Aspen kept licking mannequin pussy or at least where the mannequin’s pussy would have been if the mannequin had a pussy. Fang let her lick for quite some time, Aspen’s hot tongue lapped and slapped at smooth plastic, making little hollow echoes inside the hollow mannequin.
Fang also let the vibrator and butt plug work their magic on Aspen.
Aspen’s licking efforts eventually began to flag.
Fang said, “If you prove yourself on mannequin doll, I may let you lick a much more realistic pussy. As in, a real one. The pussy you most desire. That of your Mistress Fang.”
Aspen knew Fang thought she was tempting Aspen to give greater effort, knew it was all ridiculous and humiliating, and knew it worked and she was suddenly licking much more fervently. Big exaggerated sloppy licks. She wanted her Mistress Fang to see and know and appreciate—
“Her Mistress Fang?”
Her head was getting so fucked up! This was crazy stuff and it was driving her crazy!
Aspen kept energetically licking mannequin alleged-pussy.
“Okay, good. You proved you want to service your Mistress Fang. Reward later. Time to go back to doll performance time.”
Oh no! Aspen would have to be motionless again? With the vibrator and the butt plug in her? This turned on!?!
Exactly so. But in a new position.
“Get on all fours. Hands and knees. A very slutty position. At least it is so when you are naked and have butt plug in ass and vibrator in pussy.”
Aspen bet any position was a slutty one when you had a butt plug in your ass and a vibrator in your pussy.
Aspen got into the Fang-required hands and knees position. Moving into it made the objects inside her poke around.
Fang was pleased but saw room for improvement, “Yes, you look most slutty, as you should. Sluts should look slutty. It avoids unfortunate confusion. Now bring your knees forward. A little more under you. And move your hands back a little, also more under you. That makes you wobblier. It is a greater challenge for you to remain a motionless doll. I think it is good to keep my sluts challenged. On your toes while on your hands and knees in this case.”
Fang left but with a final statement just before she went out the door, “As before, I will be watching. Be the doll. No moving. Do not think there will be no consequence for failure now that you already have the butt plug up your ass. There is always more I can do to you.”
Aspen believed her! Fang had shown no signs yet of running out of things to do to her.
Aspen was alone in the doll room then, but not really. She knew Fang was with her in the sense of watching her on video. But not with her in any other way. Against her was more like it.
At first her all fours position wasn’t so difficult. But it did feel precarious and did take more effort with her feet a little back and her knees a little forward of where it would felt natural. The sensation of penetration in her ass definitely did not feel natural. Same thing with the vibrations from the vibrator in her pussy.
Her hair hung down. She had the taste of pussy in her mouth. Her own.
She felt a new sensation from her ass and it was unexpected. She thought the butt plug could vibrate and she guessed maybe it could so she’d expected to feel vibrations from it sooner or later. But she felt something else instead.
Heat? Heat! The butt plug in her ass was heating up! At first, she thought it was in her mind but it wasn’t. Fang’s words over the walkie-talkie confirmed as much.
“Does American slut’s ass feel hot? It should. The butt plug is special. I heat it up via remote control. Ha! You get the hot anal sex now and you look so hot!”
Fang was cooking her ass! From the inside!
It made Aspen want to take the butt plug out, but she didn’t dare risk whatever else Fang might do to her. It made her want to wiggle and shake her ass, to fan it to try to cool it. But she wasn’t allowed to move and fanning her ass wouldn’t work on heat that was inside her.
All she could do was hold still. She could only just barely do that.
That was when she decided. She hadn’t realized she’d been thinking about it, but a decision popped out, a certainty that felt almost foreign to her at this point because of all the uncertainty she’d experienced recently. It was like her mind was working on things, going through a decision-making process, in the deep background of her brain. Now that it had a determination, it popped it into her mind and filled her with a different kind of determination.
She could not take all these things Fang did to her. No way could she take them for six months. If she tried to make it, she would not be the same person by the end of the contract.
She also could not give up. The money was too important to her and to Rylie.
There was one hope. She’d been loath to do it because she did not want to talk about what had gone on so far between her and Fang.
No, she would never tell Rylie! Besides, Rylie could not help her. She had no more authority at the Chiu estate than did Aspen. Rylie also might not even believe it if Aspen did tell her. After all, Rylie had the good twin.
No, Aspen’s only hope of sticking it out and getting the money and keeping her humanity and personality and independence intact was Caihong Chiu, Fang’s grandmother.
She did not like Caihong. Who did? Aspen wondered and doubted whether there was anyone in the world, America or China, who liked the demanding and tricky and pretty damn outrageous senior woman. On the plus side, Caihong did not seem to like the twins and they did not seem to like her.
Caihong seemed ready, willing, and able to stand up to Fang. Much more able than Aspen, that was for sure! Aspen felt at this point that almost anyone must be better at standing up to Fang than she was. She had a lot more pull with the twins. She was related to them, she was in charge of them, and it was Caihong who set up Aspen and Rylie as adult paid friendship companions for the twins.
Aspen almost could not bear the idea of telling Caihong the things Fang had done to her and was still doing. But it was either give up the battle, give up on the money, or tell Caihong. Or, worst of all, accept the way Fang treated her and her own reactions to that treatment.
Aspen thought she’d have to tell Caihong everything. Absolutely everything so that Caihong would take the situation as seriously as possible. No glossing over anything, including how Fang put a gloss of pussy juice on Aspen’s face.
It was Caihong who had warned the twins not to “break” their friendship companions. They had listened to her and changed their plans. Or so they said. Although it was true that Fang seemed to be breaking in Aspen. Just not quite breaking her. Maybe breaking her in some ways.
Caihong had said she would meet with Aspen and Rylie, but one on one, at times. She wanted to get the inside scoop on things like whether the twins had sex toys (the answer was yes), whether they used them (Aspen had stopped Fang, just barely, but then took it for the team and took them in herself), and whether the bad examples of Aspen and Rylie were causing the twins to rethink the wisdom of ever getting piercings (Fang) or tattoos (Xiang). No results yet on that front as per Fang.
Would Caihong want to meet with one of them, Aspen or Rylie, already tonight after dinner? If not, could Aspen get Caihong to meet with her? Could Aspen get her to choose to meet with Aspen instead of Rylie?
Now that Aspen was determined to talk with Caihong, she wanted to talk with her as soon as possible. Why let Fang sexually humiliate and devastate her for two days if Aspen, through Caihong, could limit it to this on hellish twenty-four hours?
It was hellish. Except for the orgasms. No, wait, the orgasms might be the most hellish part of it.
Thinking of a fiery Hell, Aspen’s ass was super hot! Not only hot in the looks department. She knew she had a great ass. Many said she had the ideal ass (if you did not like them thicc). Her ass was physically hot. She was sure Fang would not heat her up enough to burn her and she was pretty sure no butt plug company would make a heated butt plug that could get hot enough to cook flesh. But it felt like it might burn her insides. She was sweating!
The butt plug caused discomfort from the outset just due to location. Aspen had felt filled and almost split. Stuffed in an awkward location. Like being constipated and turned on at the same time. Fucking awkward!
The heat caused an added discomfort in addition to feeling stuffed. Now she was too full and too hot. But she was holding herself together. Just barely. She was “being the doll.” Motionless despite the weirdly sensual discomforts.
But then she heard Fang giggle over the walkie-talkie. A mean giggle. She knew what that meant. Fang had to have pressed the switch on purpose. She had wanted Aspen to hear her mean giggle and to feel dread. And Aspen knew Fang was about to make things harder on Aspen.
And then…
… the damn butt plug started vibrating, too!
Her pussy and her ass were both penetrated and were both getting vibrated!
And her ass was getting heating up as well!
And the vibrator in her pussy was not heating up but, nevertheless, her pussy was heating up….
Oh no. Again? She was turned on again? Despite her stuffed and heated ass? Because of it!?!
The two objects inside her nearly vibrating against each other drove her nearly crazy.
She tried to hold it together and hold herself still. But it was impossible!
Even though bobbing her ass around did not help at all, and she knew it might cause Fang to do something to make her situation worse, she just could not help but do it.
Fang immediately noticed, “The American slut is just too slutty to do a simple thing like stay still. I will come to you and give you motivation to obey.”
Oh-oh. She was in for it!
Less than twenty seconds later, Fang was in the doll room.
“Hold that position, American slut!”
Now that Fang was there and punishment was imminent, Aspen was magically able to hold still.
Fang moved behind her, “Since it was your slutty ass that moved so much, it makes sense I punish it for doing so.”
No, it did not make sense! None of this made sense!
Most of all that Aspen was so turned on….
Smack!
Smack!
Fang was spanking her!
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
Now her ass felt hot on the inside and blazing hot on the outside!
Smack!
Smack!
How could Fang be so little and live such a life of luxury and still spank so damn hard?
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
“Now hold still and be the doll, American Slut, or your Mistress Fang shall return and will bring her spanking hand with her.”
Fang left, but the burning pain remained. But it did spread out and join up with the internal heat in Aspen’s ass, Aspen’s warm and wet vibrated pussy, and with the ongoing somehow sexy feeling of discomfort.
Aspen held still despite all the sensations. Yes, she thought her Mistress Fang had taught her a lesson. Her Mistress Fang had spanked the American slut and now the American slut was obeying Mistress Fang.
Things were starting to click together and fit together like a puzzle in Aspen’s physical and emotional feelings. They were coalescing, like a recipe coming together. Like something fermenting until the alcohol magically formed.
This wasn’t a recipe like grandma’s county-famous and beloved apple pie. It was nothing wholesome like that. It was more like a recipe for fentanyl.
Her ass hummed and the devices hummed inside her.
Her ass was hot inside and outside and Aspen got hotter and hotter all over but especially in her mind.
Staying still eliminated distractions from movement. Little decisions on where to move and how to move and then getting input on the results of that movement. All eliminated. Which made Aspen focus on the sensations in her ass and pussy.
Which turned her on more and more.
She had to hold still. She had to be the doll. That was what Mistress Fang wanted.
Aspen did not know what she wanted but it didn’t really matter. All she had to know was what Mistress Fang wanted and to do whatever Mistress Fang wanted.
It was a relief to know what to do. The devices in her were just the opposite of a relief but Aspen welcomed what they did to her. Mistress Fang wanted them inside her. And so it was good. But she should not cum. Mistress Fang did not want that.
Aspen wanted to cum. Again. But she felt a dark yet welcome certainty. Obey now. Cum later. Mistress Fang had such success making her cum when Mistress Fang wanted Aspen to cum. It would happen. The key was to only do it when Mistress Fang wanted her to cum.
Fang sometimes increased the heat glowing outward from the butt plug. Fang also altered the vibrations, sometimes turning one of the two devices off, and alternated the strength of the vibrations. Fang often giggled over the walkie-talkie.
Aspen held still for it all. On hands and knees, balanced like a goat standing on a small rock. Aspen took it and took it. The sensations built up and her need to orgasm built up but Aspen’s lack of motion remained the same.
It went on for a long time. It felt endless to Aspen. She stopped thinking about getting through it or past it or even making it to her orgasm. She just felt everything constantly and powerfully.
Finally, Fang announced, “It is lunch time and I am hungry. I am sure you are also hungry. You have done well, American slut, being the doll I require. You have earned a reward. I come to you now with your reward.”
She’d made it!
To lunchtime….
It sounded like Fang would let her eat lunch! Aspen had, like most Americans, taken food for granted. Not anymore. A nice lunch, not even a big one or a fancy one, just something simple like a sandwich and potato chips would be a big reward. A huge reward!
The fact Fang was pleased with Aspen’s performance as a motionless doll experiencing extreme sensations felt inordinately important to Aspen. She hadn’t just made it to lunchtime. She had pleased Mistress Fang!
Mistress Fang….
What was wrong with her? Fang Chiu was a bitch! Since when did she care what the spoiled wealth princess wanted or thought?
Since… now. A little while ago. At some point the obeying of… Fang… went from obeying because she seemingly had to… to obeying because it felt right to obey Fang. Because she even wanted to obey Fang.
That little fat-thighed devil! She was remaking Aspen! She was making Aspen like the twisted shape Fang was twisting her into!
