Jasmine Wanted To Be His Sex Slave
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It had been three days. Three days since Jack's now-ex girlfriend broke
his heart. If it had been a normal breakup, he supposed it wouldn't have
been this bad. But when somebody cheats on you, it brings your whole
self-image into question. "What if I had been more attentive? What if I
had worked out more? Was my dick too small? Did I not satisfy her
orally? Did she fake every orgasm she had?" These questions floated
through his head every second of each day. It didn't help that Jasmine,
his ex, was every guy's definition of stunning. She was athletic yet she
was voluptuous. She had long dark hair and bright blue eyes. She was an
amalgamation of contradictions brought together to form the perfect
woman. At least physically. Jack knew he was never enough for her. He's
not even sure why she wanted to start dating him in the first place.
Probably to piss her parents off or make some other guy jealous. Jack
was an awkward 20 year old. Skinny everywhere except for his stomach. He
was the very definition of un-athletic. He couldn't even run two miles
without getting winded. And yet somehow, for 8 months, he had this
godess on his arm and in his bed. Flowers for Algernon came to mind.
Ever since they had broken up, Jack had gotten into the nasty habit of
stalking her Facebook page late at night and jerking off to the pictures
she posts. In every single one of them, she's on the arm of some muscle-
laden stud. And it was then, in the middle of him stroking his slightly-
below-average cock (at least according to the numerous sources he found
googling the subject) that the dark thoughts would come: "She's probably
sucking his cock right now. Or he has her bent over and is fucking her
doggy style. Smacking her ass. Buried deeper inside of her than I could
ever hope to be." And then he would cum. Perhaps he was a cuckold.
Perhaps he was just responding the way any broken-hearted man
would...hoping deep down that his ex was happy and expressing it in the
most unhealthy way. Either way, the end result would be the
same...sleepless nights and an empty heart.
As much as Jack tried to hide his current depression, everyone could
tell. Yet few seemed to do anything about it. He wasn't missed in class.
He wasn't missed at the few social groups he was a part of. It was as if
he had disappeared and nobody cared. And that was worse than nobody
noticing. There was, however, one person (and apparently only one
person) who did notice. Every day for lunch, Jack would spend it
chatting up one of the professors in the physics department. It was a
pretty good arrangement for both of them. It gave them both someone to
talk to. Professor Babel was the head (and only member of) the most
mysterious branch of the physics department. Nobody seemed to know for
sure what he did. Even he was reluctant to tell people. All he told Jack
was that he was working on something called "transperception." But
neither Jack nor anybody Jack had asked had any idea what that meant.
But somehow he kept getting re-funded year after year, despite not ever
showing up at any budget meetings. Professor Babel was the only person
who cared that Jack wasn't showing up to their weekly meetings and,
after three missed days, he decided to see if Jack was all right.
The knock came at 5pm. "Jack?" called a voice behind the particle-board
door. Jack walked up to and peered through the peephole to see the odd-
looking Professor standing cross-armed and tapping his foot impatiently.
As soon as the locked was clicked, the Professor burst through the door,
not even waiting for Jack to open it. "Where have you been?! It's been 3
days! Why weren't you in my office!?" As if the professor's insanity
brough Jack some perspective on reality, Jacked seemed...normal...for
once. "Woah, slow down, Professor! I...I was here. I wasn't feeling
good."
"Well. You weren't feeling 'well,' Jack." The professor was never one to
pass up correcting someone's grammar. "And bullshit! 1 day out is not
feeling well. 2 days is sick. 3 days is hospital bound! Do you realize
how worried I was?" It was then that Professor Babel took a look around
the room to piece together what was going on. It wasn't hard. Tissues
everywhere. A girl's facebook page open on Jack's computer. "Oh...I see.
You and Jasmine broke up." It wasn't a question.
"Yeah, we did..." Jack quietly admitted. The professor was the first
person he had told. It was strange to hear it out loud. For some reason
it made him feel a little better. The two stood in silence for a moment
before the professor spoke up.
"I think I understand what you're going through. I was young once too!"
Based on the professor's appearance, Jack had never imagined him as a
young man. But when somebody looks like they're 200 years old, you tend
to not think of them that way. "Meet me in the lab tomorrow for lunch. I
think I may have something that will make you feel better." And without
even saying goodbye, he just turned and left.
Jack stood there dumbfounded for a moment. At least somebody noticed he
was missing. And he has an excuse to leave the apartment tomorrow.
Well...in the mean time, Jack sat back down to his computer. Three new
pictures had been posted.
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Jack could understand why nobody ever came back here. Professor Babel's
lab looked like a cross between a welding shop, a chemistry lab, and
that area behind the refigerator that never gets cleaned. Still, Jack
enjoyed his time here. He would always learn something new and the
professor was a riot when he would get excited about something. And he
got excited often. "Jack, my boy! You came!" He called out. Jack wasn't
quite sure where the voice had come from. The ceilings were 30 feet high
and filled with rafters and cable routing. Jack spun in place and tried
to find the source of the voice. But by the time he had made a full
circle, Professor Babel was standing three inches from him. "Good to see
you!" He boomed out with a loud slap as he placed his arm around Jack.
"Come with me!" Professor Babel pulled Jack along towards the center
workbench where Jack saw a number of small glass cubes. "Do you realize
what I do here, Jack?"
It wasn't until the professor had asked Jack that question that Jack
realized these would be his first words of the day. He cleared his
throat. "Uh...transpercetion?"
The professor seemed both annoyed and giddy. "Yes, and orbital mechanics
is just 'moving.' Do you know what I REALLY do here?" Jack just shook
his head. "Transpercetion is the science of trying to shift percetion
from one entity to another. Do you believe in the concept of 'free
will', Jack?"
Jack nodded. "Of course!" The professor laughed.
"Nonsense! Without getting into too much detail here, suffice it to say
that my research has proven without a doubt that free will doesn't
exist. It's an abstract concept that we use to feel better about
ourselves. A depressing though, I'm sure, but the end conclusion is that
we're just on the roller coaster ride of life!" The professor boomed
this last part. It was still echoing on the walls while Jack stood there
with a dumb look on his face. "Don't you see what this MEANS?
Jack...what if you could take a ride on someone else's roller coaster?"
This is where it all tied together for Jack.
"Wait...do you mean...controlling someone else's body?"
"In a way, yes. But also no. What I mean is taking someone else's body
for a test drive. You would have their instincts, their thoughts and
memories would come along with it. But also your own conciousness would
stay. Jack, isn't that an incredible idea!" The professor ran around to
the other side of the table and reached down to hold up one of the glass
cubes. "And THIS! This is the vessle that makes it all possible!" The
cube looked fragile. Two inches by two inches. There was a small cloud
of purple smoke in the center of it that Jack was noticing for the first
time.
Jack reached out to take it. It was heavier than it seemed. "What is
this?"
"I haven't come up with an official name for it. The real name has about
18 syllabuls in it, but unoffically, I call it the Cube of Percetion.
Through this vessel, you can slip into the conciousness of anyone on the
planet! Maybe the universe...I'm not sure. I haven't been able to try
that yet." Jack wasn't sure he was kidding.
"So...what? You just take this and slip into the mind of anyone?"
"Jack, come on now. You're not THAT stupid! Yes! But so far it only
works for me. I need someone else to take it and test it out. Would you
help me, Jack?"
"I...I mean, I guess. What do I...I mean...how does it work?"
"Well, I'm not going to go into the whole sceince of how this works.
That would take decades!" The professor laughed at his own joke. He did
that a lot. "But all you need to do is focus on someone else's
perpective. Have a specific person in mind and place yourself in their
head. It takes extreme focus and a cleared mind, but it can be done!"
Jack looked down at the cube, spinning it in his hand. He tried focusing
on someone. Anyone. Nothing. "It's not working!"
The professor laughed. "Because you're not trying right now! You're
too...in the moment. Take it back to your room and try it for the next
few weeks. I'll cover for you in your classes, so don't worry about
that. Go and see if you can't make it work for you!" That's all he said.
He spun around and climbed up one of the many utility ladders scattered
around the room. That's how Jack knew he was done talking. Jack turned
in place and left, holding this mysterious cube in his fingers.
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Hours. Jack had been at this for hours with no success. "This fucking
thing is broken!" He said and placed it on his computer desk and leaned
back in his chair. The professor was probably a quack. Taking over
someone else's percetion. How does this guy get funding every year? Jack
looked over at his desk clock. It was late, but he still wasn't tired.
He went to Facebook and pulled up Jasmine's page. Out again tonight.
With a quick unbutton and a quick unzip, Jack pulled his cock out and
started stroking it. This was a particularly strong hunk of man-meat
that she was with tonight. She was probably grinding up against him on
the dance floor...took him back to her
place...sucking...fucking...wet...cum...fuck! Jack was lost...in his
zone. As he felt himself about to climax he looked over at the cube and
at the very last second saw the purple smoke morph into Jasmine's pretty
face. Then all went dark.
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The alarm went off at 7:00am sharp. Instinctively, Jack reached out and
smacked the Snooze button. "Just a few more minutes," he thought. He
rolled over and wrapped his arm around...who? Jack opened his eyes and
there he saw a man's body in his bed. Wait...this wasn't his bed.
Looking around, he finally managed to place himself in Jasmine's room.
He sat straight up and found a mirror where he saw Jasmine's naked body
staring back at him.
"Man, you sure are noisy in the morning," the mystery man in bed with
Jack/Jasmine called out with a smile. He rolled over. It was the same
muslcey stud from the pictures.
"I...uh...I'll be right back..." Jack heard himself say in Jasmine's
voice. He got up and rushed into the bathroom. On the way, the voice
called out, "Ok, but get that ass back here soon!" Jack shut the
bathroom door and looked carefully at the reflection in the mirror. It
was definitely Jasmine. He turned to the side and inspected every inch
of this new body. "I'll be damned...the professor was right!" But...now
Jack had to deal with this mystery guest in the bedroom. Based on the
soreness eminating from between Jasmine's legs, Jack knew they had had
some pretty intesnse sex last night. Jack...now Jasmine...stepped out of
the bathroom to find the man smiling. He had kicked the sheets off to
reveal a perfectly toned, naked body with a cock that was almost
embarrasingly long and fully erect.
"Mmm...get over here, baby. I'm not done with you yet!" Jasmine walked
over to him nervously yet...confidently. It was as if Jack was just
along for the ride. She got onto the bed and crawled towards him on all
fours. Rather than lean up to kiss her, the man just laid back, hands
behind his head. Jasmine leand down and traced her small pink tongue
over his balls and up the entire length of his shaft. Jack could taste
the saltiness and a little of Jasmine's own juices on it. Jasmine
wrapped her mouth around his head, swirling her tongue around it. Jack
could remember that move. She then relaxed her throat and slid his cock
down it. She began bobbing her head, moaning softly as she took him
deeper and deeper. "Ugh...yeah, baby..." came a groan from above.
Fingers intertwined in her hair forced the cock further down Jasmine's
throat. She slid her hands up his body, feeling his perfectly toned abs
and pecs. Then came a tug, pulling her head up off of his cock.
"Get up here and ride me, baby," he said with a smile. Jasmine smiled
back and kissed up his toned body. She then sat up straight and reached
down to guide his cock to her wet opening. She rubbed it against her
clit, sending waves of pleasure through Jack's conciousness, and then
slowly slipped this stranger's cock inside of her where it seemed to fit
perfectly. His hands slid up Jasmine's thighs, up to her tits where they
squeezed. Jasmine slowly started to ride him. She could feel his cock
gliding up and down inside of her pussy. She kept it clenched. He
brought his hands back down to Jasmine's thighs and gave her ass a hard
slap. "Oh fuck!" Jack called out...Jasmine called out. She could feel an
orgasm building inside of her. And, based on the stranger's face and
movements, he wasn't far behind. Faster...harder...almost...waves of
pleasure came crashing over her body as she climaxed on his massive
cock. With one quick motion, he pushed her over onto her back and pulled
out, stroking his cock and cumming all over Jasmine's tits.
"Ahhh! Fuck!" he groaned as he came hard. Jasmine lay there, catching
her breath while looking up at this stud who had just finished with
her...on her. He smiled. "You are one good fuck, lady!" he said before
standing up and walking to the bathroom. He used some toilet paper to
clean himself up and tossed it in the toilet. It was then that Jasmine
had noticed the alarm had gone off again at some point mid-coitus. She
reached over and turned it off. When she rolled back over the stranger
was already half-dressed. "Well, I gotta run. See you around, Jas!" And
once his t-shirt was on, he was out the door.
Jasmine lay there panting and Jack's conciousness took the reins again.
"What the hell is happening? A cell phone rang and a pink-cased iPhone
on the nightstand lit up. Jack picked it up. "Hello?" It would take him
a while to get used to Jasmine's voice coming from his mouth.
"Jack?" Jack recognized the voice immediately.
"Professor Babel? How did you know it was me?"
"Easy...I assumed this would be the person whose conciousness you'd be
most likely to enter! How's your morning?"
"You don't want to know..." Jack replied.
"No, you're probably right. Listen, Jack...now that you've figured out
how to do this, there are a few things you should know. First - and most
important - you're Jack in Jasmine's body. Everything about Jasmine is
still there...thoughts, memories, instincts. Use them if you want to
blend in. Second, Jasmine's awareness remains closed. She will only
remember things that she would've done if she were in her own
conciouness. So if you do too many things out of the ordinary, there can
be consequences."
"What do you mean?" Jack asked, listening intently.
"Picture this...have you ever taken a long road trip? You can remember
getting into the car and getting to your destination. Maybe a couple
points in between. But you can't really remember anything about the trip
itself? Nobody thinks anything of that. SOME gaps in our memories are
normal. But imagine waking up on Tuesday when you think it's Monday. And
you can't remember anything about Monday. That would freak anybody out.
They might think they're going insane. What I'm saying is that you can
do SOME things that Jasmine wouldn't do, but keep it to a minimum. After
all, she's a person too...no sense getting her locked up in an asylum
just because you want to go wild in one day."
"Ok...and...how do I get back into my own body?"
"Same way you got in this one! Intense concentration and a Cube of
Perception. I'll get you one at our lunch meeting."
The professor hung up. Jack was left there with Jasmine's body and she
was already running late for class. Somehow he knew her entire schedule.
And as he got ready for the day, Jack realized what the professor meant
about 'memories' and 'instincts'. He was able to expertly navigate the
bathroom. He was able to pick out a coordinated outfit and put on makeup
like a pro. He just had to decide when and where he wanted to take over.
Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all!
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End of Chapter 1! Let me know what you think and if there is anything
about the story or writing style that should be changed or clarified!
Tammi
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