The Esper Jake
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As a prelude to this story I would like to include a brief explanation for my
previous work. I am not going to try and excuse myself for its lack of build or
conclusion, just explain why. Dana's Little Doll was written after returning
from a club and having nothing to channel my energy into as I came up in waves.
So with fishnets wrapped around my thighs and eyeliner stinging my vision I set
to writing a piece of fiction (no bigger than I though I might achieve without
coming down half way and throwing the idea to the wind). I do not claim either
to have never created a piece of similar fiction. Previously though they have
never left my imagination for the screen.
So with that out the way I will continue. This time my writing situation is not
as seedy or glam. I just can't deal with the computer code that masquerades as
my job lying before me. So:
Plans For Jake ? by: Apathy Lush
The entwined frustration and excitement of being a victim is only equaled (and
then only just) by being in control of a victim. Jake was definitely the victim.
A series of precise marks had been inscribed upon his chest, guides for the
paths of the medical procedure that was to be inflicted upon him. His sobs were
silent now his head raised into a position where he couldn't help watch with
disgusted fascination. His masked tormentors had an unnerving burst of jazz
trailing from a stereo somewhere out of sight. Though he didn't know the names
behind any of the surgical masks he did know why he was bound here. He had
played with the wrong people, as is always the case when you end up the victim
in a situation. Jake had been a gambler, a poor one at that. Though his debts
had not been huge, the people he had incurred them against didn't tolerate his
whimpering when he had tried to wriggle out of the situation. The face at the
shadowy end of the room had simply said that they had plans for Jake.
He blanked out more than once. Not so much from the sickening feeling of
watching yourself being cut open. More so the mind sapping sensation of not
being able to do anything about it. Like being tickled with your hands bound,
you just have to enjoy it or shut it out. All he got was snap shots for a while
of skin being lifted away from his chest like a grotesque tent. His penis being
handled in his blurry distant vision. Someone moving bloody objects from between
his legs. An obstruction to his vision, weight pushing on his ribs. A numbness,
and largeness in his lips. Cold steel against his throat.
Jake didn't wake instantly as Jackie. He would have had to ask himself the
question to realize someone had decided his new name was more fitting, and
therefore had been inscribed upon his mind. Along with other information like
peeing siting down and pouting. These questions he would ask himself later
because first he had to deal with the huge breasts that hung from his chest. He
was touching the nipples with his slender manicured hands. Like someone tying to
work out what an unnoticed key on a video game might do. And although his mouth
was ajar as he stared down at these breasts (which were apparently his) it
couldn't be very ajar, the lips were huge and round on his face. And his cheeks
felt sucked in. He left his breasts for a second to feel his trembling lips. His
big blue eyes were locked on a mirror at the end of the bed. He wasn't in the
right position to see himself in it, he both wanted to move from beneath the
sheets, and all the more didn't.
He had a horrible sensation that there wasn't the usual fleshy weight lying
between his legs. And his mind hadn't had time to resign itself to an idea like
that yet. Maybe he would feel for it before troubling his eyes. That might be
less of a shock. As he arched his body forward slightly, aided by the inertia of
his massive chest, he caught sight of the shock of glossy blonde hair that had
tumbled into the vision of his right eye. This he could consider, his hair maybe
longer then. It had always been blonde. It was just much longer. When his hands
curved around into the cave between his thighs all delusions of (this is going
to be okay) were lost. His fingers teased at the edges of moist vaginal lips and
his mind stopped again.
His crumbling resolve must have come together for one last push, because he
found himself standing naked in front of that tall mirror. The impossibly formed
naked woman before him had stopped shivering (save her inflamed cupid lips). She
squeaked. That was he squeaked. Then blinked. Just so he could see those big
blue eyes blink before him. His legs were gorgeous, captivating. His ass riding
up high and shapely above curving hips. His breasts jiggled slightly as he
looked up again.
Jackie was on the arm of Kane now, in a plush red leather booth. Around him sat
Kane's friends, other casino types. A spattering of girls dressed like himself.
Shoes too big and glamorous to consider walking in and slick little skirts. His
number pushed his huge tits up so high and tight they were almost climbing up
his neck. Kane got his attention.
"Jackie! Can you stop checking yourself out for just one minute!" The table
laughed, fully aware of Jake's fate. Jake laughed too, at a pitch that was only
recently growing familiar to him. Laughed with them, laughed at himself. Laughed
because he felt like a silly little girl. Laughed because he was a silly little
girl. And Kane would fuck him tonight. Hard into his surgically perfect little
pussy. And he would love it. Somewhere though, deep inside. Jake was shivering
on the operating table, still watching the first marks, still in disbelief.
Maybe he would always be there. Maybe that's what made it so intense, a little
piece of him still on that table, helpless, penetrated and out of control.
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