Jane - fork

You've been dealing with problems all day, and the latest is that your car broke down forcing you to walk through a very poverty-stricken area on the way to a public transit station. You lost your phone earlier, and there's no Uber service around here anyway, but at least you still have your wallet with a little cash to get you home.

It's starting to get dark and you cut through an alley to save time. The station is just a couple more blocks this way, and then you can get a ticket home. But just as you round the corner you have to stop short. There's a young woman standing in your way. One of her hands is pressed to the wall as if to steady or support herself. The girl's other hand holds something metal and sharp, its dangerous point glinting slightly in the light. You hold your hands out in front of you, palms open to show you mean no harm.

"Hey asshole, gimme your money..." She demands. You notice how thin the girl is, with her ragged brown shirt hanging loosely on her body. Her shoulders and face are tanned from regular exposure to the sun. "I'm serious. Don't make me stab you..." Her cold grey eyes bore into you as sharp as her weapon, but you can see her body is shaking with weakness. She looks like she's about to collapse.

As expected her arm gives way, and she slumps against the brick wall. The hand brandishing the metal shiv drops to her side. "Oh fuck..." She tries to catch her breath as the girl's attempted robbery sapped what strength she currently had, and she slides a little farther down the wall.

"Fine..." She says, weakly waving the sharp shiv in front of her. It's obvious she's not strong enough to rob anyone. "Just go, leave me alone, I'll be fine..." But she doesn't look fine. She looks too weak to move, and she may not survive the night. The girl's stomach picks that moment to growl with hunger, and she moans in frustration. She tries to inch away along the wall, away from you, but she just sinks the rest of the way to the ground and stops.

Your mind flashes back through all the problems you faced today, but clearly this young woman's life is worse every day.

You're a benevolent altruist who helped Jane escape her poverty-stricken homeless existence by letting her stay with you. You brought her home from the hospital this morning, and she's had a chance to bathe and eat lunch. It's been years since Jane experienced civilized living, and the adjustment is not easy for her.

Jane walks around your apartment, in awe at how nice and clean everything is. Off and on over the past few hours Jane disappears into the bathroom, and eventually you realize from the overheard sounds that Jane has been masturbating every time, but you haven't brought it up with her. When you sit down to eat dinner Jane is surprised again by how good your food tastes. She already tried to eat too much at lunch, and it upset her stomach. She's sheepish and guarded as she tries to eat a little slower this time. She still doesn't understand why you're helping her. She doesn't trust you and is waiting for you to say or do something that forces her to run away.

As evening approaches after dinner, you get a couple of blankets and a spare pillow to set up a space for her on the couch. Jane watches you warily from the side of the room as you lay them out on the couch. "I can't sleep on that..." Jane states with a shake of her head. "That's too soft." She clarifies, and when you look up at her, Jane takes a step backward, afraid she's upset you.

You're a malicious sadist who took advantage of Jane's isolation by kidnapping her. She's been living with your for six months. You broke her down and removed her personhood, and it barely took two weeks. Jane is now conditioned to be a sexual object, your toy. She is a slave trained to submit to your commands, all of her secrets and past are yours now. Your patience and consistency broke through all of her barriers, and Jane has surrendered herself to you completely, her owner and Master.

But Jane's physical needs continue to be a struggle for her. She needs stimulation now more than ever. Her loss of independence and autonomy has removed all of her worries and fears about survival. She knows you will give her what she needs when she deserves it. But Jane finds it very hard to be patient and wait for you. Jane wants to be good for you, but Jane needs to orgasm so bad it hurts to be denied.

By the time you get home from work again Jane has been edged close to orgasm for the past six hours. You walk into your spare bedroom where Jane is tied to the suspension rack. Her arms and legs are spread out apart, hanging her from her limbs. The clamps on her nipples prevent blood flow and block sensitivity. They'll be hyper-sensitive when you remove the clamps, but for now they're purple and painful. The straps around her thighs hold the small clit pump that's sucked her pressured clit for hours. Jane's clit is now engorged and red from the pumping, making the nub incredibly over-sensitive, but the pump bell covers her clit and prevents any outside stimulating contact. Jane's pussy is plugged with a large dildo molded to mimic the shape of a horse cock. The dildo is heavy and solid, but it's held still inside her pussy, providing constant pressure on her insides without enough friction to ever reach orgasm. And then, moving so slowly it's like a Tantric torture, the fucking machine gently pistons a soft long tentacle dildo inside Jane's asshole. The machine's movement would be enough to push Jane to orgasm, but the tentacle dildo is too soft and just teases her endlessly. Jane is a blubbering mind-broken mess completely at your mercy and desperate for you to grant her the release she's needed for hours.