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Chapter 9 by Dissonant Soundtrack Dissonant Soundtrack

What's your answer?

Let her go!

“You’re lying about her.” You swat at Samia’s leg, accomplish nothing. This thing wants to **** your friend but you can’t give in to it! “Let. Her. Go.”

He shrugged. “She could have enjoyed this.” Samia’s hands went to the waistband of her pants, and with strength not of this Earth, he casually ripped them off her body, tossing the shredded pants and expensive panties over his shoulder into the bushes. Her toned legs ended in a neatly trimmed landing strip bush, which you had just a second to see before Samia suddenly stepped back and covered herself up.

“Jasmine?!” The vamping grin was gone from her face and the panic returned to her voice. It may have left Samia, but it wasn’t done with you two. Once again you try to sit up, but feel an invisible weight slam into your chest, shoving you onto your back and pinning your arms to the dirt. Samia’s eyes dart to your crotch, and you feel the hands unbuttoning your jeans with deliberate moves. Slowly. To torment.

“It’s going to be ok Samia…” You say, not feeling that confidence one bit. The hands pull your pants down, baring your intimate parts to the sky. Shamefully, the fluids from your first orgasm glisten on your skin in the daylight. You see just a hint of something in Samia’s wide eyes, and realize maybe the creature wasn’t completely lying about her. But you’d already made a choice…

“Ahh!” Samia yelped as the chain on her own tits dragged her forward and down. She tripped on your shoulders and put up her arms to catch herself as she collapsed on your body again. Only this time her head landed on your thigh, leaving her legs straddling your head. With her hands free, that meant her pussy lips were hovering inches in front of your face, leaving no doubt as to the creature’s designs on the pair of you.

“It’s going to be ok, Samia…” You repeated, even less confidently than the first time. You felt a hard tug on the nipple chain downwards, and a small ‘click.’ You looked down and could barely make out that the two chains had been secured together, connecting the pair of you and locking you in this 69 position. And then… nothing. The creature stopped dragging you both, apparently standing back to laugh at the predicament you’d both found yourselves in.

“...Jasmine?” Samia asked softly. “Can you… unlock me?”

You reach down to try fumbling with the chain, but it’s not just twisted - it almost looks as if the links have been fused together. You’d need power tools to separate them, assuming the magic in this chain would even allow that.

“I… can’t.” You confess. “Whatever did this to us is too powerful.”

“Whatever did this?” Samia demanded. “I can’t remember how my pants got off, but I remember you called it ‘he’ before. Who is ‘he’?!”

“I don’t know! I don’t even know it's a he, I just… assumed.” You remember seeing a woman on the train, but this doesn’t feel like one. Maybe it’s both? Or neither?

“This definitely feels like a man’s handiwork.” Samia tugged at the chain. “Ow! Well, what do we do?”

“You can call our friends to come back.”

“No way.”

“We can wait for a police officer to come by.”

“Absolutely not.

“Then… we can give him what he wants?”

Absolutely not.” You could tell she was blushing as she refused. “Jasmine…”

“I didn’t ask for this either!” You protest. “It pulled me into the bushes and made me… touch myself. It clearly likes… watching.”

“Then it’s definitely a man.” Samia scoffed. “Are you sure it will work?”

You weren’t sure of anything, especially after it had said it was going to have its fun. But dragging your two faces into each other’s crotch was as clear a hint as ever.

“I am.” You feigned some confidence.

“When we’re done, you will never tell anyone.” Samia hissed. She quickly looked around and… ooooohhhh. You shuddered at the sensation of her tongue. Your pussy was still sensitive from your earlier climax and each tentative lick was intense. You closed your eyes, trying to imagine being somewhere other than a public park for such a otherworldly experience, but you only got to do that for a moment before Samia kneed the side of your head. “Come on, we need to get out of this.”

You picked your head off the dirt and slowly licked Samia’s lips. The taste was unlike anything you’d ever had before and very alluring. You were intoxicated by her scent before, but this close to her intimates it was overpowering. You licked harder, your tongue slipping between her folds and slightly inside her. She shuddered a little and licked you harder in return. Which spurred you to do the same, a silent agreement to do this as fast and efficiently as possible. You felt her fingers gently probe you, slipping inside to rub your inner walls. You’d felt your own fingers in there moments ago, but with cruder, more masculine movements. These were tender, feminine, and delightful. You had to reciprocate, and you did, the creature having released your arms for this purpose apparently.

The two of you enjoyed each other’s bodies, to the extent such a thing was possible in this situation. Neither of you was skilled in the oral arts, but you were both motivated by an intense need to get unshackled before someone found you like this. Surprisingly, Samia was the first to climax. She paused her own ministrations and used your inner thigh to muffle the screams of her orgasm. She unashamedly sat down on your face as she rode out the waves of pleasure, silently demanding that you continue your licking until she was through. You weren’t far behind, your second orgasm of the afternoon no less intense than the first as you convlsed on the ground. Samia rolled off the top of you and you both stared into the sky for a minute, holding hands and appreciating the afterglow. It took a while before you realized the chains had detached.

“Samia…?”

“Let’s get back to the hotel.” She insisted. Sitting up and turning away from you.


With Samia’s pants destroyed, you felt it only fair to let her borrow your jeans for the trip back. This left you in your soiled panties, with her jacket wrapped around your waist as a crude skirt. The cabbie gave you both a concerned eye in the rearview mirror, but Samia quickly came up with an story about a bicycle accident and he seemed mollified. He dropped you at the service entrance to your hotel and the staff quietly helped you to your room. Samia tried to head past your hotel door to her own room, but the invisible hand grabbed her nipple chains and dragged her into yours.

“He’s a rude bastard.” Samia rubbed her nipples, trying to get over the pain.

You cringed as she said it. “Maybe don’t insult him?”

“He’s a pervert and a deviant.” Samia said to the ceiling. It wasn’t clear why she assumed he’d be up there. But whether he was or not, he didn’t reply. Samia crossed her arms and looked defiant, like she’d shown that thing what’s what. “I’m taking a shower. I need to clean this afternoon off of me.” Before you could respond, she was into the bathroom and locked the door.

You grabbed your own phone off the nightstand, slightly miffed at being jumped for your own shower. You pulled off your filthy shirt and underwear, no point in modesty now after everything Samia had seen… and done. While you waited, you searched around the internet for ways to remove nipple chains, or maybe anything that would explain who this thing was and what it wanted from you. The search took you to a number of fetish websites, the kinds you wouldn’t dream of visiting under normal circumstances. The women in these photos… they looked as utterly debauched as you’d come to expect from the US, but also happy in a way you’d never have believed. You scrolled through the images in a semi-haze, your mind wandering and your finger moving of its own accord.

You stopped on a picture of a woman with breasts very much like your own, with a very similar nipple chain. Her face was cropped from the picture, but it was both exciting and scary in a strange way to see how much she looked like you. And to see how the commenters on the message board were reacting. They were crude and filthy men saying crude and filthy things, but you blushed knowing that you’d just gotten up to something even more depraved than even those men were proposing.

Wait.

You blinked, suddenly feeling like your head was clear. She didn’t look like you. That was you! You had the same small dirt smudges on your shoulders in the photo.

“Nononono!” You didn’t remember taking the photo, but you hadn’t remembered defacing the train car either. You frantically searched for a way to delete it, but apparently this site took anonymous uploads - so with no account, there was no way to pull it down. You toss your phone away from you before you can make the situation worse. But just as you do so, Samia emerges from the shower in a hotel bathrobe with her hair up under a towel.

“Jaz, we need to talk.”

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