Aspen was far from thrilled with the situation. She wasn’t one for worrying overmuch about things, but she was quite worried now.
She followed Fang, presumably to the eastern section of the estate. Aspen lost her sense of direction after a few turns, a few hallways, and a staircase.
She was to be a paid friend to Fang for the next six months. A girl named Fang. A girl named Fang who had actual fangs! WTF!?!
Fang stopped and gestured down a double-wide hallway, “This is my area. I have many rooms. I will share them with you. I have a movie room for watching movies. I have room for snacks. It has a refrigerator and stove and food supply. I have room for my dolls. I have a room with toys. I have a ping-pong room. Other rooms, too.”
Aspen said brightly (fake it until you make it), “That sounds wonderful!”
Fang said, “Come.”
She did not look back as she walked. She assumed Aspen would follow her. Aspen guessed Fang assumed correctly. She followed.
Aspen noted Fang still spoke to her like Aspen was a pet dog. At least when it came to directions. Ones that sounded like orders.
Aspen did not like that. But what could she do? Ask nicely for Fang to speak differently to her? Maybe.
Fang led her into a huge bedroom. Even amidst her flustered worry, Aspen felt resentment. This fanged Chinese twerp had a bigger bedroom than any house Aspen had ever lived in. Aspen’s family was lower middle income.
Aspen saw that Fang also had a huge bed. A giant circle with pillows all over, some big, many small. It was a relief the bed was so big because they would be sharing it. But Aspen felt resentment at the spoiled luxury on display.
Fang turned to her.
Fang said, “Stand still. I want a good look at you.”
Aspen stood still. She felt extremely self-conscious as Fang circled her. Aspen kept thinking things like, “The fangs are behind me. Fangs are in front now. Oh-oh, the fangs are going back behind me.”
It was silly but she felt like Fang, from behind, might lean in and sink her fangs into Aspen’s neck. Did they have vampires in China? Aspen wasn’t sure but guessed it didn’t matter. They were in America.
She knew – well, she was pretty sure – that Fang would not bite her. At least not right away and not if Aspen made sure to act super polite and friendly. But it felt like Fang might do it and that made Aspen feel exquisitely vulnerable.
Fang noticed, “You arrived wearing only the clothes on your back. That is the traditional way for a paid friend companion to arrive. We must supply everything. Food, clothes, everything. This is good. This is fun. It means I get to dress you however I want. It will be like having a full-size doll.”
Aspen wondered if she should take comfort that Fang was calling her a doll now instead of ugly or if she wished Fang would go back to calling her ugly.
Fang wore striped nylon shorts and a tight athletic top. Both of them were the same powder blue color.
Fang took her to a walk-in closet larger than Aspen’s college bedroom. One piece at a time, she handed Aspen an outfit she assembled.
It was confusing. Or maybe insulting.
A children’s size yellow tank top. A black tutu. A ballerina skirt! And a multi-colored wool winter cap.
Aspen couldn’t keep her polite going, “What the fuck is this shit?”
“Today’s outfit. Put it on.”
“This isn’t an outfit. It’s a disaster! And I’m way too old to play dress up.”
“Do as you are told to do!”
“I’ll look like a bee that turned into a human who aspires to be a ballerina. In the wintertime!”
“Yes, it is good.”
“I won’t wear this.”
“You will wear it, companion Flame Hair Freckle Face. You will. And only this. Nothing else. Xiang and I – and our companions – rebel from norms by never wearing bras or underwear.”
Aspen sputtered, “I can’t—”
“You will obey!”
Fang said it and Aspen realized it was true. She wanted the money. She wanted Rylie to have the money. She could not ruin this for herself or her bitch buddy, Rylie. She knew this situation was even more out of Rylie’s comfort zone than Aspen’s. It was out of anyone’s comfort zone but Rylie was much less of a risk taker than Aspen.
Yes, but she doubted Xiang wanted Rylie to dress up in a semi-wintertime honeybee ballerina outfit. Wait, with the tank top “balancing out” the winter cap, maybe it was an autumn honeybee ballerina outfit….
Aspen did not want to put on the outfit but she thought it better that she had to do this than Rylie. She’d feel so bad if her bitch buddy had to wear this humiliating debacle.
Aspen was glad she’d gotten the bad twin. Wait, no, the evil twin. Wasn’t that what they said, that one twin was usually the evil one? Fang had to be the evil one. Those fucking fangs! Fang could not help what her parents named her but she’d gone way out of her way to alter her teeth. Aspen was stuck with Fang but she was glad it was her and not Rylie.
Now Fang was glaring at her.
In a defeated frustrated tone, Aspen told her, “Fine, okay? I’ll put it on.”
Aspen sighed. It was just a stupid outfit. A really stupid outfit.
Fang gave her a look and then stepped out of the room-sized walk-in closet, “I will await the show.”
Aspen thanked God for small favors. Not that there would be a “show,” but that Fang at least gave her privacy to change. Especially with what she’d said about bras and panties.
She closed the door. There was no lock on it but it sounded like Fang respected personal privacy. Or maybe not. Maybe she just wanted the “show” all at once.
Aspen wasn’t ready to display either of her tattoos or her piercings. For one thing, that Chinese letter F on her ass was now incredibly deeply troubling. Even more troubling than before!
It couldn’t be an accident that Aspen had the Chinese letter F tattooed on her ass. Could it? The bald piercer lady chose that letter for a reason. And Rylie had the letter X. Rylie ended up with Xiang and Aspen ended up with Fang.
Aspen did not think they “ended up” with them. The tattoos were intended for them.
They had tattoos on their asses for these twin bitches! To please them?
Aspen took a deep breath. For all she knew, Fang did not even know about the tattoo.
She took off her clothes, glancing nervously from time to time at the door to the walk-in closet. There was another reason she was glad Fang had left.
Aspen’s nipples were still erect from what Caihong did to them! They were swollen and so sensitive. It was a damn problem!
Aspen had thought it was pretty cool, her increased nipple sensitivity. At first. But they were too sensitive. It was too much of a good thing. It was like how a delicious pie was tasty but eating it became a burden if you had to eat the whole damn pie.
The piercings made her nipples feel a whole damn pie of sensations. Two whole damn pies! One for each aching stiff nipple.
Aspen swore she nearly came when Caihong was jerking on her nipples. That would have been so awful, so humiliating! Cumming while standing in front of her best friend, Rylie! Cumming from what an eighty-year-old Chinese bitch did to her!
Aspen had avoided that fate, an orgasm by nipples, but that wasn’t the end of the problem. Her nipples were still just as hard. She could feel her pulse in them and, with each pulse, the nipples moved a little, jerked a little, and rubbed on her clothing. Which kept them hard and kept all of Aspen aroused.
Her panties were soaked! Now she had to take them off. She was so relieved she did not have to do it in front of Fang. But then she wasn’t supposed to wear panties or bras for the next six months. She knew she wouldn’t be able to hide her piercings or the hardness of her nipples if they did not calm down.
This was only a reprieve. She knew she was supposed to talk to Fang about her piercing and, now that she’d met Fang, she damn well knew Fang would demand to see them. Aspen would have to show off her pierced nipples. And what if they were so obviously hard when she did that? What if Fang insisted on touching them?
She’d had this staying-erect issue with her newly pierced nipples before. Her only solution so far was sleep. When she fell asleep, she woke up with her nipples back to normal. Well, except for the actual piercing holes.
But there was a problem. Every other time this happened, when she’d had nipples that refused to calm down, which was five or six times in the two weeks since she’d gotten the tattoos, part of her calming down strategy was to give in to the nipple lust. She’d gone to bed, yes, but she’d masturbated to orgasm and then fell asleep.
She couldn’t masturbate anymore. Not in bed, at least. She was supposed to sleep in the same bed as that bitch Fang. She wasn’t sure if she could fall asleep while she was this turned on.
She wasn’t sure, even if she did fall asleep if her nipples would calm down while she slept. Was masturbation required for the calm-down process to succeed?
She guessed she was going to find out.
Why hadn’t her nipples calmed down? Yes, that piercer did her work well, no doubt. She was a fucking bitch also! And Caihong had done what she did. That damn old China woman had her way with Aspen’s poor nipples. Mental gasp. Did Caihong know the piercer made Aspen’s nipples more sensitive? Did Caihong jerk Aspen’s nipples into alert hypersensitivity on purpose?
For what purpose? Maybe so that Fang would notice them and ask about them. Or maybe because if Fang knew what piercings might do to her nipples – namely, this, the hypersensitivity – then Fang would be almost sure to avoid getting the same piercings.
Maybe that was why Caihong do that to her. To her nipples. Got them all fired up and the two little erect blazes not refused to calm down and die out.
But Aspen really would have thought recent events, the way the twins treated her and Rylie, would have snuffed out Aspen’s arousal even if her nipples remained hard the way they had.
Recent events hadn’t snuffed out Aspen’s arousal. It had not eased the arousal at all.
Which was bad.
But it was worse than bad.
Because… Aspen’s arousal… had increased!
For no good reason. There was zero justification. After Caihong finally and just in time let go of Aspen’s nipples, the threat of orgasm had receded.
But then, Caihong humiliated her by making her, in front of Rylie, forgive Caihong for the nipple abuse, thank her for the nipple jerking, and even made Aspen give Caihong permission to do it again whenever she wanted to do it!
Talking that way, humiliating herself, had made Aspen’s nipples throb extra hard and fast and made Aspen soak her panties.
Then they met the damn twins. Caihong told the twins that Aspen and Rylie would do anything for them! Which had sounded so sexual. And the twins talked about breaking Aspen and Rylie! Which sounded like they’d be rough with Aspen and Rylie. Like they might try to get sexual! Maybe?
Which had also made Aspen’s nipples throb extra hard and fast and made Aspen soak her panties more than they already were soaked by then.
Even when Fang called her ugly. Aspen’s nipples had reacted to that like a handsome man, some dude Aspen was crushing on, saying he was head over heels for Aspen.
Who was she kidding? Her nipples had never reacted that way to a handsome man appreciating her. Or to anyone on any occasion.
The worst was when Fang treated her like a dog and told her to “obey” and to “heel.” Like a dog! Fang had even called her “freckle pet!” Which was awful. It sounded like some new toy marketed to five-year-old girls.
That verbal mistreatment by Fang made Aspen’s nipples throb extra extra hard. Her pulse had thumped through them, and Aspen had released so much wetness into her panties that she’d worried she would soak through her jeans as well.
They were still pulsating. Her pulsing blood caused little jerks in her nipples like she had tiny cocks on the tips of her breasts.
These altered nipples were a problem!
Aspen looked at her removed clothing. She hadn’t dared look down, not earlier, but she had to know. Yes, the panties were dark with wetness.
Oh, damn! The crotch of Aspen’s jeans was soaked and clearly darker than the rest! She sincerely hoped no one had noticed that. Maybe if anyone saw it, they may have thought the crotch darkness was a trick of shadowing from overhead lights?
Aspen could only hope so.
She put on the black tutu. It went almost straight sideways from her hips. It barely covered Aspen’s pussy!
Aspen no longer had pubic hair to offer her pussy even that insubstantial protection. She better not bend over while wearing this tutu and she better be careful how she sat. Anything other than standing straight or sitting straight would display her pussy.
She put on the yellow tank top. It was incredibly tight. It did not even cover Aspen’s belly button. Fuck. The material was as thin as could be. What the fuck? Was it made out of spun spiderwebs and then dyed?
Fang probably would notice the barbells in Aspen’s nipples. And how swollen Aspen’s nipples were!
Aspen reminded herself that Fang was supposed to know about them anyway and that Aspen had a mission to make nipple piercing sound bad so that Fang wouldn’t get hers pierced. Jesus Christ fucked sideways and upside down! All Aspen would need to do was tell her the truth. That should put a scare into Fang!
But what to say about the swollen and erect nipples? Oh, Aspen knew the answer to that one. She’d tell Fang that was how her nipples were. They just were that way. Some girls had big fat hard nipples all the time.
Ha! Maybe she’d play up that American nipples were superior to Chinese nipples! That fanged bitch!
Aspen put on the rainbow-hued wool cap. Fuck. She must look ridiculous.
Well, time to put on the “show.”
Aspen exited the closet. Fang was sitting on the edge of the bed. Feeling awkward, Aspen stood in front of her.
Fang, her face emotionless, had Aspen turn slowly. Then she had Aspen walk back and forth. Yep, it was a show.
Aspen felt ever so self-conscious, especially with the tutu and lack of panties.
Oh, how did she get herself into this situation? And Rylie did, too.
Fang hopped off the bed, “Come, Flame Freckle. Bring your freckles with you.”
Jesus….
Fang strode out of the bedroom.
Aspen did not feel comfortable in this outfit at all but having to leave the bedroom took her discomfort to another level. It was like the difference between wearing lingerie in the bedroom as opposed to wearing it outside the bedroom.
Aspen followed Fang. What now?
Fang walked down the doublewide hallway outside the bedroom and to another door, which was open.
Aspen stepped in after her.
Another big room. But it only had one thing in it. Correction, it only had one type of thing in it.
Dolls. Lots and lots of dolls. Hundreds? Maybe a thousand. There were small ones that looked like they were made out of porcelain but most were traditional dolls. Some were huge. People-sized. A few looked like people, like actual young women. Aspen had to look twice to make sure they were dolls and not living women.
She wondered if they were the new kinds of adult dolls for men. Sex dolls. They were quite attractive dolls! They were very mature looking!
Did Fang have adult sex dolls and didn’t even know it?
Or, gasp, did Fang have adult sex dolls and did know what they were?
Fang led her over to one corner of the room. She pointed at the floor.
“Here is your spot.”
“Excuse me?”
“We start with playtime. Play with dolls. You are my companion. You must do this. You will be a doll. Sit on the floor.”
Aspen was flabbergasted. She was supposed to act like a doll?
“Sit, Flame Freckle! Sit! Heel, Freckle Pet!”
Aspen was even more flummoxed by her reactions. Fang ordering her around in such a humiliating way, like Aspen was a dog, even calling her a pet, made Aspen’s nipples ache with hardness and she felt so much heat between her legs even despite the open-air tutu. She was dressed but felt bare-ass down there. And bare-pussy. And hot.
The way Fang spoke to her was insufferable but the way Aspen reacted was even more insufferable.
Aspen couldn’t stand it!
So much so that she couldn’t stand.
Aspen sat down Indian style. She was relieved the position meant the tutu had her lower half well-covered. Unfortunately, the thick gray carpet, ultra-plush and soft, some kind of designer carpeting, was in contact with her bare ass cheeks and even her pussy.
Aspen almost moaned!
Damn it. She should not have thumped down so hard.
Fuck! Her arousal was so out of control. Damned if she didn’t want to rub her butt around in the carpet like a dog trying to scrape off a clinging piece of poo.
But she knew it wouldn’t be like that. She’d do it to rub her pussy in the carpeting. Now that her pussy no longer had its natural carpeting of pubic hair. And she knew she wouldn’t do it to get something off. She’d do it to get off.
She knew she better not start rubbing her pussy on the carpet. Once she started, she might not be able to stop. All while Fang looked at her.
Fang the twin bitch would think Aspen was a slut! She’d probably think all American women were sluts.
Aspen’s country was counting on her!
Fang moved a few dolls closer to Aspen. She stood back a few times and took long looks.
“Lift your chin higher, Flame Freckle.”
Aspen lifted her chin higher.
“Put one hand across yourself and use it to hold your elbow. Yes, like that. But lift your arm more. It will make your small breasts not quite so small. Use your arm to push them up from underneath. Yes, like that.”
Aspen cooperated with the posing. Hey, at least Fang wasn’t breaking her!
Or was she? In a different way?
The simple act of lifting her breasts from below made her achy nipples pulse with sensation. She nearly scooted her pussy around on the carpet.
How was she this turned on with no one but a young Chinese bitch within a hundred feet of her? It was so disturbing!
Fang told her, “Stay still. Be like a doll. Be the doll.”
Be the doll….
She was sitting in the middle of a bunch of dolls. And she was dressed stupid crazy like a girl might dress her dolls when she swapped clothing between them. The tutu from the ballerina doll, the winter cap from the snow bunny doll….
Wait, what was Fang doing now?
Fang was… had her smartphone out and was taking pictures of Aspen!
Aspen broke pose, just a little, to raise a finger, “No photos please!”
Fang laughed, “Photos do please me. Just think American freckle face, when I am happy to take photos of you and you are not happy with my taking your photos, who will win this contest? Who? Do you know it is me or are you stupid?”
Aspen wasn’t stupid.
Fuck. She guessed she had to put up with it.
Aspen’s raised finger sank down and she reverted to her doll pose. She fumed as Fang took photos. As she fumed, feeling helpless and demeaned, it felt like her pussy fizzed. What the fuck?
She was fuming and fizzing at the same time. It felt like a splash of carbonated water was fizzing inside her pussy.
How was this turning her on? Her arousal was getting worse, increasing, instead of decreasing or, even better, disappearing.
The only new ingredient was the humiliating way Fang treated her.
Fang took photos from far and near, high and low, and from either side. The whole time, Aspen had to sit there still, except for forcing super happy grins onto her face when Fang commanded them. Sometimes Fang wanted her to be a happy doll and other times Fang wanted her to look inanimate.
She had to sit still and take the humiliation when the whole time she felt like jumping up and running away.
And hopefully finding somewhere private to rub her pussy to orgasm. While using her other hand to tug at her suddenly superpowered nipples. Assuming their sky-high sensations were a superpower and not kryptonite.
Aspen tried to tune out the photos in order to figure out her situation better and how to handle it. Something new bothered her and it wasn’t only the photos or her reaction to them. It was what Fang had said.
Fang had said that if she wanted something and Aspen did not want it, Fang would win. Was that true? Probably. Every time? She bet Fang thought so.
If Fang always held the majority vote, then Fang called all the shots. Aspen could never outvote her. Either they both agreed on something, in which case Fang got what she wanted, or they disagreed. And Fang still got what she wanted.
Surely not!
But when, and how, would Aspen put a stop to Fang’s way of thinking?
Aspen guessed she’d wait until the opportune moment. She’d fight when she had something worth fighting for.
These were just some stupid photos of Aspen wearing a stupid outfit. Looking like a doll while posed with dolls.
Bad, but not the worst thing in the world.
Fang told her, “I will send these photos to Xiang. Perhaps she will share them with the other American. Is she your friend?”
Aspen wanted to groan. Mostly because of the idea of Rylie seeing her like this but a little bit because of the ongoing throbbing of her nipples and the way the deep plush carpet felt on Aspen’s carpetless pussy.
“Yes, Rylie is my best friend.”
“You have a new best friend now. Her name is Fang. Your bestest friend ever. We are already playing with dolls. We will be better friends than you and Rylie.”
Aspen sure doubted that!
Aspen tried to be political, not really her thing, “We can try.”
“We will try! Which means you will try! We will succeed. Soon you will call me your best friend ever. You will tell Rylie this new truth once we make it true. If need be, you will disown her as a friend.”
“Slow your roll, Fang. I’m a loyal friend. I won’t betray Rylie. Also, friendships need work. We can’t just be friends because we decide to be friends. It takes work.”
Fang agreed, in a way, “Yes, true. We will accomplish this work. I will work you hard. We are already playing with dolls. I will make you love playing with dolls and love to be a doll. There is much more to come.
“By the way, I have dolls while Xiang has stuffed animals. Dolls are so much better. So much more lifelike. Ha! Like you! A doll who looks quite alive.”
“Uhm, yeah, because I am alive. So, Xiang has a room like this one but full of stuffed animals instead of dolls?”
“Yes.”
“Do you think she’ll have Rylie pose as a stuffed animal?”
“No! Are you stupid? Humans can be dolls but not stuffed animals. Dolls are human. Animals are not.”
“Uh….”
“There. Photos are complete and sent to Xiang.”
Aspen wondered if the photos would get out there. Work their way into the internet. Was there a fetish site for humans dressed like and acting like dolls? Shit, she bet there was. There were sites out there for anything and everything.
Aspen was glad she had no intent to get into politics. As of now, that door was closed. Even if the photos did not get disseminated, Fang the little Chinese bitch would have it over her. If Aspen ever were a senator, she’d damn well want to vote for funding arms shipments to Taiwan. No doubt Fang would be against it.
“What next?” asked Aspen.
“You will stay here. I will go do whatever I want.”
“Stay here and do what?”
“Nothing. You are a doll. Dolls stay where they are left until needed again.”
Fang turned towards the door.
Aspen protested, “I can’t just sit here all day! I need food! I’ll be so bored! I’m not a doll, I’m a companion!”
“Stay, Flame Freckle, stay. I will bring you food. I enjoy feeding my dolls. Usually pretend food but I will bring you real food. Remain as still as possible. Dolls are not supposed to move.”
Fang walked out.
Aspen did not know what to do.
