Confronting Troy

When Mia decided to confront Troy back at the house, Sarah had insisted on driving. Initially, Mia had been **** to accept, but Sarah rightly pointed out that when her pussy could get assaulted at any time, she couldn't drive herself, and taking the train was out of the question. Glancing over to the passenger seat, Sarah's gaze lingered on Mia for a moment; her hair a mess, clothes stained with sweat and other fluids, Sarah was struck by just how beautiful Mia looked when she was ravaged.

As they approached the house, Sarah parked her car a few houses down, close enough that Mia could make a quick getaway if she needed. Mia sat for a moment, looking up at the house in trepidation. She took deep breaths, chest heaving as she tried to calm her nerves. Sarah couldn't help but notice the way her nipples stood at attention, poking their way out beneath her shirt.

After a moment, Sarah broke the silence, leaning close and placed her hand gently on Mia's shoulder.

"Alright, Mia," Sarah prompted, her breath warm against her ear, "You go in there and tear this fucker a new asshole. I'm here if you need me."

Mia nodded silently, flashing a small smile back at Sarah. And then she was gone. Mia marched right up to the front door and let herself in. Sarah could only watch and hope.

Once inside, Mia wasn't surprised to find the house empty. Troy rarely had visitors around, even when he wasn't using magic dolls to sexually taunt her. She immediately made her way up the stairs, the creaking of the old staircase echoing through the house.

As she neared Troy's door, she started thinking through her plan. What exactly was her plan? Confront Troy about the doll, and then- what? Ask him to stop? Steal this doll as well? Before she knew it, Mia found herself standing in front of Troy's closed door, second guessing herself. Stealing the last doll had barely slowed Troy down. Did she really want to antagonise him further? Maybe she could just live with-

No. She couldn't think like that. She would figure out how Troy was doing this. How the doll worked. And then she would craft an escape. Mia drew a deep breath, and planted two loud knocks on Troy's door. She heard a shuffle happening inside, and then Troy's voice.

"Uh, who is it?"

Mia paused a moment. Part of her wanted to throw the door open, burst in and grab the doll out of Troy's hands. But she had to play it safe. She didn't know what other magic Troy had.

"It's Mia." she said, firmly, "We need to talk."

Mia swung the door open, revealing Troy at his desk in only a pair of boxers. His erection had them tented, and Mia shuddered at the sight.

"Hey, Mia. What's up?" he asked, faking concern.

Mia's eyes swept Troy's desk, but another doll was nowhere to be seen. She stayed standing in the doorway, and met his eyes with a determined glare.

"I know what you've been doing, Troy," she said, projecting a confidence she didn't feel, "and it's disgusting."

Troy's exhaled and rolled his eyes. "And what have I been doing, Mia? Masturbating?"

"Cut the shit, Troy!" Mia bit back, taking a step inside the room. "You've been using voodoo dolls to- to play with me."

"Voodoo dolls?" Troy's smile faded. "Mia, you're being ridiculous. You've been reading too much of your wizard school fanfic."

"Don't lie to me, Troy," Mia hissed, "I saw the doll."

Troy looked at Mia for a moment, confused. When had she seen the doll? The first night, or the second? Did she think he still had it? Troy hadn't wanted to play his hand quite yet, but she wasn't giving him much choice.

"Mia," he replied, a sudden menace to his words, "if I had something like that, just imagine what I could do to you."

Mia held Troy's gaze, trying to hide her fear bubbling beneath the surface. Troy watched her for a moment, then frowned slightly. Looks like he was doing this the hard way.

"But since you're taking such an interest in my masturbation habits, let me show you my new toy."

A moment, after some shuffling, Troy raised a pink tube that Mia almost immediately recognised as a fleshlight. She scrunched her nose in disgust.

"Gross. A fleshlight. You're such a fucking pervert."

Troy's lips curled. "Oh, but it's not just any fleshlight. You see, it's self-lubricating. It seems to always be dripping wet."

Troy turned the pussy end of the fleshlight to face Mia, and she froze. The pubic hair, the curves, the lips; it was hers. Nausea overtook her and she braced herself in the doorway as Troy continued taunting her.

Without taking his eyes off Mia's, Troy stuck out his tongue and dragged the fleshlight across it. Mia squirmed as she felt his tongue wipe across her wet folds.

"You see, Mia, this thing is just constantly dripping, no matter what I do." Even as he was talking, grool dripped onto the floor from between the pussy lips of the Mia fleshlight. "Do you think that's normal?"

"Maybe you're using it too much," Mia offered through gritted teeth.

"Nonsense," Troy said, running his fingers along the slit. Mia bit her lower lip as he poked and prodded it in front of her, watching her reaction. "I haven't even used it to its fullest potential yet. This thing is so lifelike, think of the possibilities."

Mia's blood ran cold at his words. "What do you mean?"

Troy turned the toy to "face" her again, putting her pussy on display. "Oh, I was thinking I could stylise it, maybe dye the pubic hair. Bright green? Maybe purple?" He mused, gripping the public hair tightly. Mia winced as he pulled on it.

After a moment, he released the pubic hair from his grip, much to Mia's relief. Less to her relief, however, he began to pinch her clit between his thumb and index finger, and roll it between his fingers. Mia braced herself as he continued toying with it.

"Perhaps I could give it a piercing," Troy suggested, "Do you prefer clit or labial piercings?" Troy kept watching Mia. She didn't respond. "No preference? We could always do both I guess."

"Of course, if it's already getting a piercing, we're probably going to a tattoo parlour. I'm sure I could come up with all kinds of fun tattoos."

Mia hit her limit. "You're disgusting," she spat, outraged. "You won't get away with this."

"What do you mean, Mia?" he said, condescendingly, slowly inserting a finger into the fleshlight's wet opening. "I'm just playing with my new toy." Troy looked to the fleshlight, and then back to Mia. "Well, one of them."

Troy's movement slowed, his finger still inside, and then inserted a second finger, before suddenly pumping them back and forth inside the toy, rubbing the clit with his thumb. Mia clenched, bracing herself again against the doorway, and let out a small moan.

"Maybe I should leave a dildo or vibrator in there for a day or two, just to wear it in a bit." Troy smirked, then suddenly removed his fingers, making Mia gasp. She stood there for a moment, her pussy clenching, trying to grasp something that wasn't there.

As Mia stood there, struggling to maintain her composure, Troy licked the pussy juice off his fingers, then brought the fleshlight to his mouth and sucked more fluid from inside. Mia couldn't help but let out another small moan at the stimulation.

"Delicious." Troy seemed to revel in Mia's horrified expression. "Maybe I could open a stall, sell the juice as a health drink. Of course, we'd need a lot more juice."

"What do you want from me, Troy?" Mia asked, her voice trembling. "Just tell me!"

It was time for Troy to enact his plan. He wasn't sure how long the fleshlight would last - the doll had disappeared quickly. He needed an insurance policy, something that would give him control even without the doll. This was his chance to take command of Mia.

Troy smirked, and Mia regretted asking even before he spoke. "Well, Mia, I don't really need much," Troy said, playfully rubbing his hand along the edge of the fleshlight. "I just want to play with you for the next three days."

"Three days? What do you mean?" Mia put on her best poker face, hiding as much as she could.

"I want you to go on with your life, just like you normally would," Troy explained. "Go to class, go to the gym, go clothes shopping. But I want to make sure you're doing it, so I have a few conditions."

"Starting tomorrow, you'll send me selfies throughout the day, proving that you're not just sitting alone in your room. Try to make them worth my time." Troy waited, gauging her reaction, the barely suppressed outrage on her face.

"And what if I would normally just sit in my room?" Mia asked, defiantly.

Troy thought for a moment, and Mia felt a tiny bit of hope, until she saw him smile. "I suppose we can make that work too. I'll keep my actions appropriate." Mia raised an eyebrow at that. "Well, proportionately. If you're alone in your bedroom, there are basically no limits."

Troy paused for a moment, then continued. "I'll also send you a few instructions, via text. Nothing outrageous, but make sure to follow them."

Mia felt her anger bubbling up again, but she pushed it back down. "And if I don't?" she asked, struggling to stay calm.

Troy smiled, but not with his eyes. "Then I'll have to find other ways to entertain myself," he said. "And believe me, Mia, I have plenty of other ideas."

"So, do we have a deal?" Troy looked at Mia's expression. She was definitely frustrated with this arrangement, but she was considering it.

Mia tried to think things through. He wanted her to be in public. Why? To humiliate her. Well, he was going to do that anyway, but allegedly he'd go easier on her if she followed the rules. She wasn't sure she believed it, but there wasn't much harm in agreeing. If he ramped things up too much, she could just go back to her room anyway, and keep trying to figure a way out of this mess. It wasn't like she had much choice to begin with.

"Okay," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "Fine."

"Wonderful!" Troy said, bringing the pussy to his mouth and giving the clit a celebratory kiss, before putting the fleshlight down. Mia was tempted to grab it and run, but she figured Troy would have a failsafe in place. Better to play the long game.

"We'll meet back here after three days," Troy announced happily. "This calls for some fruit. Would you like a grape?"

Troy reached the desk behind him and picked up a bowl full of grapes, then reached forward, offering them to Mia.

"Sorry they're a little mushed, they got crushed in the fermenting process."

As soon as Mia looked into the bowl, she realised what these were. Where these had been. The soft, elastic balls. This is what he had put inside her. Fucking grapes.

Troy reached into the bowl and popped one of the grapes in his mouth.

"They've picked up a distinct flavour. It's quite a treat."

Troy's laughter echoed as Mia stormed out of his room, slamming the door as she left. Then she started packing.

Three days. She could survive three more days. She just had to figure out how to fight back.