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Jake had one more visitor while he was in hospital.
She came while he was asleep, well after dark, with absolutely no regard to visiting hours. Jake didn’t know she was there until she spoke his name.
“Jake.”
Jake jerked awake, his eyes wide open, his body immediately in fight-or-flight mode. He knew that voice. He remembered it telling him to rape Daniela, telling him to fuck Daniela’s cunt with the handle of a hammer, telling him she was going to call the police on him.
It was Gwen. As immaculate as ever, her flaming red hair perfect, her body clad in a white linen dress that suggested she might be a nurse.
“What are you doing here, Gwen?” he asked, pulling himself away from her on the bed. “How did you get in?”
She sighed. “How do you think, Jake?” she said. “My daddy’s a very substantial donor to this hospital. He practically has a wing named after him. The nurses were only too happy to let me in to see… a friend.”
He stared at her, reaching around behind him to see if the hospital staff might have left something within his reach that could be a weapon, if he needed it.
“And as to why,” Gwen continued, “I’m here to let you know that I will hate you forever.”
Was this news to Jake? Didn’t she already hate him?
“What do you mean?” he asked her.
“I mean,” said Gwen, “that you may have mind-controlled me into being your slave, but you will never make me like you, you disgusting little pauper.”
Mind-controlled her? She knew about the Leash? Jake struggled to remember. Amy had said something earlier that day – something about how Gwen had reacted weirdly to the Leash.
“Gwen,” he said, cautiously, “what do you think happened to you in the garage?”
“I know what happened in the garage,” said Gwen. “I felt it when you went creeping into my mind with your grubby little pervert brain. You mind controlled me, so I have to do anything you say.”
That… wasn’t right. The Silver Leash could create kinks and fetishes… but it didn’t override anyone’s will. In Gwen’s case, he had given her a fetish for being dominated by Jake, a fetish for watching Jake fuck other girls, a fetish for obeying, and a fetish for seeing her friends enslaved and raped by Jake.
It didn’t force her to do any of those things. She could choose not to. She would just have a strong sexual fixation on those ideas, and following that fixation would make her aroused and give her sexual pleasure.
So why was she saying that she didn’t have a choice?
“You think you have to do what I say?” asked Jake.
She blushed. “Do you have to play with me, you simpering little maggot?” she said. “You know what you did to me.”
He looked at her. A moment ago, he had been scared of her – but now he felt his cock beginning to respond. After all, she looked so cute – her face flushed and furious, but bearing a look of humiliation and helplessness.
“Gwen,” he said, his eyes locked on her face, “show me your tits.”
“I hate you,” she hissed. “I knew you would do this. I knew you would take advantage of me, you mind-controlling rapist. Rot in hell, Jake Niles.”
But her hands were unbuttoning her white linen dress, and pulling it apart, to reveal a lacy white bra that must have cost hundreds of dollars at a boutique store.
“Don’t look,” she whispered. “Don’t you dare look. I swear, I will find a way to get even with you for this.”
Jake ignored her. He absolutely wanted to look.
She shrugged the dress off her shoulders. It was belted at the waist, so when it fell it only exposed her torso. Then she reached behind her back and unhooked the bra. The white lace fell away to reveal her perfect, pale tits.
She pulled the bra off entirely, and then stood there, her hands twitching. She wanted to cover her breasts from Jake’s gaze – but he had told her to show him.
“Please,” she whispered. “Please don’t look.”
And for the first time there was a trace of desperation in her voice. She was begging him.
But there was something else. Her face was flushed – but not just with shame. And her nipples were rock hard. He had not – to the best of his knowledge – “mind-controlled” her, but he had given her a kink for submission and obedience, and if the Leash was working, that meant that right now her cunt had to be sopping wet and throbbing with lust.
“Gwen,” he asked her. “Are you aroused by showing me your tits?”
“No,” she lied.
He needed to command her. “Answer honestly,” he said.
She was silent for a moment. Then, in the quietest possible voice, she said, “Yes.” And then she followed it immediately, louder, with, “I hate you.”
He could ask her why she thought she had to obey him, when he knew she didn’t. He could make her be honest. But… would that risk breaking something?
He suspected she wasn’t lying to him about the mind control. She was lying to herself. For whatever reason, she wanted to believe she had no choice but to obey Jake. And while she believed that, it was apparently true. If Jake forced her to confront it… he didn’t know what might happen, but at this stage the risk seemed to outweigh any reward.
Fine. If she wanted to believe she was his helpless slave, Jake was more than happy to let her.
“Gwen,” he said, “here’s what I want you to do. Are you listening?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Yes, sir,” he corrected.
“Yes, sir,” she said, her face bright red.
“From now on,” said Jake, “you’re going to put the needs of myself, my friends, and my family ahead of your own. Your job is to serve us in any way we require, and anticipate our needs in advance. You are not to compromise your own health or safety to do so, or give anyone reason to suspect you are my slave, but other than that, nothing about your life matters compared to my needs and those of my family and friends. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” said Gwen. “I hate you so much. I wish you were dead. But I understand.”
“Good girl,” said Jake. “Do you feel humiliated right now?”
“Of course I do, you obnoxious little shit-stain,” said Gwen.
“Good,” said Jake. “I want you to go home now, and go to bed, and in bed I want you to play with your pussy while thinking about how humiliated you feel right now. I want you to focus on that feeling of humiliation until you cum. Can you do that for me, Gwen?”
“Yes, sir,” said Gwen. There was a quaver in her voice, as if she might cry. Jake liked it.
“Good girl,” said Jake. “Now, give me your panties.”
Gwen made a little squeak of dismay – but she promptly began pulling her panties down from under her skirt. They were white lace, and matched her bra. When they were off, she handed them to Jake.
“Now,” said Jake, pulling back his bedsheet to expose his dick. “Give my cock a little kiss before you go.”
Gwen made a snarling sound, like an angry kitten. Her eyes shot daggers at him. But she leaned in close, and took the tip of his erect cock between her perfect red-lipsticked lips. She made eye contact with him, and sucked on it for two whole seconds, as though it were a lollipop. Jake had to resist the urge to cum in her mouth right then and there.
And then she was rising again, a tiny rope of Jake’s pre-cum dripping from her lower lip.
“May I dress before I go, sir?” she asked.
“You can cover your tits,” he told her. “I’ll keep your panties. Enjoy playing with your pussy.”
She twisted her mouth in a sneer of hatred, and gave him the middle finger.
Jake just laughed.
And then she stalked away.
Jake’s cock was rock hard, and his mind was filled with possibilities.
And soon, across town, at the Love mansion, beautiful bitchy redheaded Gwen would start desperately fingerfucking her pussy, burying her perfectly-manicured fingers in her wet snatch while thinking about exposing herself to Jake and tasting his cock, moaning with shame and desire as she chased a humiliating orgasm out of a desperate need to obey Jake’s degrading command.
It was a lot to think about.
It took Jake a long time to go back to sleep.
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Jake’s mother took him home the next day. It was a school day, but Miriam was clear that Jake would take the day off. All the girls had apparently been in contact with Miriam, intending to do likewise, but Miriam had shooed them away, telling them there would be plenty of time to check on Jake after school.
Which gave Miriam a chance to talk to her son one-on-one.
She sprang it on him when she brought him lunch – a salami-and-cheese sandwich and a glass of milk. It made Jake feel a little like a child, but the truth was that passing out and ending up in hospital had been scary, and he didn’t mind a bit of extra care right now.
“Jake,” she said, as he took his first bite of the sandwich, “do you want to tell me what’s going on now?”
He almost choked on the mouthful of sandwich.
“What do you mean?” he asked, weakly.
“I mean that up until your birthday you were my delightful little dork, who had precisely one female friend, who was your neighbour, and you were far too adorably awkward to ask her out,” said his mother. “And now you’ve got girls over all the time, hanging out in your bedroom, and I see the way they look at you, Jake.”
She gave him a level, no-nonsense look.
“On top of that, you have mysterious errands,” she went on. “You bring Madison and Daniela to this house practically in tears after events that are apparently so secret you can’t trust your own mother with them. You’ve somehow become good friends with that Gwen Love girl, who I would not have previously said had the good taste to come within a hundred yards of my beautiful boy. And then you pass out for two days. Don’t bullshit me, Jake.”
Jake didn’t know what to say.
“What… what do you think is happening, mom?” he asked.
A shadow went across her face.
“I worry…” she said. “I don’t know, but… your father always used to be good with the ladies. They used to flock to him… whether they wanted to or not…”
Jake’s father had had the Leash, just like him – but according to Madison, he had used it without morality or restraint. He had turned Jake’s mother into his submissive fucktoy, and then made her watch as he had fucked other woman – or forced her to join in. Other members of the family had finally… done something to him, and released his mother from the Leash, at the cost of forever snuffing out the flame of her sexual desire.
But as Jake had understood it, his mother had never truly understood what had happened to her, or what power Jake’s father truly held.
“Mom,” he said, placing his hands on hers, “I am nothing like my dad. Do you get that?”
She nodded. “I know,” she said. “I just…”
“Amy and Madison and Daniela… they hang out with me because they want to,” he said. “I promise you. I swear.”
Miriam took a deep breath, and then said, “Yes. I believe you. I think if they didn’t… they wouldn’t have that expression on their faces.”
Jake laughed. “What expression is that?”
“Isn’t it obvious, Jake?” she said. “They’re in love with you.”
Jake took a sharp breath, and blushed.
“And why wouldn’t they be, really?” Miriam said. She scruffed his hair. “Handsome young man that you are. I suppose it was just a matter of time until girls realised it.”
He pushed her hand away from his hair, blushing. “Mom, stop it.”
But Miriam had paused, thinking. “And what about young Miss Love?” she said. “Gwen?”
Jake took a deep breath. So far in this conversation he hadn’t lied to his mother. He could lie, easily. She wanted to believe him. But once he did, he’d have to keep lying. Maybe forever.
And maybe… just maybe… he could trust his mother.
“Well,” he said, “honestly, Gwen’s been kind of a raging bitch for pretty much her entire life. And if… theoretically… someone did something to her that stopped her being a bitch and… maybe gave her some consequences for that… well, I think she might deserve that.”
He looked at his mother.
“What do you think?”
His mother looked back at him. There was a wondering look on her face. Her eyes moved, searching his expression, trying to understand him.
And then she said: “Jake, I think some people in this world are really, really bad people. And I think they need to be stopped, and they deserve to be punished.” She paused, and then said, “Did Gwen ever hurt you or your friends?”
Jake swallowed, and then nodded.
His mother reached out and hugged him, tight.
“Then I think she deserves pretty much whatever happens to her,” she whispered in Jake’s ear. “Have fun.”
And with that, she rose, smoothed down her dress, and left Jake alone with his sandwich.
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