Aspen had never felt so low and so high at the same time.
The feelings had nothing to do with physical height. She was seated. Sort of. Sitting down was neither low nor high. In and of itself. But what a young woman did while sitting? That could be a low or a high. It was both for Aspen.
Aspen’s current physical situation seemed like a microcosm of her overall state of affairs and mental state.
She was in the huge dining room of the Chiu estate. It was absolutely epic in size.
She was seated next to Xiang, the evil twin, Rylie’s evil twin, to Aspen’s own evil twin, Fang.
Both twins were evil! Who knew! In America, only one was, if either. Aspen guessed they did the twin thing differently in China. Both twins could be evil in China. Or outside of China, here in America, if both twins came to America as Fang and Xiang had.
Aspen and Xiang were alone together. Sort of.
Aspen and Xiang were having sex with each other. Sort of.
They were technically alone, but in a way not alone because the leering, bright orange stuffed animal Ouyi was with them. He did seem almost alive. Ouyi seemed evil!
Aspen and Xiang were and were not having sex because Aspen was having a kind of sex at the command of Xiang, while Xiang watched her with great amusement.
Xiang had told – no, ordered – Aspen to sit on Ouyi and have sex with him by humping him. It was a wildly improbable act. It was an insulting idea.
Aspen would have refused just a day ago.
Today?
She was humping a stuffed animal! While an evil Chinese twin watched and giggled!
And another thing. Aspen was near orgasm. Another orgasm.
These damn Chinese twins! They kept making her orgasm!
The other twin, Fang, had dominated Aspen more or less continuously for twenty-four or so hours. No, more than that, Fang had transformed Aspen. Not only emotionally. Physically also.
Aspen entered the Chiu estate with pierced nipples and two tattoos. The pierced nipples and the tattoo were undergone at the direction of Grandma Caihong so that Aspen would serve as a good example of what Fang should not do to herself. Aspen had added the second tattoo in a show of solidarity and support for her friend Rylie.
But now Aspen had two more piercings! A pierced tongue and a pierced clitoris! Had she chosen them? Fuck to the no. Fang had chosen for her!
Aspen also had more tattoos than the two she had entered the estate with yesterday.
A lot more.
A LOT more.
Aspen had a Chinese letter C on one ass cheek, added to balance and complete the Chinese letter F on Aspen’s other ass cheek. Fang Chiu’s initials! Signifying ownership of Aspen!
That was insulting and demeaning. But at least it was only one tattoo. And, to be honest, it did balance out with the other one.
Also, they were easy to hide. Almost automatic. If Aspen wore more than a thong, then no one could see them.
That was not the case for Aspen’s other new tattoos. So many tattoos!
Damn that Fang.
Fang had freckles. Not a lot, but they were obvious, and they were the one big physical difference between Fang and her twin, Xiang. Fang did not like her freckles, or maybe freckles in general. She looked down on them.
Aspen had a lot of freckles. Had.
Now she had a ton of freckles!
Fang had decided her “friendship companion” should have a lot more freckles than she did. Aspen had already had a lot more than her, but apparently that wasn’t enough.
Fang took Aspen to the Chiu family tattooist, Dai Lu. What made it all the worse, all the more humiliating in the end, was that Fang had Aspen drive the car with Fang in back, like Aspen was her chauffeur.
What made it both more humiliating and a fuck of a lot more submissive was that Aspen allowed it. They sat her down. They talked with each other, not Aspen, but Aspen quickly understood what they planned to do.
Then… Aspen just let it happen.
She was in some kind of fugue state after all of Fang’s domination. Like Aspen had thought, or felt, that resistance simply was not possible.
Fucking Fang! She’d known it! Fang had never doubted or looked worried.
Aspen’s fugue state had deepened after that. She was like one of Fang’s dolls. But she could move. But not on her own. She was voice-activated. Order-activated. Then she did what she was told to do.
It wasn’t a Fang thing. Aspen knew that when the order activations worked perfectly well for Xiang.
That was when Aspen knew. She was not submissive to Fang. She was submissive.
Very submissive. Like… a slave.
She’d become a living and breathing voice-activated, order-activated sex slave doll!
An American product sourced from America but made by Chinese!
Aspen knew why they did it to her. It had turned them on, and it had rewarded them. Aspen had rewarded them by giving them orgasms as ordered. She’d given Xiang one a little while ago right there at the dining room table. Aspen had licked Xiang’s pussy while Aspen knelt on the floor, humping Ouyi, the evil-looking stuffed animal.
The surprising thing was the understanding of what it did to her. All these terrible things, these transgressions, the humiliation should lead to negative consequences. And they did. Utter submission was highly negative. Loss of self-respect was never good. Loss of self-determination was even worse.
But there was one positive consequence. And many instances of that consequence. The negative ones were constant, perpetual, even when she did not pay attention to them. The positive consequence, when it happened, and it happened surprisingly often, always got and held her attention.
Orgasms. Incredible orgasms.
Fang had made her into something much less than what she was when she arrived at the Chiu estate. And it worked for Fang, and now for Xiang as well.
But Aspen knew it also worked for her.
That was the scariest thing of all of it.
Aspen also knew what the most humiliating thing was out of all of it. You’d think it might be humping a stuffed animal in a dining room. Which she was doing yet again and approaching yet another attention-getting orgasm.
Humping the stuffed animal, even in a dining room, even next to an adult brat she had barely met and didn’t like, was not the most humiliating thing that had happened to Aspen. Nor was having to act like an orgasm needy doll the previous night and earlier that day.
It was not herself knowing the things she’d done. It was not the twisted, nasty Chiu twins knowing and making her do these things that was the greatest humiliation.
It was knowing that Rylie had seen it. Aspen was in that fugue state earlier, but that only meant she was unable to disobey orders, not that she was completely unaware of her surroundings.
Even as she took off her clothes on command and licked Ouyi and came on Xiang’s hand and then humped Ouyi while licking Xiang’s pussy, Aspen had been aware of Rylie watching.
Rylie saw!
And Aspen had still done it!
Aspen swore her submissive sluttiness was even worse than that sounded. Aspen knew her awareness of Rylie watching had turned her on even more.
Her best friend, Rylie! Knowing that Rylie had watched her be humiliated and sexually dominated was extremely arousing!
What the fuck must Rylie think of her!?!
Rylie must think so much less of her. Would Rylie still want to be her friend? It must be hard to be friends with a total sex freak. At least, it would be hard to want to be friends with such a freak.
Everyone knew sex freaks were not trustworthy friends! They were not the stuff of solid friendships! Aspen even remembered a silly but interesting second-grade in-class assignment on friendships. What do you look for in a friend and from a friend? Kids eagerly held up their hands and volunteered qualities they looked for. Things like “helpful” and “funny.”
No one ever raised their hand to say “sex freak!”
Aspen did feel like a sex freak. No, wait, she knew she was a sex freak. She was humping a stuffed animal for God’s sake! After she’d made out with it and sucked pussy juice out of it! That was classic sex freak stuff right there. That was probably the missionary style of sex freakiness.
It was so embarrassing that Rylie saw her like that. Now Rylie knew Aspen was a sex freak!
Aspen humped Ouyi and tried to think at the same time. It was not easy!
What had Rylie thought of Aspen? Despite knowing Rylie for a very long time, Aspen wasn’t sure. Rylie was super loyal and dependable. It was almost inconceivable that Rylie would abandon her or reject her friendship. It had been before now. But the things Aspen did were also inconceivable.
A reason it was hard to know how Rylie reacted to it was because… Rylie had not seemed to react to it!
Rylie had not said a word. She also had not simply left, a kind of rejection in and of itself. Aspen had not looked at Rylie while Rylie watched, and Aspen was in that fugue state, but Aspen was still well aware, with her peripheral vision, that Rylie had watched for a long time. Which meant Rylie had witnessed a lot of sex freak actions.
It was weird that Rylie had not said or done anything. It was.
Rylie was a steadfast friend defender. Did she think Aspen was truly a sex freak or that Aspen was a victim? If the first, then Rylie should have left right away. Aspen. Sex freak. Not Rylie’s thing. Seeya. If the second, then Rylie should have stormed in and come to Aspen’s aid.
Wait a minute!
Aspen had such a thought that she ceased her stuffed animal humping, her pussy immediately demanding she get right back to it. But Aspen resisted.
Xiang was doing this to Aspen. Rylie had watched Xiang give Aspen orders and make Aspen do things.
Xiang was Rylie’s twin!
Rylie’s twin….
Rylie and Xiang were together half of the day before and all last night and all of that day up until dinner.
Xiang was bold, arrogant, and confident.
Aspen realized there was almost no chance that Xiang had behaved herself while with Rylie.
Xiang set her cake fork down and spoke with masticated cake in her mouth, “Why have you stopped humping Ouyi? He has not cum yet. Get back to humping!”
Ouyi could not cum! He was a stuffed animal!
Aspen felt a tiny, precious surge of righteous outrage. If she had to hump Ouyi until Ouyi orgasmed, she would be humping him for the rest of her life!
What would it even look like if Ouyi came? A blast of white stuffing?
Even before the tiny precious flame of outrage was snuffed out by Aspen’s lust to hump, she was back to humping. The orders now acted directly on her. They did not hesitate to wait for judgment in Aspen’s head. Only for understanding. Once understood, they were obeyed.
Humping Ouyi, the command, was easy to understand. That she did it was much harder to understand. That it turned her on so much was inexplicable.
Aspen humped and knew her arousal was not proportional to the sensory input. Yes, it felt good. But Ouyi did not have a fake phallus and did not vibrate or do anything special. He was nothing special physically. But humping the stuffed animal felt very special. It was so twisted. It was so nasty. It was so naughty.
The freakiness of it and Aspen’s own submissiveness were what cranked up her lust so unbelievably.
She was back to humping, and she was inappropriately grateful to Xiang for getting her back on track, keeping way off track of who she was supposed to be, who she’d thought she was.
Aspen humped stuffing, humped wet fake fur, humped shiny plastic eyeballs. But that wasn’t all she did. She dared to try to think. Thinking was not her forte since coming to the Chiu estate, and it became less her forte by the minute. But she tried!
Rylie. What was going on with Rylie that would cause Rylie to silently watch as her friend Aspen was humiliated and sexually dominated?
Rylie had even seen the new tattoos! Rylie had to have been outraged to the point of horror over Aspen’s added freckle tattoos. Rylie had to know Aspen was in deep and in deep trouble.
But Rylie had done nothing. Rylie had said nothing.
And Rylie was exposed to Xiang for a fuck of a lot longer than Aspen had been. Rylie and Xiang had been alone and, unlike Aspen in the dining room, they were alone all that time, including overnight.
Aspen put two and two together even as she repeatedly put her pussy and Ouyi’s hard plastic eyeballs together repeatedly, over and over, humping much faster because of the thoughts in her head.
Rylie must have been dominated! Xiang dominated Rylie!
While Fang was dominating Aspen, her twin, Xiang, was dominating Rylie. And then after dinner, Xiang dominated Aspen while Rylie watched!
Rylie watched the adult brat who dominated her dominate her best friend.
It didn’t make sense, not to Aspen who knew Rylie well, but it was still the only thing that made sense as far as Rylie watching the domination and taking no action to derail or disturb it.
Was Rylie so dominated that she was helpless to disobey Xiang, and that was why Rylie only watched?
Was Rylie maybe turned on while watching Xiang dominate Aspen?
Rylie was totally straight as far as Aspen knew, and she would know. As straight as any young straight woman, which was to say probably not entirely, but still.
But if Xiang had dominated Rylie….
Fang and Xiang sure had pressed Aspen’s buttons. Those young bitches knew what they were doing when they dominated! They had made Aspen like it. Well, if orgasms counted as liking it. Maybe Xiang had pulled off the same feat with Rylie.
Rylie got dominated….
Xiang had perhaps made Rylie like it….
Then Rylie watched Xiang dominate Aspen….
Did it turn on Rylie to see that done to Aspen?
That seemed so wrong! It felt like a betrayal! But it did not seem impossible.
Aspen humped and huffed. She was breathing harder. She was so humiliated! She was at a dinner table humping a stuffed animal next to a mean Chinese wealth princess she barely knew!
Fuck, Aspen now thought she barely knew herself.
She put herself in Rylie’s position, just standing there, doing nothing but watching, as her best friend was used. And as her best friend lusted for the use. Had Rylie gotten aroused?
Maybe she had. Maybe even probably. The twins had used the two of them and made them like it. Aspen was more attractive than the twins. Rylie had watched the way Xiang treated Aspen, and Xiang had likely treated Rylie the same way. And with the same results.
Aspen bet it had turned on Rylie either to imagine herself in Aspen’s place or maybe even to imagine herself in Xiang’s place.
No, that did not feel quite right. None of this was “right,” but it felt incorrect.
Suddenly, Aspen thought she knew. She thought that Rylie had gotten aroused while watching and while imagining that Xiang was treating them both that way at the same time.
Imagine that. Xiang dominating them both simultaneously. Why wouldn’t Xiang? She would! Who would resist her? Them? Rylie and Aspen? It did not seem like it.
Especially when imagining it had turned on Rylie. And it turned on Aspen as she thought of it as well.
Aspen was humping Ouyi much faster and harder. Another orgasm was only a matter of time. Ouyi was soaked!
Aspen looked self-consciously over at Xiang, who looked quite amused while watching her.
Xiang told her, “I left some cake frosting on my plate. I bet you want to rub it into your nipples. I bet you want to just keep rubbing it in, making your nipples tasty, while you cum on Ouyi.”
She bet that, did she?
Was that an order?
Aspen had to follow orders. She didn’t, but she did. But Xiang had not just issued an order, not as Aspen understood orders. Xiang had verbally expressed that she thought, and would bet it was true, that Aspen wanted to rub the cake frosting into her hypersensitive nipples. That wasn’t an order. That was… a suggestion.
Aspen did not think it would be a good idea to start taking Xiang’s suggestions, or bets, as orders! That would be even worse! Even more submissive!
Besides, it wasn’t true. How could she have wanted to rub cake frosting into her achingly sensitive nipples when the thought hadn’t even occurred to her?
Granted, now that the idea was in her head, she did want to do it. As much as she tried to avoid her sensitive nipples, it sure was rewarding to do things to them. She did not want the curse of their heightened sensitivity, but the curse often felt like an orgasmic blessing.
Fuck it.
Aspen kept humping Ouyi as she reached both hands to Xiang’s plate. She fingered off dollops of pink frosting. She wondered what it tasted like. She wondered who would taste it off her nipples. Probably Xiang. Maybe Fang.
She applied the frosting to her pierced nipples. They were swollen and just as super sensitive as they now always were. They ached. They pulsed with pleasure at each touch, each hump that made them bounce, and even each beat of her heart. They throbbed, and so did her lust.
She had obeyed what wasn’t even an order from Xiang.
Xiang had bet on it, and she had bet right.
Aspen was sure she was beyond recovery. She was too deep in submission for anyone to save her. She not only followed orders, but she also took suggestions and ran with them. Or humped with them.
Aspen rubbed her frosted nipples and humped Ouyi. She was rising towards another pinnacle. Each of the highs brought her ever lower. She knew that. Eventually, it would be too late to escape, assuming it wasn’t already too late.
Even knowing that, Aspen huffed and humped, each downward hump hard enough to drive air out of her lungs, the incredible sensations from jerked-on nipples further taking away her breath.
Then Aspen was dealt a new shock.
Rylie was back!
