my mocha-colored skin an even paler hue. I was thinner than I’d ever been, while my boobs were bigger. I was a full C-cup now, and I could already feel my milk coming in minutes after taking the pill.

I sat next to Hannah and Sarah through our morning classes. Fanny still avoided me; Velma and I hadn’t spoken since I’d taught her how to masturbate. I apologized to Hannah for missing her calls, explaining I was with my family last night. Fanny, sitting a few chairs away, overheard me and made a soft sound of disbelief that only I caught.

At work, Opal was unusually mellow and distracted. I waited until Velma was busy helping library patrons before talking to my little sister.

“What’s up, girl?” I asked. “You look miserable.”

Opal gave me a sad smile, but she was almost on the verge of tears. “I’m fine. Mark and I just had a little argument. That’s all.”

“Are you okay? Do you want to talk about it?”

“I don’t think so. I’m fine. And I don’t want you to think badly of him.”

This worried me. “Is there anything I need to know? I mean ... as your big sis? Is he treating you okay?”

Opal’s sad smile transformed into a genuine grin. “No. I mean, yes, he’s treating me fine. There’s nothing you need to know. I got into a little pickle, but it’s not a big deal. I can take care of it. I love you, though.”

I put an arm around her. “I love you back. And I’m here for you if you need me. You know that?”

Opal regarded me with a touch of concern. “No offense, Jade, but you look like shit. Are you still having trouble sleeping?”

“I didn’t get a wink last night,” I said. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but I’m going to bed early tonight. Well, early for me. As soon as I get home, I’m hitting the sack.”

“No Fanny call?” Opal asked. She liked to say that instead of booty call whenever Fanny and I spent the night together.

I sighed softly. “Not for a while now. I think it’s over. I seem to be screwing up a lot of the relationships in my life lately. Maybe it’s more of a me problem than I care to admit.”

Opal hugged me again. “You’re great, Jade. Is Hannah mad at you?”

I shook my head. “No. We’re just too busy for anything serious. As far as I can tell, things are okay between us.” I gave Opal a long look. Her eyes were watery and crinkled, and her forehead was creased and furrowed. She was more stressed than I realized. “Opal, are you sure you’re okay?”