Aspen did not do much.
That was what she decided to do. To cooperate. That meant sitting around, dressed like a crazy hodge-podge doll.
She was not bored. She was worse than bored.
What was worse than bored? Boredom combined with hard nipples that would not calm down. And a wet pussy. That was one problem with her hard nipples. It wasn’t just a them thing. They were connected to the rest of her and they had an impact. Primarily on her pussy.
So, there she was, for hours and hours, with a wet pussy and hard nipples. With nothing to do while they cried for attention. It felt like her pussy really was weeping. She felt the tears trickle from time to time.
Her mind was not helpful. With nothing to do, her mind dwelled on recent events and how Caihong and Fang had treated her. And how Caihong had treated Rylie as well.
The images and the feelings filled Aspen’s mind. She could not banish them.
Caihong fondling Rylie’s tattoos.
Caihong jerking on Aspen’s nipples. Jerking off her nipples! How that made Aspen feel. How it defeated Aspen. How she nearly orgasmed, on her feet, in front of Rylie, because of what a female octogenarian did to her.
Xiang pulling Rylie away. Aspen had never seen her friend so not in control. Rylie wasn’t controlling, not at all, but she was what some would describe as “well put together.” She did not lose her cool. She always seemed to know what to do. People treated her with respect.
Not today! Xiang was in charge of Rylie. Like how Caihong had also taken charge of both of them. Like how Fang was in charge of Aspen.
More than in charge. Fang bossed Aspen around and humiliated her. Fang was mean.
It was boring and humiliating to spend hours and hours as a doll, doing nothing. Somehow, even so, Aspen was extremely aroused. It was so incongruous. How could she be so bored and so aroused?
It was because the boredom forced her mind to entertain itself reliving recent events and experiences and feels and feelings. It was also because this boredom, forced to sit here dressed like a fucked up doll, was an ongoing perpetual-feeling humiliation.
Humiliation should turn her off.
Humiliation did not turn her off.
Humiliation turned her on.
It was so disturbing. It was almost scary. But arousal defeated her concern and fear.
Normally, when Aspen was this aroused or anywhere close to it, she’d either jump a guy’s bones if she had a boyfriend, or she’d go out clubbing trying to meet someone, or, by far the most often, she’d fingerbang. Feel a lust, please a lust.
She would not sit around, on the floor, dressed like a doll, and do nothing! It was against her urge. Her need for physical satisfaction.
She needed to do something about this!
She couldn’t. The door to the doll room was wide open. Fang could walk in at any moment. Worse, much worse, Aspen had noticed a video camera in the corner of the room she was in. It looked like it was pointed right at her.
A camera for a doll room? An estate like this should have security cameras but… in a doll room? Maybe every room had cameras. Or maybe Fang highly valued her dolls.
Or…
…was it there specifically for Aspen?
If it was there for Aspen, then it was there against Aspen. Anyone might be watching her. Assuming the camera worked and was recording, she was on video in this humiliating outfit.
It would be a lot worse if she was on video fingerbanging herself!
Yes, she’d thought about doing that. She needed relief. Or something. She had to think about it. If she was in private, she knew she would. She was alone but she was not in private. Not with a camera pointed more or less at her.
So, she stewed in her own juices. Literally. She felt ready to bubble up into a boil. But she couldn’t quite do that. She could not touch herself and could not get satisfaction just sitting here no matter how aroused she was, no matter how throbbing hard her nipples were, and no matter how much she relived her humiliations over and over again.
She wished for relief. Almost any kind of relief. She needed relief. She could not get relief.
Fang came back after half an hour and handed Aspen a walkie-talkie. Fang told her to call if Aspen needed to go to the bathroom. Aspen already did need to go and she told Fang as much.
Fang said, “Go then, Flame Freckle. Bring your freckles with you, Freckle Doll.”
Bring her freckles with her? How could she not?
There Fang went again, humiliating her. The nicknames. The doll treatment. Picking on Aspen because she had freckles!
Fang had freckles, too! Not nearly as many, but still.
She went to the bathroom and on the way to it thought about trying to quickly rub one out in the bathroom. She knew Fang was waiting for her. Could she do it quickly enough? She was so aroused. She could probably make herself cum quickly.
Maybe she would….
The idea of it, even that, turned her on. Her lower tummy tightened in anticipation.
Yes, she needed it. It was naughty. It was its own humiliation. But she needed to do it. She might go crazy if she didn’t do it.
Then she saw a camera in the bathroom also!
Fucking fiddlesticks!
Fuck. She wished she had a fiddlestick right then, whatever the fuck a fiddlestick was. She’d fuck herself with it!
But not on camera!
She couldn’t masturbate or even pee with a camera on her. Forget that!
She left the bathroom and asked Fang about the camera. Fang said it was for security and Aspen had to put up with it. By then, Aspen was desperate to pee.
So, incredible to herself, she went back in and peed. On video.
It made her feel so exposed. And humiliated. And needy.
Would Fang or Caihong watch video of her peeing? Were they sickos?
Better question, an important one, was whether they were lesbians. Could they be? Caihong sure knew how to jerk a nipple! She’d done it much longer than she should have done it. She should not have done it at all.
Fang had her in this ridiculous and also highly revealing outfit. It was like a slut outfit for a slut doll who had zero fashion sense. And now this camera in the bathroom.
Yeah, they might be lesbians. Aspen better be on guard. In part against herself. She was so fucking turned on!
Well, she sure as fuck wasn’t going to do anything lesbian with Fang the twin bitch, Fang the evil twin, Fang the Humiliator.
Aspen had long ago thought that if she ever did do anything lesbian – a little lesbian, nothing too crazy, maybe some making out and some fondling – then Rylie was the one for her. Rylie was cool, she trusted Rylie, and Rylie was hot as fuck. Any girl would be proud to do lesbian stuff with Rylie. Even if they weren’t a lesbian!
But they’d never done anything like that. Which was fine. Which was good. Don’t mess up the friendship! Besides, Aspen was super heterosexual. Even more so than Rylie. She thought so because, while Rylie wore little to no make-up and had few revealing outfits, Aspen dressed to please guys, very girly, and she adored make-up and all things that made a woman more attractive to a man.
Though she guessed those things probably would make her more attractive to a woman also. Maybe it wasn’t fair to say she was more heterosexual than Rylie. But, damn it, she was heterosexual!
She thought she was pretty good in bed. She thought guys thought so. She was willing to do a lot in bed. Guys loved that. They loved how she orgasmed. They loved that she was willing to talk dirty and that she liked it when they talked dirty.
All with men! Very heterosexual!
Was Fang a lesbian? If she was, not being full of herself and no matter what Fang said about Aspen’s freckles, Aspen was sure Fang had to be attracted to her. If Fang was a lesbian and was attracted to Aspen, then she was sure to make a move on Aspen. They were alone and Fang had… control over Aspen? Influence? No, this contract was stronger than influence.
But Fang also did not control Aspen!
Except for little stuff like making her dress up and act like a doll. And peeing on camera….
As she finished peeing, Aspen wiped with toilet paper. She locked up for a fraction of a second because it felt so good to touch herself. She almost kept rubbing. She almost could not stop herself.
Only awareness of the camera kept her from moaning and kept her from rubbing one out while sitting on the toilet.
She’d had to pee on camera. No choice there. She was desperate to pee and this was the place for it. What, was she going to pee in the hallway? That wouldn’t even help. There was a camera there also!
But everybody peed. So what if they saw her peeing on camera? People knew you peed when you said you were going to the bathroom.
Anyone sharing a video of you peeing told others nothing about you. Only about themselves for being so damn creepy.
It was still humiliating.
But there was no way she’d rub one out on video! That would make people think you’re slutty. Even though everyone did it! Everyone rubbed one out sometimes, or often, but not on video.
The world was a fucked up place, Aspen knew that, but she also tried to play by the rules and society’s expectations. She often acted like a rebel but she wasn’t really that much of a rebel. At least, not to the point of knowingly masturbating on camera.
She returned to Fang and the doll room. Fang left her alone with the walkie-talkie and her ongoing lust.
As the hours dragged by and Aspen kept feeling like dragging her bare pussy around on the carpet, Fang brought her a drink a few times, and two meals, lunch and then dinner. She also took away the plates saying she was having lots of fun playing dolls.
That made one of them!
Aspen visited the bathroom two more times and successfully refrained from masturbating. But it was getting harder. The subversive thought occurred that the Chou women were unlikely to actually view the video. It felt like she was trying to give herself permission to feel herself up.
But she did not feel lucky today. If they watched even one of her visits to the bathroom she was sure they’d happen to choose the one where she rubbed one out.
What would they think if they saw that?
They’d think she got off on being dressed like a doll and forced to act like a doll!
In what Aspen guessed was early evening – the doll room had no clock and no windows – Fang called on the walkie-talkie.
“Fang calling Flame Hair Freckle Face. Respond.”
Aspen sighed. So they were playing dolls and walkie-talkie?
“Hello, Fang. Aspen here. Just call me Aspen.”
“I call you whatever I want to call you. Doll owners decide the names of all dolls and may change them at will. Stupid doll!”
Aspen almost ripped into her but held her temper in check. The spike of humiliated arousal at the way Fang spoke to her helped her resist resisting.
Fang’s voice crackled over the walkie-talkie, “I watch you on camera. Look just like a doll. Very little movement. So good.”
Fang was watching her live over the camera!
“You look like a horny doll. Poor sexy doll. I forgot to give you permission. You may rub your doll pussy and have an orgasm. Fang gives you permission.”
“What the fuck!?!”
“You heard me, Flame Hair Freckle Face. You should thank me for kindness. Up to you, this time, if you rub the doll pussy.”
Aspen threw the walkie-talkie across the room. Then she gave the finger to the camera.
But… once she calmed a little, she really wished she could give the finger directly to her pussy. Just a few minutes of rubbing her swollen clitty, or maybe even if she just jerked on her nipples a little, and her orgasm would explode.
No way was she going to do that. Not on camera. Not because Fang gave her permission.
Did this mean Fang was a lesbian? She must want Aspen to masturbate. And she was watching Aspen. Probably planning on watching Aspen masturbate. That was pretty lesbian!
Aspen remembered something Fang said, something Aspen hadn’t taken note of when Fang said it. She’d said it was up to Aspen if she wanted to rub her “doll pussy” “this time.” This time!
That must mean Fang thought she could order Aspen to do it at some other time.
What the fuck!?!
That was crazy. And so humiliating that anyone thought they could order Aspen around at all let alone in such a personal way.
But what was really crazy…
…Aspen half-wished Fang had ordered her to do it. Right now, she just couldn’t do it. She needed to but it would be way too slutty and way too humiliating. It was close because she wanted to do it so badly. She wouldn’t.
But if Fang had told her to do it… that might be enough to tip the scales and make her tip her hand she was super turned on and make her use that tipped hand to tip herself over into an orgasm.
Oh, how awful, she probably would have done it if Fang “ordered” her to do it. Thank God Fang had not ordered Aspen to do it!
Masturbating, knowing she was on camera and that Fang was watching….
What would that be like?
Aspen’s pussy spasmed and her nipples ached worse than ever before.
It was driving her mad!
The walkie-talkie was about fifteen feet away and partially under a doll, but Aspen heard Fang’s next communication all too clearly.
“American doll, Flame Hair Freckle Face, I am a kind Mistress. Kind of kind. Okay, not so kind at all. But I am your Mistress and you are my doll. You are clearly a horny sexy doll. Make the rub. Do it. Rub your doll pussy.”
Oh damn! There it was! The order she was so relieved Fang had not ordered, Fang had gone ahead and had ordered.
Why had Fang changed it from voluntary to ordering Aspen to do it? Did she always intend? Maybe she just wanted to see if Aspen would do it when given permission and then, if not, when not, order her to do it. And see if Aspen would obey an order like that.
Or maybe Fang had zoomed in on the camera view and examined Aspen’s facial expression as she suggested Aspen rub her pussy. Maybe she saw the need in Aspen’s reaction. Maybe she now knew how vulnerably aroused Aspen was. And then she decided to act on that knowledge and order Aspen to do it.
This Chinese girl she’d just met, one who Aspen was contractually obligated to keep happy, was ordering her to rub her pussy!
No fair!
Aspen could not do that!
Aspen wanted to do that….
Aspen could not do that!
Fang’s voice squawked out of the walkie-talkie, “I know you hear me. The camera has audio, too, so I know my voice is coming across to you on the walkie. You will obey. Must I send you away? Must I tell grandmother you are a failed companion? Must twins share the other companion?”
Rylie! Poor Rylie if she had to deal with both bitch twins.
Rylei would leave if Aspen did. Or would she? They might not let Aspen see Rylie before making her leave. They might not tell Rylie that Aspen was kicked out.
Fang added, “All slutty American dolls rub their doll pussy. Do not deny this truth. Instead, show this truth to Fang. All will be as Fang wants it.”
God help her, but as Fang said “All will be—” Aspen thought she was going to say “all will be well.” All would not be well. At least Fang didn’t lie!
All will be as Fang wants it.
As Fang wants it….
Aspen realized Fang did want it. She must want Aspen to masturbate. Why else would she order it?
If Aspen did it, she’d give Fang what she wanted. Which Aspen hated in and of itself. She already disliked Fang so much that her dislike had be close to hate by now.
Fang wasn’t the only one who wanted Aspen to do it. All afternoon, almost all day, Aspen had wanted to rub one out. She’d even thought about doing it in the bathroom. Or by rubbing her pussy on the carpet.
She’d wanted to keep her arousal a secret. But the cat was out of the bag now.
So… would the pussy soon be in the hand?
Fang wanted it.
Aspen wanted it.
They wanted it for different reasons. Aspen just needed it. She needed physical satisfaction. So far it had been a long day simulating that line from the Rolling Stones song, “Can’t get no satisfaction.”
Why the fuck did Fang want it? She must be a lesbian. More than that, Fang was power-tripping. She had some power over Aspen due to Aspen’s contractual situation. Now she was using it. Again. Like how she made Aspen dress up like a doll.
This was a much bigger ask. Fang had found out she could get Aspen to go along with dressing up like a doll. And with sitting around bored like a doll. Now Fang was trying to find out what else she could get away with and get Aspen to do. Fang was trying to expand her control, her use of power over Aspen, to the sexual realm!
Aspen knew she should not give in to this. She had to set her feet at some point and the sooner the better. The sooner the less humiliation. Because it wouldn’t only be this. At least, Aspen did not think so. She doubted she was seeing the most extreme Fang Chou on day one.
It was hard to make herself do it. To make herself resist. It was hard to stand up for herself while sitting down Indian-style dressed like a doll wearing a tutu. It was hard when Fang ordered her to do what she wanted to do anyway.
Maybe this wasn’t the right time to stand up for herself.
Fang wasn’t even in the doll room.
Yeah, she should probably look Fang in the eyes when she stood up to her. That way Fang would know she was serious.
Oh, wow, had she just talked herself into obeying Fang’s naughty order?
Oh, but it would be so nasty, so lesbian to do it with Fang watching, and it would be on camera!
More of Fang’s words came back to her, “All slutty American dolls rub their doll pussy.”
And that was it.
Suddenly she was doing it.
Her hand was under the tutu and on her pussy and rubbing and it felt fucking great!
She moaned. Oh no, oh dammit, she was doing it, acting like a slut and moaning like a slut.
Her pussy was so wet and so hot.
A choked groan emitted from Aspen’s passion-constricted throat.
So bad. So naughty.
This was terrible. And it felt great.
Fang’s voice from the walkie-talkie, “That’s a good doll. The American obeys her Chinese superior. This is a microcosm of the future world order. Yes, always obey your Mistress. It feels so good to dolls when they obey their Mistress.”
Wow, it did feel good. It felt physically good and it felt good in some other way. It was connected to the riskiness of her behavior and to the humiliation. Rubbing her pussy now, for this mean Asian girl and for the camera, felt so much better than when she did it on her own, in privacy, and only because she wanted it and was not doing it for some spoiled Chinese bitch.
Fang’s voice over the talkie, “You love to obey your Mistress.”
Was Fang trying to brainwash her?
Shit, was it working?
“You would love to do anything your Mistress wants. You wait eagerly for orders. You so want to obey.”
Aspen tried not to listen to Fang’s voice but it was impossible not to. Especially when it might convey orders, orders that had to be obeyed. That was how it felt to Aspen. She was touching her pussy, obeying that order. It felt like an agreement to obey all surrounding orders that had anything to do with it.
“American doll, adopt a new position. Lay on your back and spread your legs. Fang wants to see if you have freckles on your pussy.”
Oh… God.
The request, or order, was bad. Outrageous. But Aspen obeyed and that was even more outrageous.
She did not have freckles on her pussy. For some reason, she wanted Fang to see that. She wanted to prove it. Fang did not respect freckles. Or Aspen.
Aspen felt like she had something to prove. Aspen wanted Fang to like her pussy. It should not matter but it did.
Aspen lay on her back, knees akimbo, rubbing her pussy.
Fang’s crackly voice, “Yes, so slutty. I heard American women are ever so slutty and you prove it. You are a slut doll!”
That was so not true! Or maybe it was. It felt true. Aspen felt intensely slutty. She’d never felt this slutty in her entire life. She’d never done anything close to this demented.
Fang’s crackling voice commanded, “Rub it! Rub that white pussy!”
She was. She was!
“Maybe that is why I see no freckles when I zoom in on your pussy. Maybe you rub it so much, rub it all the time, that you have rubbed off all the freckles. Lack of freckles is more proof you are slut!”
Aspen just could not win! If her pussy had freckles, Fang might think it was an ugly pussy. But without freckles, Fang thought it was proof Aspen was a slut.
Aspen did not think Fang needed more proof. She felt so slutty. She acted so slutty.
Fang, “Shift your ass a little to your left. Good. Now spread legs like a good white slut should. Good. That’s very good, Flame Hair Freckle Face. I can see more detail. Now spread your pussy lips. Show Fang inner pink! Show Fang how slutty American women are! Show me!”
Aspen showed her. She’d fallen into a mental spot where she had no traction for her own thoughts. She was stuck obeying, stuck feeling slutty, stuck feeling far too much lust.
She hated it, but Fang’s emotionally demolishing orders, the humiliation, and the slutty display, powerfully added to Aspen’s arousal.
In the new position, Aspen only dimly heard Fang’s voice and yet it was all too clear, “Cum for me, American slut! Cum for your superior Chinese Mistress! When you cum for me you become mine!”
That wasn’t true, was it…?
Only one way to find out….
Aspen thrummed her fingers on her swollen clitoris. Her orgasm blasted through her mind.
Aspen humped upward, humped her hand, humped air, smacking her ass up and down against the plush gray carpet.
Her legs straightened, all muscles tensing. Once. Twice. Three times.
Then she went slack, on her back, tutu up to her waist, panting, chest heaving.
