Story: The Silver Leash, Part 32

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“I’m sorry,” said Madison, “but why exactly are you going to do this bitch’s homework?”

Jake, sitting in his computer chair in his bedroom, shifted uncomfortably.

Juno said she could get Amy failed,” said Jake. “And Daniela.”

Which was true – but it wasn’t the whole truth.

Jake’s bedroom was currently packed with girls. Daniela was on his bed, with her back to the wall, with Amy sitting in her lap, and she was brushing Amy’s hair. Madison was perched near the pillows. And – most embarrassingly of all – Gwen was kneeling at his feet, glaring up at him with a look that made him wither whenever he met her gaze.

If it had been just one of the girls – or maybe two – he would have told them how Juno had made him jerk off in the deserted classroom, and then kept the evidence of his ejaculation. Even then, he knew that it would erode Madison’s respect for him, or cause Amy or Daniela to giggle at his embarrassment. But there was no way he could say it in front of all three – or in front of Gwen.

He had briefly considered hiding his interaction with Juno altogether – but quite apart from the practical difficulties of concealing a trip to Juno’s house every weekend, it just felt wrong. Amy, Daniela and Madison trusted him. They liked him – maybe more than liked. He didn’t want to be dishonest with them, and particularly not about something like this.

As for the specifics of what Juno had done… he would tell them later, surely. Individually. And when Gwen wasn’t there.

“Jake, you don’t have to do this for me…” said Amy, her eyes full of concern.

Daniela immediately jerked hard on her hairbrush, making Amy squeal.

“Be careful!” Amy objected, trying to turn to look back at her tormentor.

“I’ll be careful when you stop talking garbage,” said Daniela, giving Amy’s hair another non-careful stroke with the brush. “What, you’re going to fail out of high school and get stuck in this two-bit town just so that Jake doesn’t have to do bonus homework on the weekend? I know you’re in love, querida, but you’re not doing that, and I’m not doing that either.”

“Ow!” protested Amy again.

“Daniela’s right, Amy,” said Jake – trying to ignore how Daniela was unable to stop herself blushing at his approval. “Besides, this is an opportunity, right? I’ve got a specific invitation inside her house, and to spend time with her. We can use that.”

The tactical advantage seemed clear. And he definitely wasn’t thinking of how good it had felt to jerk off in front of Juno while staring at her perfect tits. It was just good sense to play along.

But Gwen, on her knees in front of him, laughed – a cruel, high-pitched giggle. The laughter made her long, perfect red hair sway attractively.

“Juno’s going to eat you up, you dickless gibbon,” she said. “I’ve seen her wrap brighter and richer boys than you around her finger. By the time prom comes round, you’re going to be begging to lick her prom date’s cum out of her cunt.”

Jake sighed, and looked at the other girls.

“Do any of you mind if I strip her?” he asked.

Madison laughed. “Go right ahead.”

Jake looked at Gwen. “Take off your clothes, bitch,” he said. “All of them. And then lick my shoes until they’re clean.”

Gwen snarled – an animal sound of pure rage that Jake wouldn’t have believed could come from a human throat – and then began to unbutton her blouse.

“You know, you could just tell her not to say things like that,” said Daniela.

“Yes,” said Jake, “but I think it’s safer to be reminded that she still hates me, and that she would happily kill me if I didn’t have her completely mind-controlled.”

Which was nonsense. Gwen wasn’t “mind-controlled”, and everyone in the room – except possibly Gwen – knew it. Yes, he had Leashed her, and given her powerful new fetishes. She would forever be aroused by being dominated by Jake, and by watching Jake fuck other girls. She would gain sexual pleasure from obeying him, and she would likewise helplessly fantasise about the other members of the Cat Clique being raped and enslaved.

But they were just fetishes. She was in control of her thoughts, and in control of her actions. And there was nothing at all to stop her leaping at him and trying to strangle him with her bare hands.

But Gwen had developed the idea that Jake had “mind controlled” her, and that she had no choice but to obey his commands. Did she really not understand? Or had she created this fiction to rationalise her desire to serve him, and to deny the embarrassment of her submission?

It didn’t seem to matter. No matter what Jake told Gwen to do, she did it, no matter how difficult, painful or humiliating. He had tried it at school just the other day, telling her to undress on the school oval, just to test if there was a limit to her obedience, and she had gotten as far as shucking off her blouse before he had given her permission to stop. (He would very much have enjoyed striping Gwen nude in public, but in those circumstances, with other students within sight, it would have raised questions he wasn’t prepared to answer.)

There would be no such reprieve for Gwen now. Jake and the other three girls watched as Gwen disrobed, revealing her small perfect tits and her hairless cunt. She neatly folded each garment as she removed it and placed it at the foot of the bed. And then, when she was completely naked, she got down on all fours and began to lick at Jake’s well-used sneakers.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” whispered Madison.

“You know you could have her lick other things, right, Jake?” asked Daniela. “Didn’t we agree we were going to rape her?”

Gwen’s body shuddered with fear and horror at this, but she didn’t stop licking.

Jake blushed. “I know,” he said. “But… I don’t know… it doesn’t feel right.”

Daniela rolled her eyes. “Fuck this,” she said. “Are you really going to pussy out on us now, Jake? You just heard the bitch. She hasn’t changed one iota. She’s still the puta who made you rape me. It’s fair play. You fucked her ass once already. You should keep doing it until she learns her lesson.”

Madison’s eyes were still fixed on Gwen’s naked, servile body.

“If you don’t want to, you can give her to me, Jakey-boy,” she said. “I could have a lot of fun with her.”

Jake’s cock twitched at the image of his beautiful cousin “having fun” with Gwen. But he shook his head.

“When I did it before, it was in the heat of the moment,” he said. “But now… she’s helpless. I can punish her other ways.”

“Or you can make her suck your…” Madison began.

Jake looked his cousin right in the eyes.

“Madison, I said no,” he said, no hesitation in his voice now. “Do I have to punish you?”

Madison gasped – and so did Amy. The sound from both girls was one of surprise – and also of sudden desire.

“No, sir,” said Madison, in a much quieter voice.

“Good girl,” said Jake – and to his pleasure, Madison showed visible pleasure at this response. She bit her lip, breathing heavily, staring at him thoughtfully.

Jake had been finding it easier, since he got out of hospital, to use his “dom voice” with the girls – and part of that ease was the way that Madison, Amy and Daniela all rewarded him for it with compliance, submission and lust.

He was slowly getting used to the idea that these girls wanted to be controlled by him. They wanted him to give them instructions, to give them opportunities to please him, and they wanted his approval and praise for their submission. None of that meant that the girls were weak, or that Jake himself was abusive or a chauvinist. Madison, for example, was still perfectly capable of giving him a dressing down, and she didn’t hesitate to do so when she thought he was being stupid. She just liked this dynamic – Jake commanding, and Madison submitting.

As for Gwen, he had no idea what she liked. Was she a natural submissive, and that was why she had created this fantasy of Jake “controlling” her? Or was his every command the psychological torture that she made it out to be?

Honestly, Jake didn’t care. He might be reluctant to rape her, but that didn’t mean that he cared much about the comfort or happiness of the venomous little overprivileged bitch. Torture was, frankly, exactly what she deserved.

“Hey Gwen,” he said. “While you’re licking, think about what a bitch you are, and why no ever has loved you or ever will in the future.”

He had no way of knowing, really, if she was obeying that command – the Silver Leash didn’t let him read those kinds of thoughts – but after a moment she began to make little sniffling sounds as she licked his sneaker, and he realised that she was crying.

“Wow, Jake,” said Daniela, brushing Amy’s hair more gently now. “You know, raping her might be kinder.”

“I think it’s kind of sweet that he won’t rape her,” said Amy.

“Thanks, Amy,” said Jake. “I’m glad someone understands, at least.”

“Oh, no,” said Amy. “I absolutely think you should rape her skanky little face, and let me watch. But it is kind of sweet that you won’t.”

Jake sighed. After all the effort he had gone through to make amends for his Leashing of Amy and Daniela, and all the lessons he had taken on “ethical behaviour” from Madison, it felt profoundly unfair that all three girls were now trying to corrupt him into using their captive as his sex toy.

Whatever. He had gone this far by following his heart. He wouldn’t stop trusting it now.

“So what’s our plan for Juno?” asked Madison. “What do we know about her?”

“She’s an influencer,” said Amy. “Her Instagram is like ‘TheRealJuno’ or something. She’s got tons of followers.”

“It’s ‘JunoReality’,” said Daniela.

Everyone looked at her.

“What?” said Daniela. “I follow it. Gwen made me – she said I had to follow all her friends, to boost their follower count. And besides, Juno gives really solid skincare tips. There’s this cream she did a video about, Facita, and I swear I haven’t had acne since I started using it.”

They kept looking at her.

“Fuck you all,” said Daniela, and focused her attention on brushing Amy’s hair.

“She wouldn’t be doing well at school if she wasn’t cheating,” said Jake. “I’m pretty sure she hasn’t paid attention to a single lesson in English class, and I bet she’s similarly behind in other subjects.”

“Okay, so she’s a bit of a bimbo,” said Madison. “That helps.”

“She’s not educated, but she’s not stupid,” said Daniela. “She’s cunning, like a fox.”

“She’s, what, Filipino…” began Amy.

“What? No,” said Jake. “She’s, like, half-Korean, I think.”

Madison wrinkled her nose. “Isn’t she… Latina, though? I thought…”

“Oh, what, because everyone who isn’t white looks Latina to you?” asked Daniela. “No way is that girl Latina.”

“Gwen must know,” asked Jake. “Gwen, what’s Juno’s ethnicity?”

Gwen rose up from Jake’s foot. Tears were visible on her cheeks.

“She’s Asian,” Gwen said.

“Yes, but… what country?” asked Amy. “Or… countries.”

Gwen blinked.

“Asia,” she said.

“Asia isn’t a country, Gwen,” said Jake, slowly.

“Sure it is,” said Gwen. “It’s, like, south of Japan. They have, like, elephants and stuff.”

Jake took a deep breath. “Go back to licking,” he told her.

“It doesn’t matter, anyway,” said Amy. “That’s not something we could use. Or should use.”

Madison was counting on her fingers.

“She’s an influencer,” she said, “she’s not well-educated, and she’s not white. That’s not a lot to work with.”

“No,” said Jake.

Clearly, they were going to have to do research.

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