Afforded a temporary relief

“Oh!” Said John, his voice clearly tinged with surprise and a little disappointment. He was still scrolling through Jesse’s page on the school network, various images of the earlier dress-up session trying to leap out and grab his attention.

"What's the matter?" Asked Miranda, still perched between the sissy's open legs, leaning her elbows down upon them to spread them further. She was idly tracing a finger around the toy in their toy's rectum, sending all sorts of strange emotions hurtling through Jesse. Neither of them had even commented on the lurid pink buttplug still anchored there… Why would such a slut not be wearing one?

Her partner smiled sadly. "It seems our new find is even more precious than we thought… she's a virgin, at least down there. But someone else has just put a large bid down on claiming that… they must have been watching how far we were getting."

Miranda's face screwed up into a vision of disgruntled scorn. The harshest expression she'd yet worn in Jesse's presence… not that the femboy could see it. "Well, just outbid them back! We can't leave this poor thing waiting! Look how much she needs your cock!"

The woman dug her nails into the sissy's soft rump. A sharp, clawing massage that served to express and divert her frustration. Even in the pinching pain of it… Jesse found herself aroused and encouraged. She wasn't anywhere near as sure she wanted John to shove his way inside. But every time her current masters spoke of it, her beating heart seemed to lean in that direction. It was as if the more they spoke over and about her body as their own, personal property… the more it became so. As anxious to meet their whims and wants as the teenage boy who'd previously thought he both owned and inhabited it.

"We can't…" Answered John, clearly aware he was going to have a fight on his hands with this denial. "We're already nearly over budget for the week… and we promised we'd take little Jane skiing on Thursday…"

Stormclouds crossed his cousin's brow, as they only can upon those not used to ever being told 'no'. "Screw Uncle Benji's 'spending limits'! We've got more money than Jesus, Buddha and Santa Claus! What does he expect us to learn from holding back a few more drops from the ocean?!"

This was a battle that had been ongoing for several weeks now… with poor John trapped as the middleman between his stern father and ferocious, familial lover. Unfortunately for him, while his heart was decidedly sided one way… his head could see some sense in the other. He was always mildly worried about what would happen if he ever did have to take over the family business.

"He says it's to learn quality over quantity… by making us choose which of our little flowers are really worth the investment. It's asset management… just the same as knowing which employees or products can be cut from the company when needed…"

The pair of them held a silent staring contest across this argument for a few seconds more. A tension in the air that even Jesse could feel, still buried beneath Miranda and having her anal virginity fought over like the last strawberry on a trifle. But eventually, something had to give.

"Fiiiine…" Huffed the despondent ass-cheek spreader. "We'll make do with sloppy seconds whenever whoever-it-is has deflowered the poor creature. But, you'd best give dear Jesse something now… pretty little whores need to know they're loved!"

The buried sissy sighed a little in relief that she wasn't going to be invaded right now, though the news of this mysterious third party who had placed a booking upon her innocence was a whole new source of worry and confusion. As was the growing realisation that Miranda had a considerably different idea of what counted as 'love' than most. Just what were these two's intentions for her, both tonight and beyond? Was she now trapped as being just another one of their sordid collection from here on out? Jesse began to feel a little dizzy at how fast her world was progressing into this new shape as a piece of pass-around meat for all these carnivores to squabble and growl over. How easily her own view of herself just slipped into whatever they wished it to be and how little say she had left over anything that happened to her. She was just school property now... there was no way to avoid realising it.