Commercial Break 1 - Greek Getaway

The world was a painfully bright blur.

No… not a blur… it was moving…

Pixie blinked as a tree whizzed past in the dusty landscape. The car bumped, shaking her consciousness. She could smell sun-cream.

Huh?

She pulled her cheek from the hot window. She was sitting in the back of crowded car. It felt cheap, beat up and she was staring at a landscape out the window that she didn’t recognise at all. She felt uncomfortable, someone was pressed against her hip, and sitting like this was just tiring… she needed to kneel down… she… wait…!

From her seat Pixie looked up and across to the person driving in the front… he was wiry, with a thick short beard, wearing a t-shirt and shorts, his hair was up in a tight little top-knot. It took Pixie a moment to realise who it was… Andy…?

She was sure it was Andy… Laura’s Andy… the guy she’d been dating for 6 months but hadn’t introduced them to yet… She’d only seen him in pictures…

Pixie looked around at the other people in the car with her as a wave of understanding and existential dread hit her all at once.

Laura was sat to her left, and Emma on the other side of her while Emma’s husband Jason was sat directly in front. Her best friends – they’d all met at University, living together, doing everything together back then. Pixie and Laura had been Emma’s bridesmaids, and, now everyone had gotten jobs and scattered across the country – they still kept in touch every week… still organised to go on holidays together… like the one they were going to take to Greece in July…

This one…

Pixie held back a scream. She’d missed… weeks of her life in one go… just so, what? The show could put her in the most entertaining scenario possible?

They were all dressed in casual summer clothes… t-shirts, shorts, sunglasses and only now did Pixie realise that part of what made her feel so uncomfortably crammed in was the rear window of the car was piled high with their luggage.

“Where are we?” she stammered after a moment, earning a frustrated sigh from Laura.

“That’s a great question! The villa was meant to be 10 minutes from the airport… and we’ve been driving for… 25… Babe… are you sure you know where you’re going?”

“Relax – look, its right here!” Andy replied, his voice twanged with Northern charm as he turned the car down another narrow lane.

Pixie sat, heart racing as she tried to focus on something, anything that felt real. She gripped the seatbelt at her chest and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. Had… she been dreaming? It was possible – the show could’ve been a very vivid nightmare and she’d, what? Developed sudden and terrifying amnesia of the last month of her life? She wasn’t actually sure what was worse… being trapped in one of her own stories, or developing sudden dramatic memory loss…

“Please say we’ll be there soon…” Emma repeated, causing Jason to wheel around from the passenger seat and smile back at his wife, his mop of dark hair swishing with the swaying of the car. He held up his phone to show them the map.

“It’s just round the corner – I promise”

The car bounced over another rough patch of the road and a view of the sea came into view as they crested a hill.

“Good” Emma said with a smile, “I’m exhausted and I don’t think Pixie has knelt down all day”

Pixie froze, her blood running cold. What?

“I’m fine” She squeaked, panic setting in, as she realised that she was lying. She wasn’t fine. Emma was right – she’d been brought back to herself as she would’ve been… having, apparently, stood and sat for 4 or 5 hours straight. It was painfully obvious to Pixie now what they’d done to her – she couldn’t rest unless she was kneeling. Sitting was as good as standing for her body now… she needed to kneel down, anything else would slowly exhaust her, and spending 3 hours on a plane probably hadn’t helped.

Worse, while her new compulsion to offer her mouth was not retroactive, apparently, someone had made her compulsion to kneel something everyone already knew about…

And if I kneel down...

Any hope Pixie had that she’d had some kind of episodic nightmare were shattered. This was happening. The show was real. Any moment she’d get dragged back there to continue her **** and humiliation… how could she possibly hope to pretend that everything was ok when she knew any second she could be dragged from this life and put back on stage to be changed all over again...

It felt like an eternity that she spent in the back of the stuffy hire car, praying that the minutes of this ‘Commercial Break’ would tick down and end. She didn’t want to be here… not… not with Andy and Jason around. Pixie needed to kneel, just sitting was uncomfortable and her body was pleading with her to just relax… thrust out your chest… arch your back… put your hands behind you… pull your feet up to your ass… kneel…

But as the minutes ticked by, there was no rushing of air... no flash of light that would take her back... there was just this - her life, and the reality that she as going to have to find some way to cope here for longer than she wanted...

Andy pulled the car through an open set of gates, and they found themselves in the sheltered courtyard of their holiday retreat. A quiet little private villa on a Greek island… all to themselves… private pool… private rooms… near to the beach… it should’ve been paradise, and yet Pixie struggled to find anything to be happy about. How long would she even get to be here? Was there even any point in getting out of the car?

The others piled out quickly. The second the car doors opened the rush of hot air from outside exploded into the previously air-conditioned interior, like someone had opened the door of an oven.

“I’m gonna jump straight in that pool!” Jason yelled as Laura squealed with excitement.

Pixie stayed sitting, growing increasingly fraught as the car heated unbearably. What could she do? What would anyone do if they knew any moment they could be teleported away, snatched from their life…

She jumped when her car door was opened and Emma stood over her with a confused look on her face, “Are you coming or what?”

Pixie whimpered, her blush growing brighter, “I… uh… yeah…? Uh… yeah…”

She was being held hostage by some cosmic horror and she had to just grin and bear it… pretend that this was all fine… that things were just normal…

The others were unloading their luggage from the back and Pixie timidly climbed out of the car to join them. She recognised her case, but as she went to lift it, her arms gave way and she whimpered, fatigue set in across her body and for a moment she felt her arms drift behind her back as it arched, thrusting her breasts forward humiliatingly.

She felt the eyes of the others on her for a moment and Pixie blushed brighter, “Sorry… it’s heavy…”

“It’s fine, I can carry it…” Andy offered and Pixie meekly thanked him with a resentful nod, willing her muscles to release her and she slowly managed to move her hands to her sides and **** herself to stand in a ‘normal’ position. She'd never met Andy but she didn't like him. Pixie knew it was selfish but, they'd always been a three. Her, Emma, Laura... then Jason had come along and made it a weird four for a while, but she'd gotten used to Jason... Jason was harmless. He was a cute nerd, and Emma was so happy! But Andy...

Pixie admonished herself but she didn't care, she didn't like Andy because Andy made her a fifth wheel. The whole time Laura had been single too, things had been ok, Emma was married but that was ok as long as Laura stayed single like her... if they were both single then there wasn't anything wrong with her that she didn't have a boyfriend too...

Andy ruined that. She couldn't like Andy because of it... and it made it harder to not like him when he was helping carry her bag...

“You should’ve packed lighter or… y’know… not refused to kneel down all day?” Laura teased, rolling her eyes. Pixie shrunk to the back of the group and timidly followed them inside.

The group split up, Emma and Jason took the Master bedroom on the top floor, Andy and Laura would have the room next on the hall and Pixie would have the twin room on the ground floor. A single bed for a single girl... Pixie tried not to let it bother her, but it hurt. She'd always felt happy and comfortable with her friends but, she was starting to feel helplessly left behind...

Pixie’s room was simple, dark, shaded as it was from the height of the Mediterranean sun by white shutters on every window. A set of patio doors opened directly from the room onto the pool deck, which was a small bonus – she could almost roll out of bed and fall straight into the pool if she wanted.

If I even get to stay that long…

She wanted to flop down on the bed and cry. She wanted to lay down and stop the discomfort and ache in her body… she wanted to relax…

She was alone, mercifully, and the fatigue was too much, she felt like she’d been on her feet for hours. Pixie glanced back at her closed bedroom door nervously, there was no lock but... she heard a splash outside, and Laura's voice, her friend had wasted no time in jumping in the pool. She reasoned the others wouldn't either... she had time...

Pixie dropped to her knees and let her body do what it was aching to do. She sighed softly as her back arched, and brought her arms up behind her back, sitting back on her feet and letting her chin drop submissively.

I hate this

She did, but god it felt good too. Pixie took several timid, shaking deep breaths as she knelt passively on the cool tiled floor. Her body flooding with relief that she didn’t want to feel… maintaining this pose was humiliating, it wasn’t meant to feel relaxing… it wasn’t meant to feel this comfortable…

The sound of her bedroom door being opened made Pixie freeze with ice-cold panic. No! No No! Don’t you knock?!

“Hey Pixie? Where do you want your bag…?”

Andy’s voice echoed in the tiny space. Pixie froze, her heart pounding, eyes wide. Not you! Not now! I don’t know you!

She looked up, her cheeks flushed, panic rising in her chest as saw Andy stride into the room, her bag under one arm, his sunglasses pushed up onto his head. Their eyes met, and there was a flicker as his gaze dropped to her chest. She wanted to move but she suddenly realised she couldn’t… her body held her back… she had to… she didn’t have a choice…

“Please may I service you with my mouth?” The words flooded uncontrollably from her lips and Pixie stifled a sob. Her mouth was salivating again even as the shame, fear and humiliation crashed over her.

There was an uncomfortable beat of silence.

Pixie wanted to move, to scream for help, to say anything else… but she couldn’t. She tried to plead with him with her eyes… Just say no… just say no… please…

Laura would kill her, Emma would abandon her. She was kneeling submissively and offering to suck her boyfriend’s dick the first moment they were alone together… There was no coming back from this, no excuse she could possibly invent…

“What?” Andy broke the silence with a disbelieving laugh, his voice lowering as he dropped her bag.

Pixie squeezed her eyes shut, shuffling on her knees before she opened them again, trying frantically to stop the words from spilling out of her, “Please, would you like to use my mouth?”

She could only watch, horrified, when Andy conspiratorially headed back towards the bedroom door and closed it quietly.

“You want to? ...I mean… you’re asking? You want to suck my dick?”

NO!

Pixie swallowed, but she couldn’t control herself – she had to say it, she had to get the words out… “Yes, please, may I service you with my mouth?”

Say NO you cheating bastard! Laura deserves better than you.

Pixie’s horror only grew as Andy strode across the room, his excitement palpable, scrambling with the waistband of his shorts.

“Fuck Pixie, Laura said you were a bit of a freak… but damn…”

Laura said I was what?

Pixie felt her heart break a little, even as her panic grew to the immediately more humiliating situation she was in. After a moment of fumbling Andy pulled his dick free from his shorts and Pixie moaned involuntarily.

The need to suck it became irresistible the moment she could see it, worse, she felt her lips opening on their own. Pixie felt something pulling at her, like an **** thirst or hunger, only it was a need, a deep seated need to suck Andy’s cock. She couldn’t stop herself, her head tipping back and her mouth opening wide, sticking out her tongue like a begging dog, her mouth just a hole to be used for his pleasure.

He wasn’t even fully hard yet, but that was changing rapidly as he stroked himself in front of her, the kneeling girl whimpered helplessly as he approached, the smell of his musk filling the air.

“How… do you want to do this…?”

“I want to service you with my mouth” Pixie heard herself say again, feeling like a wind-up doll.

Andy reached up and tossed his sunglasses onto her bed with a wicked, conspiratorial grin, “Fuck, that’s so hot… you know Laura is like… right outside those doors?”

Pixie cringed, feeling her face growing hotter as she heard more giggling and laughter from the pool. Her best friends were right there, right outside, enjoying the sun, enjoying the holiday they’d all booked together… while she knelt here and looked at Laura’s boyfriends cock… inches from her mouth… so close… she just needed to reach forward and…

Andy’s cock, now fully erect, pulled close to Pixie’s lips and she let out a needy squeal. She couldn’t stop herself, her lips opening and diving down onto it hungrily.

She moaned in shame, her nostrils flaring as she tasted the saltiness of his sweat and pre-cum, the smell of it, the tickle of his neatly trimmed bush against her nose. Mortified, Pixie realised her hands were staying firmly behind her hyper sexualised curved back, she was going to have to do this completely with her mouth.

“Fuck…” Andy groaned above her, and Pixie glanced up to see his eyes closed, a triumphant smile spread across his face.

She needed to move her tongue, she needed to bob her head. Pixie knew, the compulsion growing stronger and stronger until she felt herself lose control. She pulled back, her lips sucking tightly against his shaft and closed around the tip, kissing it lovingly. Her tongue swirled in teasing strokes across the head, flicking all around it in a languid swirl before she released the suction on her lips and eased herself back onto it again. Plunging him back into the heated wetness of her mouth.

She repeated this, over and over, in faster and faster strokes. Her cheeks flushed pink, and pleading doe eyes staring up at him with **** adoration. Her body not her own to control, her mouth needily sucking and milking his cock in rhythmic stroke after rhythmic stroke.

She moaned into it, making his body shudder in response as teasing vibrations shot out across his dick. Pixie panted, rolling her neck as she moved her head back and forth, back and forth – she felt like a machine, a toy, designed to perfectly extract every ounce of cum out of him.

Her humiliation only grew.

It wasn’t like Pixie hadn’t sucked a dick before, she had, she’d given blowjobs to ex-boyfriends but this felt different, this wasn’t a loving gesture of care, something she’d gifted and done willingly… no, she was being used… her mouth was his to do what he wanted with, and she was powerless to stop him…

Andy groaned above her, then grunted and Pixie gasped into his dick, spluttering just enough before she felt a wave, a surge in his cock as it pulsed once, then again, and then erupted inside her.

Eurgh.

It made Pixie’s stomach turn; the taste of it was salty, sick, and hot. So hot. But she couldn’t stop herself, she couldn’t not swallow it. She had to give Andy the best blowjob she could… she had to… She started swallowing hungrily, slurping at his dick as it continued to shudder and spurt jet after jet of hot sticky cum into her mouth and throat.

Panting, snorting for air through her nose as her best friend’s boyfriend’s shuddering orgasm eased and stopped. Only then did she feel her mind and body freed from the cloud that had clung to her. She sat back, gasping for air, her head dropping in shame. Pixie couldn’t speak, couldn’t think, she was too horrified by what had just happened, and she was worried that if she even tried to talk she’d be sick.

Laura… I can’t… I’m so sorry… I’m so sorry…

“Thank you” Andy purred above her, stroking her head, and Pixie choked back a sob. Please leave… please just leave…

“Alright, fuck, Laura can’t find out about this – right?”

Pixie cringed resentfully, “You think I’d want to tell her?!”

Andy chuckled, “I guess not – alright… so, uh, do you want this to be a regular thing or…?”

“Just go…” Pixie groaned, hiding the tears in her eyes by keeping her head bowed.

“Hey – you came onto me…” He said, pulling his cock back into his shorts, “Begging to suck my dick like that, fuck… just… let me know if you want to do that again”

Pixie sniffed, “Please go!”

She watched him step back across the room from her, “Yeah, good idea… I’ll uh, join the others… you… should probably wait there a bit… so it’s not suspicious…”

She said nothing, just knelt in her own submissive position until he awkwardly left the room, closing the door behind him.

Pixie groaned, feeling unwell, guilty, ashamed. This would ruin her life.

Even if Andy never said anything to anyone. Even if Laura never found out. Even if she could somehow avoid ever offering to service another man while kneeling ever again… it had still happened. She couldn’t control it but it didn’t matter… she’d sucked Andy’s dick and he would always know that it had happened. She would always know that it had happened.

Great. Day 1. My first change and I’m already…

Pixie froze, a sense of existential dread washing over her for a moment. It didn’t matter. None of it mattered. Trying to cling on to any part of her life was going to be meaningless, the audience would just strip it all away anyway… she’d be dragged back to the show… they’d change something else about her and then they’d dump her back here… to live it again… to experience another humiliating flash of her life.

She would, for the rest of her life, have to kneel down to rest… and offer to service any man with her mouth when kneeling. Unless she found a reverse change box and it didn’t backfire… or she found the wish, and got out of it, this was permanent… this was something she was going to have to live with forever, whether she wanted it or not.

Maybe it wouldn’t matter, maybe, she realised perversely, that if they did something even worse to her then this would pale in comparison. Was there any point in trying to maintain her relationships with anyone the way that they were now if they were all, inevitably, going to be ruined anyway?

Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door, and the sound of wet bare feet slapping against the cool tile. Pixie braced in horror, not again!

“Pix?” Emma’s voice echoed into the room, “Oh, sorry, were you asleep?”

I’m kneeling on the floor?! I don’t… please don’t tell me you think I sleep like this… do I sleep like this?!

“N-n-no… just uh… resting…” She stammered quietly.

Emma was wrapped in a beach towel, her hair soaked from a dip in the pool, her bright blue bikini shiny with water, “… why don’t you come out and kneel on the sun-loungers with us?”

Pixie sobbed, cringing, “I… I'm just tired... from the flight... I think I’d rather…”

She didn’t get a chance to finish her sentence.