The following very dark story has themes of non-consent sex, humiliation, abuse and other dark themes. If such content offends you, please do not read. This is an erotic FICTION story not meant as any sort of gender, political or societal protest. This is purely for entertainment and never meant to happen in reality. If you have issues with such kinks, please do not read.
"Do it. NOW!" Cindy yells at me, making me literally whimper as if I was a little girl when I'm a thirty year old man. Something about how fierce and mean she is always scares me. It makes me get reduced to a quivering, shaking mess even if I am pretty muscular and tall.
"O-O-Ok," I tell her and then turn to look at Jessica. Jessica shakes her head NO frantically while looking at me, begging me with her eyes not to do it, again. I bite my lip at this and mouth the words "I'm sorry," to her, with both of us knowing I hate to do it.
Jessica is still standing, naked, her hands tied over her head to the hook that's in the ceiling. Her large breasts seem to stick out, making them look extremely sexy in the pose she is in at the moment. Her body leans over some, showing just how tired she is as it's been a while that she's been here. It's been so long that Jessica's stopped trying to yell for help, not that anyone could hear her. First she has a ring gag in her mouth so she can't yell anyway, plus we are about an acre away from anyone out here.
I would say that Jessica is my sex slave, but that's not right. She's Cindy's sex slave. Sure, I'm made to use and abuse Jessica, but it's Cindy that wants it.
"You're making me upset," I hear Cindy growl from across the room as I'm going too slow for her. Cindy is the reason why Jessica is here. She the reason why I'm made to do so much to the woman, from spanking her to fucking her. Cindy is evil. Truly evil. And I learned that far too late.
"Do I need to do it myself?!" Cindy threatens, making me tense up. I gulp at the thought of this. Cindy would have no issue at all forcing Jessica, but she would be needless rough. That's why I keep putting myself as the one to do it, because at least I can try and help, even if it is during a horrible act.
"I'm going to do it, ok? You have to let me do it on my own terms, otherwise I can't," I say, standing up to Cindy. This burst of courage bursts forth and for a fraction of a second I'm reminded that I can easily overpower Cindy if I wanted.
Cindy doesn't say anything to this, but I feel her eyes on the back of my head. I feel her hate and control, where I swear I feel just how powerful her spirit is. It's her fierce but small spirit that scares me the most. It's like a hurricane living in a jack-in-the-box. I'm all but powerless to her.
"I'm sorry alright?" I tell Jessica in the most apologetic tone I can make. Jessica just keeps looking at me and shaking her head, hoping that I don't go through with this, again. In a way, I wish Jessica would just learn to deal with it as I have. I mean, it could be worse.
"If I don't fuck you, she'll hurt you," I whisper to Jessica, motioning my head behind me and to the right, where Cindy sits, watching. In a move that sort of makes me feel cowardly, I tend to keep my back to Cindy as if I had to look directly at her, I know I would start to cower as she's such a dominant force of nature.
"I'll give you more, ok?" I say in a whisper to Jessica as her deep brown eyes lock onto me. Again she shakes her head frantically no, showing she doesn't want it, but I know she does. Her doing this has an adverse effect because as she shakes her head, she also shakes her large chest, making me aroused in that dark way.
I walk over to the refrigerator and open the small tray that sits in the middle. From it, I pull out a single packet from the hundreds that are in the tray. To look at it, you might think I've just grabbed a wet nap. It's just an unassuming little packet.
Walking back to Jessica, I peel off the cover of the packet and produce the sticky patch. It's a clear sticker, except for the middle, which is where the medication is. Being careful, I turn it around and then place the patch right on Jessica's clit.
Jessica starts to cry after I do this. I know she would most likely squeeze her legs together if she could, but Cindy declared that "whores should always have their legs spread," so I had to tie Jessica's legs apart spread-eagle style.
I walk back to the refrigerator and grab another of the patches. This time, I put it on myself, right at the small of my back. Once this is done, I walk back to Jessica where I start to lightly pet her hair.
After about a minute, Jessica starts to let out soft moans to my petting her hair. They are soft and gentle moans, but moans all the same. It means the patch has started to work, acting as an aphrodisiac for her. Now any prolong touch would bring her to climax, making the most boring, simple sex feel earth-shattering.
For me, the effects of the patch don't work as well. I barely even feel it to be honest. I do know it works as it makes sure my cock stays hard until I finish. I guess it's how much of the patch I've taken, as I've had to have had hundreds of doses by now.
Moving behind Jessica's naked body, I position her so she's facing Cindy. At the lightest touch, Jessica moves a little, going so far as to arch her back as if to present those big tits to Cindy. I nearly chuckle at this, knowing that as much as Jessica resists and begs otherwise, she's learned what Cindy wants as well. One such thing is to present your tits to Cindy before you are fucked, like Jessica is doing right now.
Feeling better about what I'm about to do now that Jessica is into it, I undo my belt, then pants until my pants are loose enough that I can pull them down. When I do, my hard manhood springs out, prepared to do what I have to in order to make Cindy happy. And I've learned that my point in life is to make Cindy happy, or she'll make my life hell.
As I position my cock at Jessica's womanhood, again, I consider how all of this came to be. How I met Cindy. How I got all the patches. How I've sunken into this new life of being both a slave and a slave master. I guess it really started with the patch. Or as it has come to be known, the "
Love Patch
."
I came across the idea by accident. You see, I've never really been much of a creative person. To put it politely, I've been called a blunt hammer before, where I am more suited for manual labor and jobs that don't take a lot of thinking.
I got the idea when a friend of mine was discussing how he used the patch to quit smoking. We were at a bar just hanging out when he showed me his patch, which has a little square sticker that was about 2 inches by 2 inches. He swore by it, and said how it was really helping him stop smoking. I was amazed at how something so small could deliver medication or chemicals in the way it does. That it could affect a guy as large as my friend.
From that evening, I started to research medical patches. Any piece of information I could about them from any source. I went so far as to translate websites from different languages in hopes of learning even more. And oh, did I learn. I found patches are used in all sorts of ways because of their very easy injection system. From insulin to cancer drugs. It was really mind blowing.
That's when I created a patch of my own. But I wanted to go in a direction that would not just be highly used, but useful. Something that was actually needed in the world. That's why I went the route of sex.
Sure, there are drugs people can take to become aroused. We all have had times when we wanted to have sex, but just couldn't work ourselves up to it because we were drunk or whatever. But I found that in that moment, it is sort of demeaning to take a pill and then tell your lover, "sorry, we need to wait thirty minutes to an hour." It basically kills the mood and ensures that you'll have a hard dick and no one to use it on.
I created my patch so you wouldn't have to take a pill to get aroused. With my patch, the medication is delivered into the blood stream. It causes the arousal to hit in seconds. Well, at least 20 seconds anyway.
I wish I could say my patch was filled with a medical breakthrough compound of drugs never seen before, but it wasn't. I went into an herbal store that's close to me and talked with the staff there. They told me all about herbs that promoted sexual wellbeing. I then purchased all that I could, then started to experiment.
Every night I took a mixture of my own making to see what it would do. Most of the time, nothing happened at all. A few times it did make me aroused, but it didn't last long. A couple times I actually threw up from the mixture. But then I found that special combination that worked.
It has a 100% success rate. It's just natural herbs crushed into a liquid form that gets absorbed into the blood stream from the patch. All you have to do is slap the patch on right before you want to have sex, and boom! You are good to go, no matter your gender, sexual orientation and all that. You dick gets harder than rock, or your pussy wetter than a river.
"Ohhhh," I moan as my hard cock slides into Jessica's wet pussy. My eyes roll back as I feel the tightness of her pussy as it grips my cock. There's no denying how badly Jessica wants this as her pussy clings to me as I enter. It damn near feels like it is trying to keep my hard cock inside her forever.
