Story: The Silver Leash, Part 27

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Madison had wanted to come, and Amy too, but Jake had convinced them that they couldn’t.  It wasn’t hard – Daniela had been very explicit on the phone call – repeating the words that Gwen was forcing her to say – that Jake was to come alone, “and not bring any of his skanky whore friends”.

“Gwen found our cameras,” he told the other girls.  “She’s threatening to go to the police.  She holds all the cards.”

The tearful quaver in Daniela’s voice had made Jake’s heart ache, and filled him with intense guilt.  Her final words on the call, forced upon her by Gwen, were, “I’m sorry I’m a stupid brown-skinned whore,” and Jake knew that she was about to start sobbing as soon as she hung up.

Jake wanted to punch Gwen.  He wanted to hurt her.  He wanted to…

But he had no choices.  Not yet.

Madison drove Jake to somewhere near the Love Mansion, out of sight of the gates, and Jake walked from there.  He made his way down the external garage, and knocked at the side door of the external garage.

“It’s me,” he said, lamely.  “Jake.”

“Come in,” said Gwen’s voice from inside.  “It’s open.”

Jake stepped inside.

The garage was well lit – and so the first thing Jake’s eyes focused on was Daniela.

She was certainly worth looking at.

She was sprawled, nude, across the bonnet of the Aston Martin, tits up, her head pointing downwards as it hung over the front fender, and her legs upwards, spread to either side of the car’s windshield.  Her arms and legs were bound in place with tie-down straps, immobilising her.  Her panties were stuffed into her mouth, and her naked cunt was splayed lewdly open by her position.

Buried in Daniela’s cunt was a hammer.  Almost the entirety of its handle was shoved into her pussy, with the head visible between her legs.

Gwen was standing nearby, perfect in her white pleated tennis skirt, white knee-high socks and white sweater, a headband holding back her flaming red hair.  The absolute image of a rich, privileged, beautiful bitch.

“Jake Niles,” said Gwen, with satisfaction.  “Professional pervert.  Did you have fun, spying on me, Jake?”

Honestly, it *had* been fun.  

But what he said was, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“No?” said Gwen.  “Then I guess there’s no reason that you can’t untie your little Mexican bitch and leave.  Right?  If you’re not worried about me going to the police?”

Jake did not untie Daniela and leave.

“I thought so,” said Gwen.  “Take your dick out, Jake.”

He assumed he had misheard her.

“What?” he said.

“Take your dick out of your pants,” said Gwen.  “So I can see it.”

She made a disgusted face at his reaction.

“Oh, gross, not like that,” she said.  “I wouldn’t go within a thousand miles of your dirty little poor-boy cock.  But I want Burrito to see it.  I want her to see that either you’re a pathetic little limp-dick, or else that you get hard from seeing her tied up like this.”

“Come on,” said Jake.  “We can just talk about this…”

“Take your *dick* out, Jake,” said Gwen, in an icy voice, “or so help me I will telephone the Five Hills Police Station right now.  The local officers basically *work* for daddy, so even if I didn’t have evidence of you being a peeper creep, they’d probably be very happy to show you what it feels like to have a nightstick up your ass if I asked nicely.”

Jake awkwardly undid his pants and pulled out his cock.

His cock *was* hard.  Despite everything, seeing Daniela like this was an erotic fantasy.  But more than that, his cock was eager.  Not just for Daniela – but for Gwen, too.  It wanted to fuck her.  It wanted to *hatefuck* her.

“Look, Burrito,” laughed Gwen.  “This is how your pathetic little boyfriend has always wanted you, except that he was too dickless to make it happen.  He doesn’t want to save you – he wants to *rape* you.”

With her panties in her mouth, Daniela could not make any sound – only look at Jake with big, tearful eyes.

Jake reached out experimentally towards Gwen with the Leash – and found only an icy, impenetrable wall.  Gwen’s confidence was absolute.

“What do you want, Gwen?” asked Jake.  “Why did you call me here?”

“What do you *think* I want, Jake?” asked Gwen.  “I want you to understand that I *own* you now.  From now on, you are going to do exactly what I want, whenever I want it.  You’re going to be my little slave, and in return I won’t send you to jail.”

She laughed.  “And you have to understand, Jake, that I only *barely* want you as a slave, because you’re poor and gross, so it will *not* be difficult for me to change my mind and call the cops after all.  You’re going to have to work hard to keep me happy.”

“This is ridiculous,” said Jake.  “Don’t be a bitch.  What do you really want?  Money?  Your modelling career must be in trouble, with that weight you’re putting on, right?”

Gwen’s smile vanished.  He felt her confidence shake at his (totally unfounded) comment about her body – but it didn’t crack.  “Don’t tell me what I want, Jake,” she said.  “And *don’t* tell me what you think of my body.  You don’t tell me anything. I tell *you* things now.  Why don’t you stroke that cock of yours while you look at your little brown-skinned fucktoy?”

Jake hesitated, so Gwen snapped, “Do it, Jake.  Stroke your cock.”

Jake put his hand on his dick and began to slowly pump it as he looked at Daniela.

“See, Burrito?” said Gwen.  “See how horny your humiliation makes him?  And if he likes that, I bet he’ll like this.”

She walked over to Daniela, and reached down and pulled Daniela’s panties out of her mouth.  Then she lifted the front of her skirt and pulled her own panties to one side, and then pressed her cunt against Daniela’s face.

“Lick,” she commanded.

From where he stood, Jake couldn’t really see Gwen’s groin, or Daniela’s face, but he saw the way Daniela’s body tensed up, and her thighs tried to pull together.  He knew that she was feeling humiliated, and violated, and helpless, and panicky.

And he also knew that she was getting incredibly wet.  Because Jake, in all his stupidity and arrogance, had used the Leash on Daniela when he had had made her kiss Amy at school.  He had Leashed her – and given her a kink for being *forced* to fuck women.

Gwen was raping Daniela, and Daniela didn’t *like* it – in fact, she almost certainly *hated* it – but she was still getting aroused by it – aroused by her own rape – because of what Jake had done to her.

He could see it, with the Leash – the ember of arousal glowing inside Daniela, pulsing each time she pushed her tongue into Gwen’s fuckhole or sucked on her clitoris.

“I’m not even a lesbian, Jake,” said Gwen, as she mashed her groin against Daniela’s helpless face.  “I hate dykes.  They’re disgusting.  But sometimes we all need to make sacrifices to put little brown sluts in their place.  Forcing Burrito to suck my cunt will be educational for her.”

She leaned forward and grabbed the head of the hammer in Daniela’s cunt, and pumped it in and out of her pussy a couple of times.

“Won’t it, Burrito?” she asked.

Jake reached out again with the Leash.  Despite all her protestations, he could see that either Gwen *was* enjoying Daniela’s tongue, or that she had found it erotic to order Jake around.  She was aroused – very aroused.  That was good.

But the icy shell of confidence was still there.

“You need to know, Jake,” said Gwen, as she kept humping Daniela’s face, “that I *have* considered the possibility you might attack me.  If anything happens to me, Cat and Juno will find out what you’ve been doing, and you had better believe that will have consequences far worse than anything I might do to you.”

That was good.  That meant that she hadn’t *already* told Cat and Juno – or anyone else. 

But even if Jake had intended to attack her, she was out of his reach.  She could have that hammer in her hand before Jake got to her.

As if in response to his thoughts, Gwen pulled away from Daniela – almost reluctantly – and readjusted her panties and skirt.  She walked around to the side of the car – even farther from Jake – and smiled.

“Look, Burrito,” she said.  “Jake just watched you get raped, and he’s still rock hard and playing with his dick.  I bet he’s sad I stopped raping you.”

Jake wasn’t sad – he was furiously mad at Gwen for even *touching* Daniela, let alone raping her – but it might have been better for them all if Gwen had brought herself to the edge of orgasm, leaving her stupid and horny.

“But what Jake really wants to do is rape you himself,” said Gwen.

Jake wished that his cock hadn’t twitched in his hand so obviously when Gwen said that.

“Why don’t you go over there and fuck her with the hammer, Jake?” said Gwen.  “Look how wet the little slut is.  She wants it.”

Daniela shook her head furiously. 

“No, Jake,” she said, able to speak now that she no longer had her panties or Gwen’s cunt blocking her mouth.  “I don’t care about going to jail.  And you know she’s going to do it eventually, when she’s done playing with you.  Don’t give her what she wants.  Just kick her ass.”

But Jake was already walking towards Daniela.  He tried to make eye contact with her, desperately hoping she would understand what he was about to do.

“It’s no use, Daniela,” he said.  “She’s in control here.  And besides, you know that you want me.  We can both see that you’re sopping wet.  It won’t be unpleasant.”

“Jake, no…” moaned Daniela.  But Jake was in front of her now, his dick inches from her face.

“Watch out, Jake, bitches like her sometimes bite!” laughed Gwen.  “Slap her face to calm her down.”

Jake opened his mouth to say that wasn’t necessary – but then closed it.  Instead he looked down at Daniela.

“Don’t you fucking bite me,” he said.  “I’m going to use you, and you’re going to behave yourself, as surely as you’re a stupid Mexican cunt.”

And he slapped her sharply across the cheek.

Part of him wanted to cry at hurting Daniela.  But that part wasn’t his cock, which twitched with pleasure at the satisfying feeling of his palm hitting her cheek, and dripped a drop of pre-cum onto her cheek.

Daniela started to cry.  Were they real tears?  He couldn’t tell, but they almost made his dick soft.  She looked so damn pretty, crying, but he would have given anything to dry those tears with his kisses and make her safe.

Instead, he pushed his cock into her open mouth.

She accepted it, and he felt her tongue run over the tip of his dick, tasting his juices.

He leaned forward, his belly against her tits, and grabbed the handle of the hammer, and began to slowly fuck Daniela with it.

Her mouth felt so damn good on his dick.  Jake had never had a proper blowjob before.  He didn’t know if it would feel better or worse if Daniela were willing, but he couldn’t honestly imagine how it could feel better.  The fact that this girl who he liked – maybe loved, even – and who he was deeply sexually attracted to – was displayed nude and humiliated for him to fuck was incredibly erotic.  It was so wrong – and the fact that it was wrong made it even more pleasurable.  He was raping a girl who he had fantasised about, and he even had moral *permission* to rape, because Gwen was forcing him.

It was so good that it almost made him forget about his plan.

“Oh fuck,” he moaned.  “You’re right.  It feels amazing.  I can’t believe I was romancing this girl like some stupid beta cuck instead of just raping her.”

“You like it?” said Gwen, smiling.

“Oh yes,” said Jake.  “When you have her displayed like this, it’s so easy to see she’s not really a person – just a set of holes.”

Gwen laughed with delight.

“I was thinking maybe you get to me to rape some of my other friends,” said Jake.  “Tell me to do it, and I’ll tell them if they don’t let me then you’ll send me to jail.  They’ll let me, if I say that.  They’ll let me use all of their holes, and slap them, and call them names, to keep me out of jail.”

“I like the way you think, Jake,” said Gwen.  “I think we can make that happen.  We’ll start with that big-titted Amy bitch you hang around with, and then move on to that red-headed trollop who was flirting with my boyfriend.”

Jake had a momentary image of raping Amy, and his cock involuntarily flexed inside Daniela’s mouth, even as his mind was disgusted with the idea.

“Why don’t you get down by her ear?” Jake suggested.  “And tell Daniela what a whore she is.”

“Not Daniela,” corrected Gwen.  “Burrito.”

“That’s right,” said Jake.  “God, Burrito, your mouth feels so good to rape.”  He fucked the hammer in and out of her twat harder.

Gwen came over and knelt beside Jake’s legs.  She leaned in and opened her mouth to whisper in Daniela’s ear.

“After all,” said Jake.  “We’d better enjoy your dad’s expensive cars while we can.  Because he’s going to lose them all when the revenue department comes for him.”

Gwen looked up at Jake sharply – and as she did, Jake grabbed her hair, close to the back of her head, hard with one hand.

He summoned the voice that Madison had taught him – the dom voice.

“Stay on your knees, bitch,” he spat.

Gwen’s mouth dropped open in shock.

Jake activated the Leash, and lunged at Gwen’s defences – but they were still resisting.  Cracking, laced with imperfections, trembling – but still resisting.

“What are you talking about?” asked Gwen.

“Did you think it was only you we were spying on?” said Jake.  His cock was still in Daniela’s mouth – he couldn’t risk Daniela saying something now and interrupting him.  But the rest of his body was turned to face Gwen.  “Did you think we wouldn’t also get footage of your dad?”

“But what does daddy have to do with this?” asked Gwen.

“Your daddy has been a very naughty daddy,” said Jake.  “And he’s wagered a lot of money on an investment that didn’t pan out for him.  And now he’s desperately moving money around to try and hide the fact that he is in deep, deep trouble.”

Gwen looked at him – and tears formed in her eyes.  

“That’s why…” she said.  “That’s why my credit cards keep getting declined…”

Jake almost opened his own mouth in surprise.  He had played a bluff.  They had seen no such thing on the cameras – caught no such footage.  Could he have accidentally stumbled onto something that was true?

It didn’t matter.  Gwen *thought* it was true – or at least she was considering it.

And that was all Jake needed.

“You’re going to be *poor*,” he spat.  “You fat redheaded slut.”

Gwen’s defences shattered.  On her knees, her hair gripped by a boy she hated, and the twin terrors of poverty and weight gain in her mind, her confidence finally broke.  The icy wall around her core turned to dust.

Jake reached in, and seized the ember of her arousal.

He searched through her mind for something to Leash it to, but all her thoughts were of what Jake had just said.  It might be funny to give her a fetish for being poor – or a fetish for her own father, for that matter – but neither of them got Jake what he needed.

There were only two other thoughts in her head.  One was Jake’s hand gripping her hair, and the other was Jake’s cock in Daniela’s mouth.

CLICK.

CLICK.

He Leashed her a fetish for being dominated by Jake – and then a second fetish, for watching Jake fuck other girls.

There was an explosion of pain in his brain, and he had to use every ounce of control he had to not double over, clutching his head.  And still, he was grateful for his practice with Madison.  When he had first acquired the Leash, using it twice back-to-back might have killed him.

Gwen’s expression had changed – from one of horror, to one of embarrassed sexual pleasure, as her cunt began to respond to the firm grip that Jake had on her.

And he wasn’t done yet.

He pulled his cock out of Daniela’s mouth, and pointed it at Gwen.

“Open your mouth, cunt,” he said.

She did – and the second she did, he Leashed her again.

CLICK.

A fetish for obeying.  Obeying him, he thought, although it might just be obeying men.

His head began to pound.  He tasted blood in his mouth.

He shoved his cock into her mouth and began to facefuck her.

It felt better than Daniela.  Not because Gwen was a more skilled cocksucker – she wasn’t – but because not only did she hate it, but Jake genuinely didn’t care.  Putting his cock into Daniela had been a necessary ruse, to get Gwen to let down her defences, but part of Jake had hated it.  He would have to do a lot to make it up to Daniela – if she would let him.

But Gwen’s misery was pure pleasure.  This was a racist spoiled bitch who had ruined lives, who had literally raped Daniela for fun, and who was getting exactly what she deserved.

“You belong to *me* now, Gwen,” he told her.  “From now on, *you* are going to do exactly what *I* want, whenever I want it.  And not because I’ll send you to jail – but because you are a disgusting little slut who *wants* to serve me.  Because being my fuckdoll makes your cunt wet.”

She had no idea of the existence of the Leash, and no awareness that he had mind-controlled her.  So she had no explanation for the fact that she was realising that Jake’s words were true – that she *was* getting sopping wet from Jake abusing her and raping her – other than the conclusion that Jake was right, and that she was a disgusting little slut.

She started to cry – and her tears were infinitely more erotic than Daniela’s had been.

Jake could have kept skullfucking her until he came down her throat.  But he wanted something more.  He pulled his cock out of her mouth.

“Strip,” he ordered.  “I want to see your tits and your cunt.”

Gwen immediately knew where this was going, and her tears intensified.  But she pulled off her cute sweater, and unbuttoned the shirt beneath it, and then took off her bra, exposing her relatively small, perfect tits.  She began to work on removing her skirt.

“Jake…” whispered Daniela.

He turned to look at her.

“I’m sorry about what I had to do, Daniela,” he said.  “But we’ve won.  Look at her.”

Daniela smiled, thinly.  

“I know,” she said.  “It’s all right.  Your cock… tasted good.  But this is your first time, right?”

Jake blushed.  It was.

Daniela didn’t need him to say it aloud.

“Jake… I know she’s tempting,” she said.  “But don’t go in her cunt.”

“Why not?” he said.  “She’s a virgin too.  I want to take that from her.  Why shouldn’t I?”

Daniela sighed.  “Because you owe it to Amy.”

Jake understood immediately – and felt a wave of guilt.  Of course Amy would want to be his first time.  She wouldn’t be *jealous* if he fucked Gwen – in fact, her Leash would make her aroused by it.  But she would still be sad.  Amy would want his first time in a girl’s pussy to be with her.  

And Jake wanted that too.

“You’re right,” he said.

Gwen had finished taking off her clothes – and her cunt was stunning.  Almost pure white skin, with pouty pink lips, not a single trace of hair, and a clit so long that it peeked out from between her labia even when her legs were together.

His cock was rock hard – but he began to tuck it back into his pants.

A look of hope spread over Gwen’s face.

“Jake, you idiot,” said Daniela, still tied to the car.  “Just her pussy, you understand?  That’s all Amy will want.  I’ll make her see.”

“What do you mean?” said Jake.

“Asses don’t count, Jake,” said Daniela.  “There’s a bottle of lube on that bench.  Make her hurt.”

“No,” moaned Gwen.  “No, please, no, no.  I’ve never done it there.  Please…”

“Bend her over me,” suggested Daniela.  “Let her see if she still likes it when I *bite* her fucking clit.”

“No!” wailed Gwen. 

But Jake was already grabbing her by the hair and marching her over to the car.  He pushed her, so that she was sprawled across the car, her groin against Daniela’s face, her face on Daniela’s belly, her ass pointing towards Jake.

“For the last time, you stupid white slut,” growled Daniela, from between Gwen’s legs, “I’m not Mexican – I’m Puerto Rican.”  And with that, she bit Gwen’s clitoris – hard – and Gwen squealed with pain.

Jake went to the workbench at the side of the garage to grab the lube that Daniela had indicated – and was surprised to find it was real lube intended for skin, not machine lubricant.

(Jake had no way of knowing about Daniela’s encounter with Gwen’s father, or that Gwen’s father had been planning to anally rape Daniela if he had not been interrupted by Gwen, and had prepared lube for such an occasion.  Which is fortunate, because Jake also didn’t know that putting machine grease on your dick or ass is an extremely stupid idea and he might otherwise have made an unhealthy mistake.)

He returned to Gwen, and squirted some of the lube onto Gwen’s ass, enjoying her moans of fear, and then pressed his hard cock against her anus, and slowly forced it inside her.

She started to scream then – maybe because Jake was raping her asshole, or maybe because Daniela had resumed viciously biting her clit, but probably both – and Jake had to reach up and cover her mouth with his hand as he began to pump in and out of her.

Her ass was so tight!  It was like having his dick squeezed by a vice – almost painful at first, but then, as he got used to it, incredibly pleasurable.  And the fact that his pleasure was causing Gwen so much misery just made it better.

He thought about leashing her again and giving her an anal fetish – but he didn’t need to.  She would obey him now, even if he wanted to fuck her ass, and honestly it was hotter if she *didn’t* like this.  As a complete, irredeemable villain, Gwen was someone that Jake felt morally comfortable to rape even if she was crying and screaming, and he saw no reason to dilute that experience.

“Use your hands to fuck that hammer into Daniela,” he told Gwen.  “But gently.  You’re trying to pleasure her, not hurt her.  Thank her for treating your bitchy little twat the way you deserve.”

He kept pounding her ass as she masturbated Gwen.

“I’m going to do this to your friends Cat and Juno, do you understand?” he told her.  “I’m going to turn them into my obedient little sex-dolls, just like you.  I’m going to humiliate and degrade them until they regret every bitchy thing they’ve ever done.”

Gwen just moaned.

“Show me you understand,” he told her.  “Tell me things I could do to your friends to sexually degrade or humiliate them.”

Gwen didn’t answer, so Daniela bit her clit even harder.

“Ow!” squealed Gwen.  “You could… rape them.  Make them expose their tits to people.  You could… make them fuck each other.  Or your friends.  You could cum on their faces and make them go out in public without cleaning it off.  You could…”

Jake felt himself about to cum.  He was going to cum into Gwen’s non-consenting ass.

As his orgasm approached, he reached out and made one further Leash.

He connected Gwen’s arousal to the idea of her friends being raped, enslaved and humiliated.

CLICK.

He orgasmed, hard, into Gwen’s ass.  It was the best orgasm he had ever had in his life.

And then he staggered back, pulling out of her. 

His nose was bleeding.  He felt faint.

Four leashes.  It was too many.

Desperately, he fumbled at the straps holding Daniela in place.

“Help me get her free,” he told Gwen.  

Even freshly ass-raped and traumatised, Gwen hurried to obey him, freeing Daniela’s feet.

Jake got the last strap free just in time.  As Daniela slid off the car to a crouching position on the floor, rubbing her previously-restrained wrists, Jake felt everything going dark.

“Gwen,” he croaked.  “You will keep all of this a secret.  And you will act in the interests of myself and my friends.  Do you understand?”

He didn’t hear the answer.  The room was spinning.  The Leash didn’t make her his slave – it just made her *aroused* from doing certain things.  Like obeying him.  Like being dominated by him.  Like betraying Cat and Juno.

She could choose not to.  She could choose to call the police and lay charges of rape against him.

He felt Daniela catching him as he fell.

And then unconsciousness took him.

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