JENNY: A Novel of Sexual Enslavement

by C. A. Tessler

  "Jenny, if you don't stop laughing I won't be able to put this thing in. Now stop." Jenny composed herself enough to let Janet finish inserting the plug.

  "OK," said Janet as she stood up, "maybe now we can get some sleep."

  Jenny rolled over on her back and grinned. "Maybe. Am I your last plug for the night?" She giggled.

  "Very funny," said Janet. "Move over a bit so I can lie down."

  Janet lay down next to Jenny. They tried to get comfortable, but Janet could tell that Jenny was being squeezed against the wall.

  "Do you lie on your side when you sleep, or on your back?" asked Janet.

  "On my side," said Jenny.

  "OK, lie on your side." Jenny turned to face the wall.

  "No, no," said Janet, "face this way, toward me." Jenny rolled over, facing Janet. "OK, now lift your head up." When Jenny did, Janet put her arm under Jenny's head. "Now, put your head here, on my shoulder." Jenny did. "Is that comfortable?" asked Janet.

  It was very comfortable. The full length of Jenny's body was resting against Janet. For a moment, Jenny didn't know where to rest her free arm. Janet took Jenny's hand and pulled it across her waist.

  "OK now?" asked Janet again.

  "Yes, OK," said Jenny softly.

  It's better than OK, thought Janet to herself. Even though Janet's days were filled with physical contact, she had not once felt the warmth of the human touch that she felt with Jenny. She hadn't realized before Jenny lay next to her that real human contact had been lost to her since she became a slave. Now, she could feel Jenny breathing, feel Jenny's breasts against her, feel every inch of Jenny's legs, and it made her forget everything else.

  Jenny, tired out from all her laughing, fell asleep quickly. Janet, alive to the girl beside her, closed her eyes but didn't fall asleep until an hour had passed.

  CHAPTER XI

  Jenny awoke only four hours after falling asleep on Janet's shoulder. Her left arm, the arm beneath her, was stiff. After sitting up and stretching it, she lay down next to Janet again. She couldn't say why she liked lying next to Janet, something Janet had understood immediately, but she was ready to admit that she did. She moved her head down until it rested just above Janet's breast and put her hand gently around Janet's waist. She felt a slight tingle, the sort of tingle that made her take a deep breath. Then she closed her eyes and went back to sleep.

  When an escort came to take the slaves to breakfast, he found them still sleeping. He was new to DiMarcos and had not yet learned to be brusque with slaves. A more experienced escort would have announced in a loud voice that it was time for breakfast, but the new employee just stared. He had never seen anything so beautiful, so peaceful, and so erotic. He shuffled his feet, but when this didn't wake the slaves, he stepped outside the room and walked up and down, heavily, a few times. When he returned, Jenny was propped up on her elbow beside Janet. This pose, thought the escort, was just as nice as the two of them asleep.

  Jenny gently roused Janet who, when she became sensible, realized that once again an escort had awakened her. She was ready to reach for her tube of lubricant until she saw was it wasn't the donut escort.

  The new employee took the leashes from the wall and handed them to Jenny. Jenny attached her own, then Janet's. Jenny suddenly remembered the butt plug and removed it, which the escort did not fail to notice. In another moment they were on their way. The escort picked up two more slaves, then led all four to the restaurant. A second foursome of slaves reached their destination soon after Jenny's group. There must not be many escorts working this morning, thought Jenny.

  When the escort brought Jenny and Janet back from breakfast, he waited patiently until they both sat down. He told them he had a few things to do in the office, but that he would be back.

  "Get ready," said Janet, as he walked out. "He wants to do us both." She fetched some lubricant and applied it, very liberally Jenny thought. Then she handed it to Jenny. Jenny put a little on her finger and inserted the finger between her legs. When she did nothing else, Janet mildly reproached her.

  "You should use more than that, and be sure you put plenty between your cheeks."

  "But I'm still just for blow jobs until Monday," protested Jenny.

  "The escort saw the butt plug," said Janet. "He won't care if you're just for blow jobs or not. Put on some more of this," and this time when Janet wagged the tube Jenny didn't laugh.

  Janet was right. The escort first made Janet and Jenny take turns blowing him. He couldn't help but compare the two. The blond slave slid her lips down his dick until it was nearly at the back of her mouth. Then she curled her lips over her teeth, bit down, and slowly masturbated him. The escort loved it. He reached down to play with Janet's nipples. They weren't erect, and only rose a little when he massaged them. He wasn't disappointed. Just touching Janet's tits was exciting.

  For three minutes he let Janet stroke him while he stared at the little slave with the light brown hair. Having one slave suck him while staring at a second slave, whom he could call on at any time, was very erotic. Finally, his curiosity about Jenny overcame the pleasure Janet was giving him, and he told Jenny it was her turn.

  Jenny didn't curl her lips the way Janet did, but she did get the escort down her throat a few times. She hummed constantly. She didn't simply drone on, but varied her pitch and the length of her muffled vocals. She made a few little girl sounds, which delighted the escort. When he reached down to play with Jenny's nipples, he found them already erect. When he first squeezed a nipple, Jenny sat up a little and bent over toward him. Ah, he said to himself, this one likes having her nipples pinched. Every time he squeezed, Jenny moved her head up and down more rapidly for a few strokes, and changed the pitch of her humming. Jenny made him feel so good that he did not make the slaves switch again. He had a fabulous orgasm.

  Next, he screwed each slave for a few minutes. The blond kept her head on the floor and was completely expressionless. She slowly rotated her hips as he stroked her. The movement of her hips had a sexy, sultry quality that matched her looks. The escort felt like he was screwing a sex goddess. After three minutes of watching Janet's hips, he thought they were almost beckoning to him. He pulled his dick out of Janet's pussy, pressed it against her anus, then slid inside her. As soon as he did, her hips began rotating again.

  While it was Janet's turn with the escort, Jenny sat a few feet away in her best slave position. She had often pictured to herself what she looked like when she was blowing a man, and what she saw when Janet was blowing the escort was very nearly what she had pictured. She was a bit surprised that watching Janet blow the escort didn't bother her. She wasn't bothered when she watched the escort screw Janet, either. In fact, the slow movement of Janet's hips was fascinating, and Jenny had no difficulty imagining what it would feel like to have the escort inside her.

  When the escort switched to Janet's ass, Jenny shifted uncomfortably. If the escort did to her what he was doing to Janet, Jenny realized she was only a few minutes away from having a man up her ass. Janet's total composure, though, had a calming influence on Jenny, and the movement of Janet's hips did not suggest that Janet was in pain.

  After only two minutes of butt fucking Janet, the escort told Jenny it was her turn. While screwing Janet, he could feel himself approaching an orgasm, and he wanted to have as much time with the pretty little brown-haired slave as he had with the blond. Janet crawled off the escort's dick and toward the spot that Jenny occupied. Jenny passed her, crawling in the opposite direction.

  When Jenny turned around and put her tail up, she bumped against the escort, confirming his opinion that the little slave was a real spark plug.

  "Better clean it off first," said the escort. "They're getting picky about health lately."

  Jenny's eyes got very wide. She looked up at Janet, who had just assumed her sitting position. Janet gave a slight, almost imperceptible shrug.

  "Turn around, dammit," said the escort.

  Jenny slowly turned, then
tentatively, very tentatively, put her lips around the head of the escort's dick. What she got wasn't as bad as what she expected. The dick was salty, but the taste didn't overwhelm her. In a minute, she had cleaned the escort as much as he thought necessary.

  "OK, turn around again," he said.

  When the escort began to screw her, Jenny tried keeping her head on the floor. At first this was not difficult, but gradually she became aroused. She got up on all fours and began rocking back and forth on the escort. She had it in the back of her mind to make him cum so that he wouldn't want to sample her ass. She knew she had failed, though, when the escort pulled out of her and pushed her tail down with his hand.

  She didn't know what to expect as the escort pressed against her sphincter. It turned out, though, that the butt plug had done its job. She felt only mild discomfort, though no arousal, as she carefully rocked back and forth. The escort, now looking at Janet while stroking Jenny, had far too much to think about. He could vividly remember both blow jobs and both pussies. He could still picture Janet's hips, even as he was charmed by Jenny's girlish waist and ass. He had an orgasm inside Jenny that he wouldn't attempt to describe.

  When he pulled his dick out of Jenny, he tapped her on the hip, and said, "Turn around, little one." Jenny knew what he wanted next and cringed.

  The escort would have been happy with just a minute in Jenny's mouth, but she was so erotic he couldn't bring himself to tell her to stop. He let her go on, looked up at Janet, and had an inspiration. He motioned to Janet with his left hand, and at the same time laid his right on Jenny's head.

  "Don't jump, little one," he said softly. He looked at Janet. "Play with her clit a little," he said.

  Jenny didn't jump, but she did tense when she heard the escort's order. Ohmygawd, what shall I do, she asked herself, but the escort's hand on the back of head kept her where she was. Janet's hand slipped between her legs, about mid thigh, and then tugged gently against her thigh to spread her legs apart. Jenny felt Janet's hand move slowly up her thigh until Janet's forefinger rested on her lips. Janet moved her finger left, then right, and when Jenny's lips parted, Janet's finger pressed lightly against Jenny's clit.

  Janet knew better than to directly massage Jenny's clit. She ran her finger around it, at one point pulling the covering over Jenny's clit to one side. This did make Jenny jump. She moaned loud enough to tell the escort all he needed to know.

  "Keep doing that," he said to Janet. While Janet followed this directive, he reached beneath Jenny and gently squeezed one of her nipples, keeping his other hand on the back of her head. Jenny quivered and lurched her hips to one side, temporarily dislodging Janet's finger. Instead of immediately putting her finger back between Jenny's lips, Janet again put her hand between Jenny's legs and gently rubbed Jenny's thigh for a few moments. She squeezed it firmly, then again put her finger between Jenny's lips and began massaging again.

  Jenny was in no position to think lucidly. She was trying to stroke the escort's dick and involuntarily responding to him squeezing her nipple. She felt Janet squeeze her thigh and then felt Janet's finger between her lips. In that moment she realized that Janet was going to drive her to an orgasm, but it was the last coherent thought she had. Janet again ran her finger around Jenny's clit, so closely that the rush for Jenny was overpowering.

  "Yeah," said the escort softly, "just like that. Keep doing it to her just like that."

  Though Jenny wasn't able to understand the situation, Janet was. Three weeks of studied detachment during sex and all her suspicions of the day before suddenly combined. She saw everything clearly. She knew what was about to happen, if indeed it hadn't happened already.

  Fortunately for Jenny and the escort, Jenny was not like most women. She did not clench her teeth during an orgasm. As she approached it, she moaned, took a few short breaths, then moaned again. The escort, twice, thought he was about to cum. Shortly after the second time, Jenny's orgasm hit. When she moaned this time, it came from deep inside her and the vibration drove the escort to the edge and over it.

  The escort had never had sex with two women before, and it was with great difficulty that he composed himself after Jenny had caused his third orgasm. Finally, he told the slaves to sit. Then he went to the bathroom for a moment. When he came back, he dressed and again looked over Jenny and Janet, now sitting almost motionless.

  "You two are quite a pair," he finally said. He turned and was gone.

  Janet remained still and waited. She knew Jenny would have something to say about the menage, and she thought it best to let Jenny start the conversation. Jenny was very confused. Janet just made me have an orgasm, she said to herself. I just had sex with Janet. I just had sex with a woman, my best friend, my only friend. She could say this to herself, but she didn't know what to say to Janet.

  "Janet?"

  "Yes, Jenny," Janet said softly.

  Jenny said nothing more. When it became clear that Jenny could say nothing more, Janet broke the silence.

  "Jenny, are you OK?" Janet made a quarter turn to the right so that the slaves were sitting at right angles.

  "Yes," said Jenny. She paused. "I mean no." She paused again. "I don't know."

  "I'm sorry you were in the middle of all that. I guess you haven't done anything like that before."

  Finally Jenny was able to speak. "Janet, we just had sex with each other. Didn't we?"

  "Yes," said Janet quietly, "I guess we did."

  "Why did you make me have an orgasm, Janet?"

  "The escort could tell when I was touching you and when I wasn't." Janet paused for a moment. "And..." Janet stopped.

  "And what, Janet?"

  Janet shifted a bit. "And if I didn't do what the escort wanted, he might have told your master. Or my master."

  Jenny finally got out of her sitting position, crossed her legs in front of her, and rested her elbows on her knees. "I guess this is what they call working together," she said.

  "Yes," said Janet, "this is what they call working together."

  "Janet, you're my friend. I don't know how to handle this."

  "I think I can explain most of it. Your master and my master put us together hoping something like this would happen."

  "Really, Janet? Do you really think so?"

  "Yes," said Janet, "I really think so."

  "But Janet, that wasn't what I was asking."

  "Oh?" said Janet. "What were you asking."

  "We just had sex, Janet. What does that mean? Are we friends ... or what?"

  "Yes, Jenny, we're friends." Janet knew this was not sufficient. "Jenny, try not to let it bother you too much. I mean, I know it's really hard to look at a person the same way after you've had sex with him," she paused, "or her, but don't let it warp your thinking." Janet knew that Jenny was much more emotional than she was, and she had an idea where the conversation might go.

  "But Janet," said Jenny, trying to be as calm as she could, "we're going to sleep together tonight. How can I keep from thinking about it when I'm practically lying on top of you."

  "Jenny," said Janet gently, "we don't have to have sex just because we're sleeping together. I'm very happy just lying next to you. I don't need anything more than that from you."

  "But do you want more than that?" asked Jenny.

  "Jenny," Janet sighed, "we're friends. I'm happy to keep things that way."

  "You didn't answer my question, Janet."

  Janet couldn't lie to Jenny, but the truth was too difficult to explain. She would never force herself on Jenny, but if something developed between them, then that was life. Since Janet couldn't say this, she said nothing.

  When Janet didn't reply, Jenny thought she knew why. "You can have me if you want me, Janet," she said, looking down.

  Janet could hear the voice of a slave. "Jenny, please don't talk like that. I'm in the same situation you are. I know what it's like to be taken advantage of, and I just couldn't do that to you. We're only making things harder on ourselves by talking
like this, and the last thing we need is for things to be harder than they already are. You understand that, don't you?"

  "Yes," said Jenny, "I understand that."

  Janet knew that the issue wasn't settled, but she was relieved that they had agreed on something. "OK," she said. "I need to clean up a little, and so do you. Do you want to go first?"

  "No," said Jenny, "you go ahead."

  Janet went in the bathroom and took a quick shower. When she was done, she suggested that Jenny do the same.

  While Jenny was in the bathroom, Janet had a few moments to think about her own situation. The very thing she didn't want to happen had happened. She had been manipulated into working with Jenny. What was even worse, though, was that she knew the manipulation had worked. She could easily forgo the threesomes, whether it was Jenny or herself that was in the middle, but she didn't want to spend another night alone. She knew that she would have to sacrifice some of her meager independence at work in exchange for Jenny's company at night, but she was willing to trade. She also knew that Jenny, at least for the moment, was nearly an emotional basket case. She was willing to deal with that, for a short while, if she and Jenny could ultimately find a modus vivendi.

  Jenny was in the shower a very long time. When the escort had left, she was nearly in a state of shock. The water in the shower soothed her, though, and she was able to regain some of her faculties. After spending several minutes drying off, she took a deep breath, gathered her courage, and walked back into her little room. Janet, true to herself, was lying down and nearly asleep.

  Jenny relaxed once saw that Janet was asleep. She could have some time to think about Janet without feeling the awkward silence that would exist between them if Janet were awake. She sat down on the sliver of the blankets between Janet and the wall and began to wonder what it would be like to have sex with Janet.

  She thought back a few months, to the spring, when she was dating Mark. Nearly every day after school was out they went to Mark's house, and nearly every day they ended up in Mark's bedroom. Jenny would take off her clothes and lie down on Mark's bed, then watch him take of his clothes. He would stand next to the bed and Jenny would run her hand up his leg until her fingers just brushed against his genitals. Then she would spread her legs a little and Mark would crawl on top of her. While he was still on all fours above her, Jenny would squeeze his dick a little, then gently pull him down.