Jasmine takes a trip

“But first, I think I’d like to soften you up a little, sort of tone down that insufferable self confidence you’ve been cursed with.”

I watched helplessly in the arms of these two bimbo’d up soccer girls as the disgusting pervert wrote again in that cursed book. Watched as he sat confident with my previous classmates (now little more than glorified sex dolls) prancing around him, worshiping his muscular form and that obscenely massive dick like some fucked up ancient ritual to a god of horrifically primal urges. I loathed his presence, what he’d turned me into, that he seemed to be so satisfied with himself up in a place that only I truly deserved. I had never wanted whatever the fuck this could be called, but now that I could see it, I hated him all the more for taking my place at the top of this hierarchy.

I screamed just as much into the hands blocking my airways, unable to even bite down on the hand blocking me with how infuriatingly strong these sluts were. Out of the corner of my eye I could see as much as feel my exaggeratedly massive tits wobbling wildly as I tried to even gain an inch against my constraints.

He finished writing, turning his smugly satisfied smirk on me as a… dark... hole? Suddenly appeared before me. It confused me to stare at, to see the light that seemed to bend at the edges while the center was just a black void of nothing. The unnatural appearance made me feel like something should be happening around it, like this thing shouldn’t be able to just... exist like this, like all of reality should e unraveling around it.

“You have no idea how satisfying this moment is for me Jasmine.” He said, his smug, deep voice causing a shudder within my womb that only made me hate him more.

“You can’t even think of all the nights that I imagined having you under my heel, **** to only exist for my pleasure, for you to call me master instead of demanding it for once.”

His face suddenly tensed, eyes squinting slightly as a frown grew above his muscular jaw.

“All of those times you singled me out even though you had no need to. You’ve always had it all, the fame, the beauty. You could’ve picked on anyone but because you’re a soulless bitch you had to pick on the one kid who could never have any of that.”

I rolled my eyes.

What a fucking loser.

His eyes widened, teeth visibly grinding in his square jaw.

“FINE! You fucking asked for this Jasmine!” he growled, the aggressiveness in his throaty voice both causing the girls around him to shy away at the same time that they all moaned.

“Throw her in girls! She needs to learn her place!”

Suddenly I felt the arms holding me toss me forwards with unquestioning speed, sending me straight into that dizzying hole of nothing.

I tried to yell something at him as I went into whatever fucked up thing this was but I barely had a “Fu-” out before I entered and everything just... stopped making sense.

My body, my mind, even time itself felt like it was slowly stretching out longer and longer. I couldn’t see, hear or feel anything and for some reason it felt as if it should only be for an instant that I was in this place, like it _was _just an instant… maybe? But that… stretching, I was infinitely aware of myself in this space, the lack of anything but my consciousness, all that I was slowly stretching out into infinity.

And then… it just stopped.

The only reason I knew it stopped was because of the sudden lack of that stretching sensation, like I’d just popped my ears after climbing up a big hill. There was a sudden shift, except I couldn’t tell when that shift had ever actually happened. How long had I been here? I couldn’t see or hear… actually I couldn’t actually feel anything either? Where was I?

And then I remembered.

That self satisfied grin on his muscular face and his last words to me as he tossed me into whatever this was.

So he wanted to break me was it? Well good fucking luck. It would take more than just some empty void and some magic book to turn me into his willing fuck slut.

I fought down the sudden spike of fear in my chest. Or, what should’ve been my chest…

I couldn’t even tell if I had a body anymore. There was just this endless nothingness and my thoughts, only my anger for Everette to let me know that I was still me.

I waited for a time, stewing on those simmering coals, running over in my mind the things that had happened over the past few… hours? All the changes that the little prick had caused to me and others, the infuriatingly horrible things he’d made me do without my knowledge. How he must have been laughing as he’d been using me as some sort of class sex doll while others watched. I mentally gagged just thinking about it.

How had I ever been proud to be his dick sucker?!

Alone, with my thoughts, I slowly became aware of a small, nudging warmth. It was so small at first that even despite my lack of anything other than my own thoughts, I didn’t notice the small… rubbing?

As it grew in presence, I finally noticed it, it’s odd motion, like a rising and falling pleasure deep in the recesses of my own mind. My focus moved towards it, not physically, but that was the best that I could visualize it in this place of nothing but me. It was a sensation both a part of me and not.

The closest I could compare it to would be the feeling I’d had a few times, of when I’d find a boy toy to play with for the night and I’d have him in between my spread legs as he did his very best to lick and suck…

Yet this feeling was as if it was only the raw pleasure without any of the physical parts, the rising and falling rumbling deep in my senses that would cause me to lose control at times as my heart shook and body shivered with excitement. All of that, only contained inside my mind, slowly building as this ethereal rubbing continued to move on the… clit? In my mind.

At first, when I noticed the thing I just ignored it, but there was literally nothing else to focus on in this endless void of nothing and… it _was _rather pleasant. None of the fumbling of an awkward boy trying to do his best to please me, no dealing with pandering idiots who can’t stop staring at me like I’m their hero or some shit. No, this was just raw pleasure, just… there, with no strings attached.

The slow back and forth was pleasant, but nowhere close to actually giving me any release... or that was how it was like in the beginning. Over a time that I had no ability gauge in terms of days or years, I realized the sensation seemed more furtive, that my arousal was reacting more to the stimulation on my mind-clit and that the “back and forth motion” had been slowly and minutely increasing its pace as time passed.

How much time? I had no fucking clue.

All there was, were my thoughts and the presence slowly grinding away at that part of me that was “arousal”.

I just knew it had been a long, long fucking time.

Had Everette finally forgotten about me? He did have a whole school full of sluts to fuck. Maybe he would just leave me alone in this… space forever, just left here to experience this pleasurable feeling for eternity. That didn’t sound so bad, or at least better than having to see the perverted idiot’s face one more time.

I mentally shuddered, suddenly hit with a wave of pleasure as the memory of him brought back the image of him and that massive… juicy… cock.

The pleasure was buzzing constantly now, the pace of the thing in my mind always a constant reminder that I still hadn’t cum despite being here for what felt like… days? Weeks? Months? I shuddered to think that it might be years.

But it only continued, occasionally ramping up an almost unnoticeably small amount in its rhythm against my fertile mind.

My thoughts strayed further, every infinitely stretched moment turning further and further from any thought other than the pleasure building in my non-existent chest.

It just keep growing deeper and longer, filling my head until my mind felt like nothing more than a container for the growing heat.

Yet even that wasn’t enough.

When I felt as if I could contain no more of it, as if my ethereal brain’s processing power in it’s entirety was only focused on the pure lust building in me, my capacity stretched.

My sense of self and time, which had already been struggling, dissipated altogether as my mind was consumed by this animalistic pressure. The rubbing, stroking sensation grew as it moved in quicker and longer strokes, growing so that it eventually seemed to encapsulate this void-like prison that I knew to be myself, stroking all along the outer edge of “me” even as it seemed to sink within the “skin” so that I literally became the rubbing, coaxing pleasure at the same time that this thing continued to build my capacity to experience this ecstasy.

All sense of being ended eventually. I was just a writhing ball of this singular sensation, nothing more, nothing less. Always on the edge of release and yet not understanding the concept of an end as I was only the journey of enrapture manifest.

Time slipped away into nothing as I became undone in that voidless space… helpless to do anything about my existence but also with no will left to even comprehend anything but the incessant motion on my psyche. I was “happy” in the sense that I could literally only comprehend the indescribably endless joy of being on the verge of an ever growing edge for every moment of my existence.

But then it changed.

Between one moment of mindless, indescribable ecstasy to the next, I was suddenly something other than what I knew.

Sensations… other sensations. A concept that I had forgotten about a long time ago, were suddenly being fed into that orb of pleasure I knew as “me”.

They were so confusing and disgusting at first. These warble-ey sort of things that didn’t make any sense… a… bright?-ness, that caused a feeling I didn’t like. Pain? Was that what the splitting sensation inside of the part I thought of as "me" was?

There was still the arousal, the pleasure within, but it felt… slightly off. Like there was a second me attached somehow that was also feeling it, feeding it even. I kind of liked it, but it also confused me because these other places felt… wet?

How did I know these things? These... "words". Words and ideas, these foreign concepts slowly surfaced in my long-addled… me.

Sounds, what I now recognized as that warble-ey sensation from earlier, the “feeling” of waves of energy passing through my... ears. A voice was speaking… an oddly familiar one.

“-like she’th coming awake!”

I still couldn’t see, I blinked what I now remembered to be my eyes, just able to make out a dark shape a little ways away from me.

I weakly shook myself, feeling something holding around my long-unused wrists and ankles.

I-... I had a body?

“Look like that therum is doing a good job… now leth put you in a better pos-sition!”

I heard a sort of repeating “clack” sound several times before a loud whirring suddenly started from below me and I could feel this flat thing that I was held to slowly tilting upwards, causing my re-obtained body to slide down until the bonds were holding me from sliding down.

So many sensations… sight, sound, touch… even the subtle taste of my own mouth and the feeling of vertigo as the pull of the “down” under my shifting position changed, I couldn’t handle it all at once. I kept my eyes shut, praying that things would stop changing, that I could go back to that place I’d been in. The world of endless, incredible pleasure.

“Aww… she lookth tho s-shy…” the voice tutted, now so close that I could feel warmth radiating from… her onto my neck and naked chest.

“Is my job already done for me deareth Jasmine? Are you already our mathter’s willing puppet? I’m gonna be bummed if I don’t get to have a crack at ya!” the familiar voice whined.

With my senses returning, memories came also. Slug-like things, they crawled up and into the part of me that was my mind, the part of me that I had thought the _only _part that was “me” for so long.

I remembered a boy… an infuriating, disgusting, perverted being that I… hated? Yes, that sounded right. He was a despot and somebody… less than I was… or… am. A flare of emotion, an all new sensation that held a flame of familiarity and so essential to all that I had been, flared suddenly as I thought of this… disgusting person.

He had been the one to put me here… wherever that was. He had put me in that endless place, the void that felt like home. Why? Or even how? That was a harder thing to remember. I just knew in my gut that he could not be trusted, that my one sole purpose should be to make his life a living hell, one in which I was his rightful superior.

Or that was what my memories said. Did I care about those... feelings anymore? It had been so... so very long since that girl had existed in that place and even though I could feel the boiling hatred once more, felt muted compared to what the memories told me...

“Hmm… where to begin, where to begin… Ooh! I know!” The bubbly voice giggled.

There was a loud sort of squirting noise in front of me, most likely coming from the voice that I just couldn’t shake the feeling of familiarity from.

I blinked bleary eyes open, blinding light, up and to my right shining so that I could still only really see the silhouette of this person standing much closer to me now.

Yes… sight. That’s what this was, the visual world.

“Hehe! How do I look Jathmine? Master gave me some really nithe upgrades before he brought you back!” the shape shifted suddenly and a loud *slap! Emanated from her. “I heard you’ve been having a little fun of your own! Thomething like ‘eternal edging’. Honestly I’m tho jealouth, it thhows how much master liketh you that he going through all the trouble to break you a little!”

Suddenly something cold and… slimy slid between my legs, following the line of my… taint? up and into the space of my… ass. It pressed lightly just for a second before…

“Boop! Heehee…”

I could hear myself groan as her finger slid into my ass, spreading its sliminess all over the inside of my tight space in long and slow circling motions.

All throughout the grogginess, the confusion of being actually physical for the first time in a literal age, there had been just the slightest simmer of that familiar heat I’d known as my only companion in the void. It had just been so small in comparison to the consuming pleasure of that place that I’d taken it for granted as I wrestled with the sensations and emotions that tugged memories to the surface through the literal ocean that had been before.

Now it filled my mind, that thrumming warmth that pulsed through me, so familiar and so comforting. Except… this was different, like the pleasure inside my head focused on other places as well, on the hot and hard little thing circling inside my ass, on the pumping beat of my heart, across my skin that prickled and flushed in its nakedness…

“Oh! You’re going to be tons of fun aren’t ya?” that voice once more spoke.

My eyes centered on the person reaching down between my spread legs, her freckled face came into focus. It… she did look familiar… but also off?

She grinned, her freckled cheeks shining, long tresses of a deep red cascading around and down to settle on soft shoulders and her immense set of breasts. So big, in fact, that they didn’t allow me to see any further down as they rested against my stomach, dwarfing my own breasts which for some reason felt too big as well. In the middle of her freckled face sat the biggest and plumpest set of lips I’d ever seen in my admittedly sparse memories.

Her lips seemed to be causing her difficulties too… I’d heard the lisp, but just now noticed it as she’d visibly struggled with saying ‘tons’ just a second ago, managing to form the ‘s’ properly but only after a visible struggle on her face.

“Heya Jasmine! Long time-no-thee, yeah?”

“Wha- where-?” I could hear come from my own mouth, the sound of it croaking with disuse.

I still couldn’t remember who this was… it was just so, so very long ago…

“Where are ya? Well, basically, Mathter Everette sent you thomeplace fun for a bit to kinda think about your naughtineth, but then he thought maybe you’d need a bit of help and after I told him how I always thought you were thuper cool and I’m your biggetht, bethtes-st fan, he gave me a bunch of awethome upgrades and told me to make thure you were good and ready for him!”

I stared down at her smiling, bubbly features, feeling my own draw down in response to my own confusion.

She rolled her eyes dramatically at the same time that I felt her finger exit my ass. I shuddered from my curling toes and straight up my tingling spine.

“Gueth I didn’t really anthwer your question. Uh… I think we’re in like an extra dimenthion or thomething nerdy like that. All I know is that we get to thtay here until you say the magic wordth into that cute little camera over there!” she pointed over one shoulder, at where the bright light was pointing towards the both of us in the upper right corner.

“Wha-” unused to forming the shapes with my lips and using my tongue for anything, I still couldn’t quite form words properly.

“What do you gotta thay? Oh, that’s easy!” her eyes lit with perverse glee.

“God, I want you’re fucking mathive fat dick mathter Everette! Pleathe fuck my hot little breedable puthy mathter Everette!” she bounded excitedly in place before me, her ridiculous tits smacking loudly against her own stomach as they bounced heavily into my own pair of wobbly orbs.

“Or, thomething like that, I think he just wantth to know that you wanna fuck him but if it were me then I’d totally thay it like that!”

A sudden sense washed over me… a feeling of intimate familiarity, that I definitely recognized this girl. With her excitable jumpiness and the way that her whole face seemed to light up as she moved animatedly…

“W-who?” I croaked out.

Her eyes widened sharply.

“Oh my! I totally forgot! You probably have a hard time recognizing me after mathter used hith power on me! Itth me! Amber! Remember? Your bethtes-st friend and the printhiple’th daughter?”

That sounded… right? A fleeting image of a small girl with brownish hair and similar freckles suddenly appeared in my mind before it flitted away. That and a sense of… annoyance.

Fucking great.

“But that’th all in the patht now!” she said, reaching down and finding something on the desk placed beside the standing table I was held against by my wrist and ankle restraints.

“Now I’m mathter’s number one fan and what mathter wants is for you to be one of hith good girls, tho that’th what I’m gonna do, make you a very good girl!”

Suddenly I felt her arm reach back between my legs, something hard and slightly thicker than her finger sliding in my slippery anus with almost comical ease until I could feel several inches of it stopped up within me. My nerves once again fired all across my naked form, spiking in my head once when she shoved the whole thing inside and then a second time when she fiddled with something on it and it suddenly began to vibrate wildly inside me.

My vision blurred as the pulsing vibrations rippled through my hyper-sensitive body sparking the familiar pleasure I’d known for what felt like my whole life. I moaned, the sound lewd, a sound that I could feel my previous self would’ve found repulsive to hear from me.

“Teehee! You look tho thlutty Jathmine!”

Focus returned as I glanced to the girl who now stood back a ways. Her eyes were following up and down my body, arousal showing in her cheeks as she ogled me. I felt an urge to make fun of her, embarrass her for being so depraved but it was only a passing thought, soon engulfed by my own heat induced by her wandering gaze.

Then I noticed she too was pleasuring herself as her arms moved quickly, causing her wobbly orbs to bounce and sway hypnotically. Down between her legs, her hands flexed, wrapped around her thick, veiny horsecock.

I shuddered from what felt my very soul as a thick splatter of fem-juice suddenly splattered onto the ground below me.

He’d given her a cock. A big, meaty, absolutely disgusting beast penis.

She stepped closer, stroking the pole as she placed it’s tip against my wet mound, again driving a spine shattering shudder to rush through me.

“W-what…” I groaned as my eyes stared down, barely able to drift anywhere but down between my huge tits to where it bent against me, it’s vile shape in contrast to both our otherwise hyper-feminized bodys.

“Oh? Thith is my mom.” she said matter of fact. Right before she shoved forwards with so much **** that for just a moment I lost all of my just-returned senses, all but that pleasure I knew so well, that and the feeling of being completely and absolutely full.

“She didn’t like being my huge horthey-dick at firth, but after fucking the whole cheerleading thquad she bathically stopped arguing with me.” Amber said, her breathing starting to come in gasps as she withdrew and pumped her massive hips against me, each time driving just slightly further into my, somehow, accepting tunnel.

“Now I jutht hear her moaning all the time in my head! She thayth you have a ‘fucking amazing puthy’ by the way, I think I agree!”

My mind was a rolling sea, peaking and shallowing as the pleasure invaded me, similar to my long captivity but for the difference of confusing and varied sensations that came with the raw enrapture. I could feel it building, moving towards something that I hadn’t experienced in the void, a… climax, a release that promised so much.

In the void I had been happy to exist in that endless state of building heat which had promised nothing but what it gave. Always growing stronger, allowing my mind to encapsulate ever more arousal but never with a possible end to that heat.

This was different. I could feel it had a purpose, an ending that promised the greatest pleasure of all and with every passing second, every thrust of that monster splitting me to the deepest depths, I could feel my rising need to reach that peak.

Shuddering waves rippled through me, causing my body to jerk and my lungs to moan out, delirious but for what this was.

Her hands held my shoulders, defying how soft they were by how strong her grasp was on me, pulling me down bodily as her hips thrust, impaling me deeper than I could ever imagine. Her tits, wider by half than mine waved before me with every thrust, bumping against my exposed set, igniting another flame as our standing nipples danced against each other.

A wild light glimmered in her eyes as I could see the hunger that I felt growing in me in her features, that desperation to reach the pinnacle and finally succeed the fruition of the purpose of why she was pumping me full of her mom-cock.

Pain mixed with pleasure. My gaze wandered down, seeing the swelling lump of her cock through my own skin, meeting harsh resistance as it met some barrier with nearly half of the massive pole still outside of me. Yet she beat against me harder, trying to shove past this “second barrier” within me.

“Thooo tiighht!” she mewled, forgoing any subtlety as she began to really tug me down, straining my arms against the restraints holding my arms in place and causing me to bounce against the standing table, my big ass forcing me away from it at every upstroke.

The lewd squelching sound as both our sexual fluids aided the rapid fucking mixed with a loud thudding noise every time her hips would thunder forward and I’d feel two massive bowling balls slap against my ass and the table I was laid on.

Suddenly, that massive tube-shaped dick popped inside, pain spiking so high that my brain misread it as pleasure. It reached the precipice of that peak finally and I cried out, elation fluttering through every nerve of my being as I heard Amber’s own cries. She thrust in as far as possible into my inner-pussy, the mast within me pulsing a size wider suddenly at the same time that I could feel scalding hot cum blast my baby-maker.

I’d been crying out loud for what felt an eternity, every moment stretched out in a familiar sense as I felt the barrier breached, felt Amber slam against me bodily as her hips slammed towards me hard enough to actually cause me to rise by a few inches against my restraints and then as magma flooded my core. I cried out expecting that peak that I could feel coming, yet no matter how much I embraced it, no matter how much my body desired to just give in to the pleasure, I remained on the edge, not as high a peak as I was used to in the voide but so much worse because of the thing that was just out of my grasp, the thing that was a physical demand on my psyche at this point.

Desperation bore me to lean forward, reaching for Amber's big, open lips with my mouth, delving my tongue inside as my wide hips thrust eagerly for that cock spearing my womb. Anything, literally anything to try and **** me past that tipping point.

Dimly, I was aware that my stomach was growing by leaps and bounds, looking a few months along within just a handful of pulses. The impossibility of my body containing so much from what used to be a tiny woman didn’t matter, the possible damage that it might cause didn’t matter, I just wanted to cum so fucking bad.

Eventually she settled against me, cum drooling in massive spurts. I still moved against her however, trying to suck as much of her lazily moving tongue into my own mouth as if it might somehow help my rampant lust reach the last step needed to actually end this mind-shattering cycle.

She bent back with a dopey look in her eyes, drool trailing from her mouth in a string that led to my own maw.

“N-need, I need to c-cu-...” I gasped, watching her face for any hint that maybe she had a solution.

“No-oh thilly! That’s the whole point! You don’t cum until mathter get’th to hear you thay you want it from him!”

I thought about it. For one hot second, one second when I could only think of the rampant waves of heat churning up and down, bouncing around my massive stomach, focusing like a lightning rod in the plug still rumbling in my ass, I thought maybe… I just need to say it, that’s all, it doesn’t mean anything.

But then I remembered my anger, remembered my spite for the upstart perv with undeserved power and all the horrible shit he’d done to me.

“Awethome!” she grinned, stumbling with her cock still inside me until she stood straight. I could feel some of the pressure subside inside me as I heard a loud “Splat!” underneath.

Heat sundered through me once again with the movement and a regret that I would admit to no one that I hadn’t accepted their demands…

At least not yet.