Chapter 4
by 
OathkeeperPath
Anything happen in the night?
Enough to take your breath away.
Again you part with him in tears, this is becoming an unwelcome theme, but you can't seem to make yourself care.
The trip home was awkward, panties rubbing in a weird way the whole time, 'If I'm going to be stuck in these things until hes bored, I wish I had at least gotten the right size, I just needed to get out of there tho.'
At home sleep didn't come easily, too afraid to take the panties off and they felt weird being so baggy under your pajamas.
Your dreams are full of giant hands controlling you again, but now you know why.
Morning comes and for a second you forget what happened the last two days, excited to enjoy most of your summer before having to set yourself up for college.
That fantasy is broken when you make your way to the rest room and see your new underwear.
You get back to your room and mull around watching tv for a bit, unsure of what to do.
'All my plans are toast, Jill is done with me, and I'm basically waiting on Jordan to call and make my day worse.'
Not finding the solution to any of your problems zoning out on your bed watching TV you turn it off in frustration, but with no better ideas you just lay on your bed staring at the ceiling, replaying everything.
*BUZZ*BUZZ
"Fuck." you groan, "That's probably Jordan." you check the number, only to see a blocked number. You hesitate for a second before deciding to pick it up.
"H-hello?" Your voice sounds meeker than you expected.
"Hey, I want to make something clear." Jordan's voice comes across the line, cool and detached, you can tell he's been crying, may have never really stopped. "You are my property, you belong to me. I will use you as I see fit, and there's nothing you can do to stop me. You will obey me, you will do everything I ask. And if you don't," His voice turns threatening, "I'll make you wish you never even heard of me."
'I already do.' You can feel the anger in his voice, the pain behind his words, you can't find your self caring right now but your smart enough and calm enough to not voice those thoughts. "What do you want?" You manage to spit out.
Jordan laughs bitterly. "What do I want? You broke my heart and then had the gall to defend that backstabber." You feel your mouth slam shut when you go to talk, now was not the time to poke the nest. "What I want is for you to know what the last few years have felt like!"
'Shit, I need to say something to get him to calm down.' your mind races trying to find a way to salvage things, "I'm sorry." Is all you can **** out. 'What does he mean, years? He said that yesterday too, but I thought things had been going good for him, with the cheerleaders basically adopting him as a younger bother and protecting him from the bullies, he really came into his own. This isn't just about rejecting him and what ever Jill did?'
"Yeah well, we'll see how sorry you are when we get done."
'Oh fuck, that does not sound promising'
"But for now," Jordan's voice drops an octave, sending a shiver down your spine. " Your going to get yourself nice and hard for me."
You feel a strange heat wash over you, your body betraying you. You let out a strangled moan, the feeling of arousal mixed with a hint of fear sending a shock through your body.
"Oh, what a lovely sound, now I know just how to make you moan and whine."
You let out another moan, unable to form words, your cock straining against the lacy panties. You feel a tingle of pleasure as your cock rubs against the silky material, a flush creeping over your skin.
Jordan lets out a breathy laugh. "Mm, so easy, so sensitive. I like you like this." You can hear the satisfaction in his voice. "You'll be staying like this while you take care of your next task, like the girls did to me."
You want to ask what that last part meant but only a groan escapes. "GGuuHH"
"If you want to catch the eye of the cute guys out there, we need to get you all cute, yesterday was the first step, but its not enough, you can't expect to be able to concentrate on your date if your cute panties are bothering you 'cause you're not used to 'em. Go to the big box store and buy enough for everyday of the week, then go home and throw out all your boxers. Then hand wash and set your Victoria Secret's pair to dry, its your sexiest pair, for now, so take care of them." Jordan hung up with that, no warning, just a dial tone.
"That fucker." you whisper, your cock still throbbing, your skin still tingling as you remain hard but it no longer feels like your stretching it from the inside out.
After changing, keeping the panties on underneath and having to wedge your cock in your pants to hide your constant erection, you head out the door, hoping that the task at least will be easy to accomplish. You can only imagine the things Jordan will have you do if you fail.
As you're leaving your room, you run into your dad coming up the stairs.
"Hey, uh, just heading out to the store for a bit. Do we need anything?"
"No, everything is good here, are you OK, you look like shit son."
That was so your dad, caring but with out a single bit of tact. You don't like lying to him so you go with a half truth. "Jill dumped me again and blocked my number, and I can't win her back like usual because she did it after leaving town. I'll be fine, I'm just not right now." You look away so your dad can't see you're leaving things out, he's good at reading you, but tends to let things go if you signal your not ready to talk.
A look of anger and pity crosses your father's face. You just know your dad wants to go into over protective dad mode, but had been restraining himself since highschool began, to 'let you fight your own battles kid, but the second you ask, I'm there.' Man was rough around the edges but cared deeply for you and mom.
"If that changes, let me know." With a hand on your shoulder, the closest thing to a hug the man ever gets, he continues. "What do I always say? 'When your going through hell-'. "
"'Grit your teeth and keep going. I'll be back in a bit, don't worry, I'm ok." You walk past your father, feeling the worry in his stare as you go so you add. "And I remember what you used to say too, before mom got onto you about swearing, 'When life's a bitch, be a bastard.'"
You were both almost smiling when you left.
On your way out your front gate, you hear a familiar voice calling to you from behind. "Hey! You! Wait up!"
You turn around, expecting to see Jordan, but to your surprise, it's his cheer captain and sort of older sister. She was the captain of the freshmen team when you guys got into high school.
"Brit? What are you doing here?"
"Jordan asked me to do him a favor and get this for you, I'd love to stay and chat so you can spill the tea about how he finally bagged you, but I have got to run, here you go." She hands you a backpack and then leaves in a hurry.
Standing there confused but wanting to get Jordan's task done before he gets any ideas, you throw the bag in the back of your car, planning to check it when you got back, not wanting to open it in public.
'Man this is so not how I wanted to spend the summer.' you think to yourself as you get into your car, 'I want to just get through this, get through today at least.'
As you start driving to the store, you can't help but let your mind wander back to the feeling of the lace rubbing against your sensitive skin, the way the cool fabric sent shivers through your body. Your mind wanders further as your thoughts shift to the feeling of your cock straining against the tight lacy panties. You can feel yourself still hard and horny, the sensation manageable now but still causing a constant background noise of arousal.
You struggle to keep your mind focused on the task at hand, knowing that Jordan will be watching. The store is near empty, still being the morning of a week day.
'If I want to survive this, I need to keep my head in the game, he said this was about putting you through what he went through, maybe if I do a good job of it I can get this whole thing over with quicker. He'll see I get it and finally let me talk enough to sort this out. Then he can move on and forget about me.'
The thought brings you comfort. If you could just get through this, everything would be fine. You feel your shoulders relax and a sense of calm wash over you. You grab a cart and begin making your way through the store, gathering everything on your list.
As you wander the aisles, you find yourself looking at everything in a new light, Jordan had been trying to impress you all these year, not just had a small crush. He had gone through a lot if true, even if he did it to himself. 'Or was it himself, he did say 'like the girl did to me'?' The questions weigh on your mind as you find your way to the register cart with four packs of boyshorts panties in your size. The clerk, an older gentleman, seems to pick up on your uneasiness, and offers a smile.
You hear him say under his breath as you walk away, "Kids these day."
You get out of the store as fast as you can and heading home, glad nothing like the mall happened.
You pull up to your home and walk into your house. Your mom is already up for work. "Morning dear, shopping?"
"Yeah, I bought a few necessities a friend told I'd need for college." You say as you try to hide a straight view of the bags with your body, without looking like you are.
"You look like something is eating you, did something happen yesterday with Jill, you seemed like you had been looking forward to that night but she wasn't here when we got back?"
"I'm just going through the stages, I'm at bargaining, she blocked me and is done, I'll be fine, I'll win her back like I usually do, just got to figure out the how, ya' know." You give her the same half truth as your dad. "I'm going to go organize my room and throw some things out to make moving to the dorms easier, I don't want to talk about it now." You put a fake smile on your face and head up stairs. With the shopping bag and the backpack from Brit.
The first thing you do is check the backpack from Brit. Opening the backpack reveals a picture and a pile of clothes.
Your stomach drops as you realize the implication. The picture of you from high school cheerleader tryouts, with you facing away from Jordan as he was heading back into the lockers, tears in his eye's. The back of it read -For Jordan, First attempt to impress, it may not have gone well but use this as fuel to do better next time sweetie, from Jill with love. xoxo-
You remember this, it was end of freshman year and it was cheer-leading tryouts for next year.
Jordan was trying out, in a line up with all the other girls as they did their routine, he had on a girls uniform instead of a guys. At the time you didn't pay him any mind as he did his routine, you were here to watch and support Jill, having just gotten back with her after another break up.
He ended up being the laughing stalk the next day, it would have been worse but the cheerleaders defended him like a pack of guard dogs, that's when he became their unofficial mascot and 'adopted' brother.
'This is what he meant by years, and Jill encouraged it?'
Putting the picture down, he pulled out the pile of clothes, it was a cheer outfit, a girls one. The same style as the one from freshman/sophomore year.
You got a really bad feeling about this. That's when Jordan calls.
"So what did you think of my surprise?"
You don't feel like talking. "It wasn't pleasant. How'd you get those things, why'd Brit deliver it, why a girls cheer outfit." You tried to not show your frustration but it leaked in anyway.
"Brit was Jill's friend first, before the cheer-leading team took me in, Jill convinced her to help play with my emotions. Brit really did believed she was helping so when she found out the truth, she offered to actually help me. She really is a nice girl when Jill dosen't have her wound up. As to the cheer uniform, well its because its the first public thing they had me do to try and get you. I get it, you loved your girlfriend so much that she could get away with just about anything with out repercussion, well your girl friend Jill did a number on me. I told you, I'm going to make you feel how it felt."
You go to protest. "Jordan, please, I didn't know-"
"Ah ah ah, no talking back, I'm finally not listening to lies from you two, and because Jill already left and isn't coming back, It all falls on you. Its time for you to do as your told. Finish throwing out your boxers and pack your panties away, you have a long day of 'being' a cheerleader tomorrow and need your beauty sleep." For the first time since this started it doesn't sound like he had been crying.
This boils your rage over, no longer thinking, you tell him. "Fuck off, I'm not responsible for what she did or what you think I did. I'm not doing it!"
The words hung in the air as your phone went silent, Instead of a retort he had hung up.
A sense of dread washed over you as you waited for Jordan's next move. Calling back got you nowhere as his number was still 'caller ID blocked' and you didn't have his number.
The seconds seemed to stretch into an eternity.
The feeling of something creeping down your neck broke the tension, a feeling that had become all to familiar, as the sensation moved down your back. You tried to swat away the intrusion, but found your body unwilling to cooperate, as it continued its journey down your body.
You struggled to keep yourself upright as your knees grew weak. Your breathing became ragged as you felt the heat radiating from your body, a sheen of sweat coating your skin.
It felt like every nerve was on fire. Your vision swam, a wave of dizziness overtaking you, your thoughts muddled by a growing haze of lust.
As your body buckled, you felt a pair of arms catching you before your face made contact with the ground. "What are you doing?!" Jordan's voice hissed in your ear, the words laced with venom.
You looked up to see Jordan's face, Ghostly and giant above you.
You try to speak but only droll comes out as your body is tortured with pleasure.
"Do you really want to test me?!" It was clearly rhetorical as he didn't wait for an answer and his ghostly hand set the Voodoo Doll down, and thus you down. What ever power he had over you was in overdrive, there was a superimposed giant version of Jordan and his room over your, like the floor of your room was his bedroom desk. "Maybe its time for a more permanent punishment. To drive things home."
Out the corner of your eye you could see the fabric of the voodoo doll flash in and out of existence over your body.
Now more than ever you felt like his play thing. You couldn't control your actions or speak to try and de escalate things. You were powerless as his hands manipulated you.
"No... No..noo" your words came out as moans instead of protest as Jordan began to caress and explore your body, sending a wave of pleasure coursing through your veins.
Your cock throbbed as it rubbed against the silky material of the lace panties you were wearing, the feeling of arousal mixing with the tingling sensation of being caressed by a ghost.
You struggled to catch your breath as Jordan teased your sensitive skin.
Jordan's lips curled into a cruel grin. "So easy to make you squirm." You could hear the satisfaction in his voice as he watched you writhe in pleasure.
Jordan's hands trailed along your skin, his ghostly fingers leaving a tingling trail in their wake. He seemed to be talking to himself as he kept your mind over loaded. "What should I do to you, maybe take away your ability to speak? No. but maybe alter it? mmmmh."
You wanted to say something, anything to break the silence, to distract your mind from the pleasure coursing through your veins. Your attempts were futile, as the only sounds that escaped your lips were moans and groans of pleasure.
"I have the perfect idea, I'm going to take away your voice. Don't worry, you won't be speechless."
He finally stopped touching you, but laid you face down, you couldn't see what he was doing but enjoyed the relative peace of previous sensory overload, droll and moans still coming out of you.
After a fem minutes and feeling like you've cum at least once, the near black out level of sensory overload comes back.
Jordan has something in his hands and is forcing it down the dolls throat.
The pain mixes with the pleasure and you make sounds you've only heard guys make in femdom porn.
Your moans change when he says a word you can't remember, even as his says it, and removes this finger.
It sounds like your in a porno still but decidedly a different type. You sound like a porn actress, like the sluts you loved to watch when you and your ex were in another break-up.
Jordan smiles at you with the biggest smile you have ever seen him make, clearly getting a lot of sick joy from this. "I like you like that."
With a snap of his fingers you moan and cum. "Oh yeah, we are going to have fun. Good night slut. I expect you to finish your task by morning, or expect more punishment, I'll have your new instructions sent when your done." He finishes with a yawn and pats his doll's head almost lovingly, then everything is back to normal.
"What the fu- Oh god my voice is still a chicks!"
You look in your dresser mirror and you still look like you, the only girly thing about you are the panties and the voice. 'For now, if he keeps pushing me I don't know if I won't lash out again, what else can he do, how do I explain this when people hear me? Shit. My options seem to be, get embarrassed by acting this out or deal with what ever the fuck that was every time I say no.'
Knowing the best course of action was to keeps your head down and being able to do it were two different things.
'I can at least not make it worse right now, I'll try to keep myself in check as we go, not much more I can do.'
You toss the cum stained clothes you are wearing into the hamper, thankful you do your own laundry, and pull on a clean pair of boy shorts and pants.
An hour later and all your boxers are in the trash and the drawer is filled with panties.
You pass out on top of your covers, too tired to even take your pants off.