Flight Risk

Your friends spoke to you from only a few feet away, but you could barely hear them. Up until that moment, you had kept an irrational belief that you’d somehow get out of this and keep your friends none the wiser. That you’d fly home, deal with these accursed piercings, and then cook up a story so good that they accepted it and forgot all this lunacy ever happened. That delusion was shattered completely when they saw you in this state: naked from the waist down, chains across your body, with a far larger ass than you’d arrived with and the results of your tryst with the Captain leaking into your hand. Whatever impulse allowed you to flee in the park completely abandoned your body, leaving you struck dumb and frozen like a deer in headlights.

Your jaw refused to move. Your tongue stuck to the floor of your mouth. Your brain seemed unable to form words. You want to blame the demon for that, but you can’t. This is all of the crippling shame seizing your muscles at once. It also seems to have affected them, because none of the three speak after Samia spoke. The seconds feel like hours.

“What…happened to you?” Hannah asked. She always wanted to know what happened, usually so she could gossip to someone else. But her face showed legitimate worry and, surprising you very deeply, she did not seem to pity you. You wondered if you could have done the same in her shoes.

“We were worried.” Maryam added softly when you didn’t respond. They all nodded. Your lip quivered, you still couldn’t find the words to describe your ordeal. Samia rose and pulled you into a hug before you could jerk away or warn her, but the demon stayed quiet. Perhaps he is sated after the fiasco with the Captain. Maryam and Hannah join you, wrapping their arms around you as well. You momentarily panic at the memory of the men crowding in to grope you on the subway train, but your friends only squeeze you tighter.

The small kindness breaks the dam inside you, and soon tears are flowing down your cheeks. They silently hold you, allowing you to sob through the stress of everything you’d endured. Once you finally feel a semblance of humanity again, you thank them in a croaky voice.

“Of course, habibi.” Samia gently guides you to the bed and starts giving orders to the others. Hannah hustles to make you a cup of tea, while Maryam offers you some warm and wet washcloths to help clean the dirt and grime from your body. Once you’ve had a few sips, your voice is nearly back to normal.

“What happened?” Samia strokes your shoulder.

“I haven’t been myself…” You struggle with the best way to describe it that doesn’t make you sound like a mental patient. But after struggling through a few euphemistic attempts to describe the situation, you realize you just have to go for it.

“I’m cursed. And I meant that seriously. Cursed with magic.” You rattle the chains for emphasis then cringe for a long moment, expecting the three to break out in mocking laughter at you for thinking something so stupid. If anyone was going to, Samia would start it. You look at her with worry in your eyes, and she regards you with real love and compassion, in a way you weren’t sure you’d felt from her before. She pulls you into another hug, knocking the tea cup from your hand and spilling the thankfully lukewarm remains on your thigh. You feel a huge weight lift when your friends embrace you again. And with that support, you tell them everything.

“That explains why you ran in the park.” Samia said once you’d reached the end of the tale.

“Yes,” You admit. “And that’s when it gave me this.” You pulled your hand away from your pussy - no point in trying to cover it any more, the truth was all out now - and showed them the short chain connecting it to your clit ring.

“Let me see.” Maryam asked. She was far and away the biggest jewelry aficionado of the group, and she honed right in on the ring.

“It’s cursed, I can’t take it-” You stop as Maryam disconnects the chain from the ring with her delicate fingers, freeing your hand. “How did you do that?”

“There are small releases, if you know where to look.” She said, It's humiliating again to let her inspect your clit ring so closely, especially as you know how badly it smells of sex, but she doesn’t make any sharp comments or nasty quips. Soon she pops the chain off of your clit and frees the one connecting your nipples.

“Sorry I can’t seem to find a way to get the piercings out for now, but once we’re home then I can help more.” Maryam squeezed your hand.

“But you won’t be home for days.” Your shoulders sag again.

“Nonsense.” Hannah shows you her phone - you hadn’t even noticed her on it - and it has the receipt for return tickets for the three of them on the same flight as the one you’d booked earlier. “We’re taking you home, Ms. Jasmine. Come on, grab a shower and a change and we’ll pack for you.”

The water is heaven sent, and the heat helps to soothe your sore muscles and wash away some of the debasement of the day. Your friends left you a comfortable tracksuit and sneakers to use as a travel outfit and packed the rest of your things into your suitcase, including your purse which Samia had thankfully taken from the park. Fortunately the tracksuit bottoms are stretchy enough to accommodate your newly expanded backside. The flight time was approaching quickly, so you grabbed the bag and headed for the elevator. Your friends were waiting in the hallway, also packed and ready to go. It was nerve-wracking to leave your room again, but you were buoyed by your friends’ support. They formed a protective formation around you, and while you knew the demon wouldn’t be stopped by such a move, it made you feel so much better that you nearly cried all over again.

Hannah brought up the rental car from the parking structure and collected the rest of you, then they helped you into the back seat and loaded the trunk with everyone’s bags. Maryam and Samia moved in on the other side of you, continuing their physically protective gestures even as the car pulled out into the city traffic.

“It’s ok, Jaz.” Samia whispered softly. “You’re safe now.”

“Thank you…” After the repeated adrenaline rushes from the park and the hotel, you were almost pathetically exhausted. You lay your head on Samia’s shoulder and the woman put her arm around you. She gently stroked your arm and hummed a familiar melody softly as Hannah steered you all to the airport. You had fallen asleep before you crossed the bridge.

The sensation of Maryam and Samia climbing out of the car jolted you awake. You yawned deeply, trying to rub the sleep from your eyes as you slid yourself out the door and onto the curb. You open your eyes expecting to find the cacophony of the airport and instead are greeted with the darkness and quiet of nature. The car is parked halfway across a steel bridge only two lanes wide, stretching across a large river. You whip your head around to see the lights of the city well into the distance, and they are the only lights you can see other than the headlights of the rental car. There are no other cars or houses within sight. Hannah has apparently driven you out past the city limits and into the countryside.

“Hannah?!?” You call out. “You idiot! You got us lost! We’re going to miss the flight!”

Hannah emerges from behind the car, holding your suitcase.

“Oh we missed the flight an hour ago, Jaz.” She gives you a big, broad smile as she steps up to the railing of the bridge. Then, without even breaking eye contact, she pitches your suitcase over the rail and down into the water below. You run to the edge and cry out as you watch it sink into the dark water. It had everything in it: Your IDs, your money, your clothes, your phone, your computer… everything you’d need to get home.

You turn to scream at Hannah, “Why would you do that?!?!” But Samia and Maryam suddenly rush you and grab your arms from either side, shoving you back up against the railing. Hannah steps forward and strokes your cheek.

“Jasmine, we talked about this.” It’s your friend's voice, but the demon’s words. Your eyes quickly dart to Samia and Maryan’s faces, and they all have the same expression as the men from the train. Your brief respite is very much over and you’re once again left frozen and speechless.

“I try to give you a little fun in the park, you run. I try to give you a little fun on the train, you run. I try to give you a little fun in the hotel, you run. I tell you specifically that you can’t just fly away, so you tell all your friends and head for the airport.” Hannah has a way of layering disappointment into her voice when she’s annoyed, and the demon assumed that talent with ease. “I am at my wit’s end with you.”

Suddenly Samia and Maryam start pushing against your upper body. They are pushing so hard that your feet start to lift off the ground, and you panic at the thought that they might toss you over the edge itself. You can swim, but it's a huge drop into freezing cold water. “Stop! Stop! I’m sorry!” They let up slightly, enough that your toes can reach the pavement, but still leaving you bent backwards over the edge and ****. “I’m sorry! I won’t run again, I swear!”

All three of your friends burst out in perfectly synchronized laughing. The effect is absolutely terrifying.

“That’s an easy promise to make when I just pitched all your luggage into the river.” The demon said. “But it’s the thought that counts.” Your friends grab at the collar of your sweatsuit and tear it with inhuman strength, ripping it to shreds. You struggle uselessly, but wordlessly. You want to scream and beg for them to stop, but that has only made things worse. Every. Single. Time.

Once they have stripped you to your socks and shoes, Samia and Maryam use the fabric to bind your wrists and ankles to the cold railing of the bridge, leaving you nude and spread eagled on a deserted rural road. Once they are finished, Samia and Maryam spin on their heels and climb back into the car, not even looking back at you as they do. Hannah approaches again, this time placing her hands on your breasts.

“Please…” You beg, hoping that framing it less as a ‘No’ might help. But the demon does not seem convinced. Just as with your ass, you feel that sense of growth as your tits swell under the demon’s hands, growing at least two full cup sizes before he is satisfied.

“Perfect hourglass.” He says, as if expecting you to agree. “But these are going to be hard to handle without a little…” Hannah’s voice trails off. Her hands reach up to your neck and you panic all over again as her fingers tighten around your throat. When she pulls them away after a moment, you feel the weight of the leather collar left behind. Hannah produces the chains that Maryam had only just taken off of you, and with a few deft moves of her fingers, the two lengths of chain were molded into one single chain, which the demon connects back to your nipples but cruelly runs up through a small ring in the front of your collar. The effect is to hoist your newly heavy breasts up by the nipples and hold them there by the taut chain. You let out a pained wail at your newly modified body. The horror of being… shaped by this creature is driving you nearly insane. Even if you had any clothes left, none of them could cover this - you couldn’t go anywhere without people knowing immediately what kind of woman you are.

Hannah turned around and began swinging the car keys around her fingers as she stepped to the driver’s seat.

“Hey! You can’t just leave me here!” You yanked against the cloth rags holding you in place.

“I can and I did, Jaz.” Hannah winked over her shoulder as she opened the door. She started the engine and U-turned the car back towards the city. She stopped next to Jasmine and rolled down the driver’s window. “Don’t worry though, your friends won’t remember any of this, including why they each spent thousands on a plane ticket they didn’t use. Better think of a good explanation. Oh, and Jasmine... try to have some fucking fun.”

The three resumed their horrid communal laughter as Hannah burned out the tires and roared off into the night. You twist and struggle mightily against your binds as the taillights disappear around a distant curve. The knots the demon used to bind you down are strong, but the fabric is stretchy and weak, and you can already feel that you can work yourself free. Whether you can do so before someone drives by and finds you splayed out like this is another matter.

As you start working on the bonds to get out, you try to take stock of your situation: You’re lost in the middle of nowhere, naked except for your bondage gear, and tied to a bridge by the remains of the last set of clothing you had on this side of the Earth. You friends don’t know where you are, you have no way of contacting each other, you’re now all broke, and a demon has chosen to personally fuck with you.

You guess it’s time to have some fun.