But not escape

"We'll do this again…" Promised Cynthia. A threatening statement that they both knew Jesse would not disagree with. Even as he quailed with the still-frustrated after effects of today's 'massage session', his tender skin itched to be back beneath her scouring nails. The sissy was tossed out through the door with his clothes still in a bundle, leaving him to dress his naked form in the corridor. His twitching erection would just not go down, levering up a flap of his school skirt at the front. The embarrassing obviousness of this struggle only further hampering his attempts to calm it down. There was no option but to scurry along the corridor, hiding his red-cheeked shame as best he could.

"Did that help?" Came a calm voice from one of the doorways he passed. George was emerging still half-dressed from a room where two visibly naked female forms lounged uncaring. "I know Cyn can be… difficult. But she's actually pretty good with those hands, right?"

Jesse nearly squealed, turning his body away as the sight of the other boy's bare chest sent more waves of awkwardness rocketing through his loins. He got the distinct impression that the massages George received were considerably different from the one he did… but was not about to discuss that right now. He burbled out something that might have been words, but hurried on towards safety without waiting for any further reply. His only hope was that he wouldn't bump into Whitney or someone else on the rest of the journey. He needed Betsy. Needed her now more than he ever had before.

The suffering sissy was through the door and buried in the soft embrace of his best friend before she really knew what was happening. The young lady was wise enough to just stay wrapped around him until otherwise guided though. She was a little confused by the small, but solid, lump she felt being pressed against her… but quickly noted the teeth marks and purple blotches upon her precious thing's neck. The trembling creature didn't seem to know whether he wanted to burst into tears or bowl her over and dry hump her like a horny puppy. She just squeezed him tight until he could decide… either would be fine in her book.

"That Bitch!" The larger girl muttered under her breath, the nearest example of cold fury she ever really displayed in front of Jesse. "And George should have known better too, the moron… I thought I could trust him around you at least…"

Jesse had tried to shift blame away from the tall and handsome young man in his recounting of events, but apparently hadn't done so well enough. He was sat in Betsy's arms upon her bed, her large breasts acting as a pillow against his back. His friend and confidante was staring off into space, clearly thinking over her options in defending the territory she considered hers, which had been trodden on. Her hands had crept around beneath his skirt and were both cupping Jesse's hairless balls and absentmindedly stroking up and down his still-standing shaft. It was a habit of hers whenever she was thinking, really… but was certainly not helping the sissy's current predicament. He still felt caught in a limbo. Unable to forget the rush of sensations that hadn't quite managed to spill over, or completely fade away. The small, dark patch of dampness where his swollen flesh met fabric continued to grow.

"If she thinks she's going to get her hands on you again… she's got another thing coming!"

The determination in Betsy's voice was irrefutable, a law laid down. Yet, Jesse was not so sure. He didn't ever want to upset this protector who had kept such creatures at bay for all these years… But, in his deepest heart, he knew for a fact that if Cynthia cornered him in the corridor tomorrow and told him to lie back down upon her bed… he would do so without hesitation. Some microscopic, fundamental switch in his spirit, or genetics, or algorithm-altered chemical concoction of a brain meant that he would do exactly as he was told by anyone who was confident enough to tell him. Even just thinking about it sent another shiver of humiliating excitement sparking through his veins. Behind him, the girl who had claimed his virginity boiled with jealous rage. Yet, every beat in Jesse's chest that took him another step away from that unfinished business seemed to draw him back toward the situation which would fulfil it. For the first time in his life… the sissy considered what the word 'slut' actually implied, and what it might mean to inhabit it.