Author's Note:
Due to strong personal beliefs, I must reiterate that I do not condone the actions taken within this story by select characters- they are meant to be purely titillating fantasies, and outside of fantasies they are inexcusably evil.
Likewise, I must state that this story was requested by my muse, and that I neither wish to fetishize -and thereby dehumanize- transwomen, nor deny them their identity via porn. All characters depicted are 18 or over.
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The car first appeared as a splotch in the distance, a dark shape that rippled in the heat rising from the road. Just seeing it made Jackie start to sweat a little in sympathy, and it was that same sympathy that guided her to park in front of the stalled car and step out.
Gravel crunched beneath her boots as she walked, sweat already soaking through her shirt. It was high noon, the sort of hot summer day where the cloudless blue sky had that haze that told you no living thing should be in the sun.
Jackie herself hadn't been seeing much sun, since the situation with TF just three months earlier. Her tan skin had become pale, and her lithe form had plumped up a little.
The three occupants of the car stepped out, and Jackie let out a little hum of approval. The driver was a younger woman, with blonde curls fit for a doll and pale skin, tall and lithe. The one in the passenger seat was as short as Jackie herself, and as dark as the short bob of hair she had framing her round face. The one in the back was between the others in height, with messy red hair and a flat chest.
"Howdy," Jackie said in an over-the-top drawl, hands in her pockets. "You ladies need any help?"
"Oh thank god," the blonde said. "Our transmission just up and crapped out on us. We've been stuck here an hour already."
"We called AAA, but they said they won't be here for another four hours," the redhead said, her voice cracking with anxiety. "Why does it take so long?"
"You wouldn't happen to know how to fix a transmission, would ya?" the blonde asked.
Jackie shrugged. "I know my way around a lot of trans- things, missions or otherwise, but you need a shop for that one."
The redhead tensed, and Jackie offered a friendly smile. "Don't worry. You're in friendly company."
"Could you tow us?" the plump one piped up. "We're eight miles down the road. We could pay you what we would've paid AAA, if-"
"I'll do it for free," Jackie said. "I have a soft spot for pretty ladies."
The redhead blushed, while the other two looked between each other.
****
The redhead -Fiona, she said- sat up front with her, while the blonde -named Goldie, appropriately enough- and plump Jasmine sat in the back. It was slow going, partly because of the car being towed behind her truck, and partly because she wanted to chat up some pretty transfemmes.
"So, the three of you all, heh, roommates?" she asked, waggling her eyebrows.
"Yeah, for about a year now," Goldie said. "A small one-story house is pretty acceptable when you're one big fuckpile."
"I'm technically the breadwinner," Fiona added. "But I don't feel like it. Jasmine and Goldie have been so supportive of me accepting myself."
Jasmine reached forward and slapped a hand on Fiona's shoulder, prompting a small smile from the redhead.
"I have some girlfriends with a fuckpile of their own a few hours from here," Jackie said. "I don't get to see them that often, but it's nice when I do."
She decided to make a bold step as she looked behind her and grinned. "They stretch this pussy out every time."
Fiona coughed and sputtered, her face as red as her hair. Goldie and Jasmine looked between each other again. Finally, Goldie smiled.
"Personally, we're always happy to have more people in the fuckpile, but right now we're looking for something else," she said.
The truck pulled into the driveway Fiona pointed out, and Jackie shifted to park. "Oh, like what?"
"Like this," Goldie said.
Her long arms suddenly looped around Jackie's car seat, wrapping about her torso like a vise. At the same moment, Fiona leaned forward, shaking hands reaching for the holster Jackie kept between her legs. A scream filled the car as she thrashed in Goldie's grip, bucking her hips to try and keep Fiona from taking the gun.
"Now, Jasmine!"
A strong hand gripped Jackie's hair, securing her head in place as a damp rag slapped over her mouth. Almost immediately the world began to grow hazy, the sharp noon sunlight becoming a soft glow. Her struggling became more like a half-hearted flopping, before finally darkness took her.
****
Waking up naked and handcuffed to a bed gave her the strangest sense of deja vu. Maybe it was the fog of the drugs talking- she could hardly even remember who she was, let alone where or how.
"Rise and shine, sweetheart."
Oh yeah. Right.
Immediately she began to tug on the cuffs, a cry escaping her, but of course the bedposts were too strong. It didn't stop her from still jerking at her bindings. Goddamn it, how the fuck did she get in the same predicament
twice
?
Something moved in her peripheral vision, and she craned her head up to see Goldie at the foot of the bed. She was also naked, revealing her pert breasts with pale nipples, and the long and thin cock already at attention.
"Like what you see?" she cupped her breasts with a smile. "I grew them myself."
"Let me go!" Jackie snarled. "I swear to Christ I'll fucking-"
"You were looking forward to this just an hour ago." Goldie smirked. "What
possibly
could have happened?"