The woman counted Jesse’s money with care, undisturbed by his presence on the other side of the counter. After securing it in a locked drawer inside her desk, she gestured at him and they made their way into the back. The inside corridors looked about the same as the entrance did. White, bland, decorless, flavorless. Like any downtown shared office space that had opened in the last 10 years. They went down a flight of stairs and through a locked door before emerging into an underground loft of sorts.
A wide rectangular room dominated the center space. In the middle of it, two leather couches had been set up to face each other, separated by a perfectly clean glass coffee table. Above all three hung an abstract shape, in the heart of which shone a light bulb, casting a clearer light than in the rest of the room. Taking no interest in there, Jesse instead put his hands behind his back and started pacing slowly around the room. At regular intervals, entryways punctuated the outer walls and lead into small quarters, each set up with simple furniture, mainly : a bed, a small bedside table and a cozy chair. The rooms were empty at the moment, however, because the girls that inhabited them instead stood in the doorways, like produce on display.
Some of them were already in their underwear, while others had decided to keep a semblance of dignity for the time being, although it was of no use at all. They had all forfeited their lives in the same fashion, and for the same purpose, to become someone else’s property. In doing so, they had freed themselves of their humanity and of society’s expectations. In the eye of the law, they had become more akin to goods than humans.
They knew why Jesse had come in today and, by the looks on most of their faces, could not wait to finally be picked and brought to their new forever homes. That is what they wished above all else.
The first one stood with her hands behind her back, like awaiting orders from a superior. Her face was stern, serious, and her eyes unwavering. She was tall and strong, and the lycra jumpsuit she wore did little to hide the amazing shape of her body. I bet she served in the armed forces, he told himself, mentally pushing her aside.
Another laid against the doorway in a see-through nightgown, again leaving little to the imagination. Still filled with youth’s vigor, her ample breasts hung higher than gravity would seem to dictate them, and Jesse looked up to meet the face that had been associated with them. Almond shaped eyes, eyes of a brown so dark they looked black. He stopped dead in his tracks and, pivoting, took a step towards her.
“Hiiiii, I’m…”
Jesse lifted a finger. “I don’t want to know.” He eyed her once more from head to toe, noticing the care with which her jet black hair had been cleaned and combed. They tickled her lower back through the opening in her gown. “Take two steps forward please.”
She did as much and as she stood at a distance from the other girls, their envy could be felt from across the space, while her own excitement could hardly be contained. Jesse kept on strolling past a few other girls that failed to catch his interest. A heavily tattooed but stunning white chick, a long haired redhead who squeezed her breasts as he looked at her, and a girl whose skin was so dark Jesse wanted to drown himself in it, amongst others. But, instead, he stopped at the penultimate girl in the room.
Hands joined before her, she beamed a delicious smile at Jesse when he approached her. She had to look up at him since she was a lot shorter than he was, which freed her face of the mane of hair that slightly obscured it. Complimenting her height, she seemed petite in every other way possible, although her body was concealed underneath the quintessential girlfriend outfit : a loose but flattering t-shirt and pajama shorts. He took another step forward and caressed her cheek with the back of a hand. She closed her eyes and nuzzled against him in response.
A tongue clicked behind his back. “No touching before the transaction, that’s the rule.”
Jesse smiled. “Oh I know the rules, don’t worry. I’m taking this one.” Her smile stretched even wider, showing a set of perfect white teeth.
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“What's all this?” The Asian girl's dark eyes scanned the medical equipment on display in front of her. “Are you a doctor?”
After a long car ride into the city’s financial district, they had finally come to Jesse’s apartment complex. The mile high tower consisted of an innumerable amount of living quarters each more luxurious than the last. However, as if by magic or by chance, Jesse rarely crossed paths with anyone on his way in and out, which suited him perfectly. After they had done a quick look around his apartment, he unpacked the supplies that Gloria had sold to him aside from the girls themselves.
“Far from it, actually.” Jesse answered as he put on a pair of blue nitrile gloves. He adjusted the position of a disinfectant pad. “But Gloria's instructions were as good as any, so it should be no problem at all.”
She extended a hand towards one of the four syringes neatly arranged before him. Two had been tagged with red tape and a capital L, while the two others had blue tape with a capital V. One of each had been arranged on either side of the table. “I don't do particularly well with… with needles..” She swallowed hard. “Are they like… vaccines? What's in them?”
Jesse chuckled. “You could say that, yes… In a way.” He joined his hands and turned towards the girls. “So.. Who wants to go first?”
“I… I don't know… Why don't you go first Heav…”
“No names!”
Jesse interrupted again like he had done back at the shop, although his voice was a little sharper than he had intended it to be. He took a deep breath and turned to the back of the room, where the petite brunette had taken a seat on a corner of the couch. She stared outside the window at the rainy evening, lost in thought, her eyes partially obscured by her long neglected bangs. She looked at them and rose, slowly making her way to where they stood.
“What are these injections for?” Her voice was soft and crystalline, full of curious inquiry. He felt more inclined to answer truthfully to her question than to the other girl, yet he still kept them in ignorance.
“Just a few… modifications, that's all. You’re both absolutely stunning in your own way, but I’ll make sure you fit my particular taste as well.” Jesse gestured towards a chair at his side and she sat obediently, visibly nervous but wanting to make a good impression on him. He picked up one of the syringes and immediately put it down again. “Actually, before we do that, would you like to know your new names?”
The girls looked at each other with excitement. With their old lives surrendered, the memories of their old selves would gradually fade away, and being given new names was a big step in that direction. In a way, the excitement that they felt only solidified the idea that they had made the right choice, even though it was a controversial, and irreversible, one.
He looked down at the brunette, diligent and calm. “I have always had a sweet tooth. For as long as I can remember, I have cherished the taste of candies and sweets. To me, you two are the ultimate treats, the most delicious things I will have ever tasted, and I want your names to be a reflection of this feeling. It comes from the bottom of my heart.” They giggled and exchanged looks like teenage girls in a slumber party, even though they were both in their mid twenties. He took her chin in his hand and her cheekbones rose ever higher as she grinned wider and wider. “Your name is now Cocoa. For your sweet smile, and your gentle face, and the quiet demeanor that you present yourself with, you remind me of the taste of chocolate. Sweet, delicious, and always comforting.”
“Thank you, Mast...” Her voice quivered out and she cleared her throat, overcome with emotion. “Thank you, Master.”
“Please. Call me Jesse.”
Her eyes filled with tears of joy and she straightened her back as he lifted her sleeve to disinfect part of her upper arm. Although she was scared, it was her courage that shone through most. “Thank you, Jesse.”
She kept back a cry when the needle pierced her skin and took a deep breath as the “L” medication burned her muscle, rapidly coursing through the ear of her body. He leaned forward and kissed her lips once as a way of sealing their new relationship. She stepped away and let the other girl take place on the chair, legs proudly crossed,
“Your name is now Licorice. For the stunning length of your hair, and for the exotic allure of your physique, you remind me of the limited edition flavors of twisted candies that pop up during the holidays. The ones that we are most eager to try out, and most sad to lose when they are taking off the shelves. I decided that I would not let this flavor get away from me.”
“Licorice…” She said out loud, testing the sound of her new identity.
“You also seem to be a little more…” He took the second syringe tagged with blue tape and jabbed it into her arm. She squealed loudly and inhaled through her teeth, surprised by the needle’s sting. “...feisty and… demanding than your new adoptive sister. Your name represents the toughness of the licorice. Sometimes hard to chew, but ever so satisfying to finally taste.”
A look of pride flashed across her face, yet the corners of her mouth were curved downwards, still icky about the pain of the injection. She chaffed the spot where it hurt the most and stood back up hesitantly, her legs menacing to give way from under her. Jesse joined her to offer his support and award her the kiss she deserved, but she kept him against her body, immediately reaching inside his mouth with her tongue. She was feisty, he thought, as he reciprocated, letting his hands run across her body to find her ass. Then, Licorice and Jesse heard a loud thump behind them.
“I’m okay, I’m okay…” Cocoa had fallen back on her rump, also hit by a sudden weakness in the legs. She ran a hand through her mane and, sensing something weird in her fingers, brought it close to her face. “Jesse, what’s happening?”
The nails had vanished from all 10 of her fingers. More than just the nails, in fact, as the entire phalanx seemed to have evaporated into thin air. As all took a closer look, they could see a thin wisp of smoke coming out of the tips of her fingers, just like a piece of dry ice that had been forgotten at room temperature. And as the smoke rose and dissipated into the room around them, her fingers continued shrinking.
Licorice yelped. “Heaven! Look at your feet!!”
Jesse held back his anger as Licorice spoke Cocoa's old name. She pointed at Cocoa’s feet where, from underneath her socks, the smoke came out in slow, heavy waves that crashed onto the floor and stretched into nothingness. Feeling another wave of weakness overcoming her, Licorice kneeled in turn and noticed that her hands were going through the same process. Pressed against the floor for support, her digits had started disappearing and her once manicured nails were nowhere to be found.
Cocoa fumbled at her socks, pinching them with difficulty between her shrinking fingers to take them off, and revealed that her toes had completely vanished already. “Jesse, is this normal?” She looked up at her new master with the same inquiry as earlier, although tinted with incomprehension. Meanwhile, the sole of her foot had started turning into smoke as well.
Biting the inside of his cheek, Jesse first walked to the table and picked up a third syringe, one with a slip of red tape this time. Without waiting for her reaction, he jabbed Licorice in the same shoulder and she let out another squeal. He took an exaggeratedly big breath and exhaled slowly.
“Okay…” He ran a hand across his brow. “Now that that’s out of the way…” He kneeled in front of Licorice. “While you can still understand me, here’s the essential : I already love you. For what you were, and for what you will become. For now, and forever more. Through thick and thin, and until death or societal collapse do us part.”
Licorice sat on her heels and contemplated her shrinking hands. “Thank you Master… um I mean Jesse, but why are you telling me this right now like time’s running out?”
“Because in a minute we’ll never be able to talk to each other again.”
“What?!” She said, her vision going blurry for a second under the shock of his revelation.
Jesse turned to Cocoa again. Her fingerless hands laid on her thighs, a look of controlled confusion still across her face. “I don’t understand. What’s happening to us?”
He chuckled and took what remained of her hands in his. “See, my sweet, sweet Cocoa,” At the mention of her new name, her heart overflowed with love and warmth for him, “I have what is called acrotomophilia, which can be translated from latin as a sexual attraction to women that have undergone amputations of one or more of their limbs.”
Licorice interjected. “Ohhh, I think O understend nuw.” She had crossed her legs and was in the process of examining her reduced feet. Unbeknownst to her, her words had started to shift to the other’s ears.
“So you’re erasing our limbs to… fulfill your fantasy?” Cocoa wanted to trust her new master more than anything in the world, but it was a hard pill to swallow even for her. “I thought you were going to take care of us…”
He lifted her chin with a finger and kissed her mouth delicately, as if afraid to hurt her. “Don’t worry, my beautiful Cocoa. I will love you, and treasure you, and take care of you unlike nothing that has been seen in the history of mankind. Because you are both mine, and are now my complete responsibility. Becoming my slave was your fantasy, was it not?” She nodded. “Good. Then we can live both of our dreams in unison.”
“What fof zua katv say?!” To Cocoa and Jesse, it seemed like Licorice’s tongue had tripped a dozen times in half the amount of words. Her s’s slurred, her jaw moved in contradictory directions, and the overall tone of her sentence felt off. “Jesse, xjev mephaehi esi zua tqieloph?!” She lifted the remains of her palms to her mouth, completely stripped of her fingers.
“What was in the second injection, Jesse?” Cocoa asked, her eyes wide open looking back at Licorice.
“Don’t worry about it for now. I wanted to wait at least a week for this one but seeing as she couldn’t hold her tongue, she had it coming. You’ll have this second one later.”
Her feet and hands had completely vanished at this point, and Cocoa’s weren’t far behind. She lifted her arms before her to inspect her erasing forearms, then grabbed at Jesse’s hand clumsily, needing both stumps to hold on to him. She knew she had hands only a few moments ago, but it was already hard for her to remember how she would’ve used them. “Is it…” She swallowed and took some time to formulate her question properly. “Where does it stop?”
He took one of her stumps in his hand and kissed its rounded end, ignoring her question. “I don’t see amputations as a defect, Cocoa, all the contrary. To me, they add to a woman’s identity, to their prestance. The sight of missing limbs on an already beautiful woman adds to her eroticism in ways that are hard for me to describe. It makes them more vulnerable, yes, but not in a way that makes me want to take advantage of them, let alone cruelly. Instead, it makes me want to take care of them, of you and Licorice, cherish you, like precious gemstones. Marvelous, beautiful, yet so fragile.”
Still unable to understand Jesse, Licorice had turned her attention back to her disappearing limbs and was in the process of trying to stand up, which was of no use anymore. With her feet gone, the stubs of her shins offered no support to allow her to stay upright and she kept falling back on her knees. She put a stumped arm on the couch beside her and it sank halfway through the cushion, throwing her off balance.
Cocoa asked again. “It won’t stop, right? My arms and legs will be gone forever, won't they?” A tear formed at the corner of her eye and Jesse wiped it tenderly.
“They will, but don’t cry, my love.”
At the word love, Cocoa’s stomach started buzzing, as if a swarm of bees had been woken up from their slumber. She was torn between the anxiety about her incoming helplessness and the happiness she had felt earlier when stepping out of the shop with her new owner. She had been excited to start her new life but, as bizarre as it seemed, she was now having second thoughts
“I’ll tell you a secret right now if you promise me you’ll keep it, alright?” She nodded again and forced a smile on her face. “You’re already my favorite. You’re gorgeous, you’re cute, you're adorable, but also sexy, even if I haven’t seen you naked yet. I want to take a bite out of you like you were a frosted cupcake but also cuddle you until the world burns to ashes. I know you’re nervous, but look how courageous you also are. Asking me questions even though I just caused your limbs to disappear, staying headstrong against the current, holding your grounds. There aren’t a lot of girls that could do the same, let alone Licorice right here.” They turned their heads at the other girl, now standing on all four of her rapidly disappearing forearms and lower legs.
“But I’ll be completely helpless…” She sniffed. “I wanted to become someone’s pet, but… but…” She paused. “I hoped maybe to act as your maid, taking care of your stuff while you were away, or… or… waiting for you in bed, but… How can I be useful if I can't… If I'm…”
He shushed her with a finger against her lips. “To me, you were already beautiful. But with your limbs gone, you’ll be perfect. Of course you’ll be helpless, but that’s why I’m here. To take care of you. Like a kitten that needs to be swaddled. Like a bird kept in a cage. Your new disability will become the epitome of your beauty.”
She wiped a tear with what little remained of her left forearm, moistening her evaporating stump. “I want to understand, I really do.” She sniffled again, looking at Licorice who now struggled to sit back with her footless legs. “That's your… fantasy? Ineptitude and struggle?”
Jesse shook his head, although not out of frustration, but more like a benevolent teacher intent on making his point. “You know how, in fantasy books, men are often lulled by creatures beyond their understanding? Exotic beings like mermaids, angels, or horned demons that, despite their wildly different appearance, seduce and entrap these men into submission? By defying the ordinary, they captivate and bewilder others exactly because they're unlike anything else in the world. That is how I see your new appearance. Your missing limbs are your wings and tail, your talons and your scales. Your helplessness will become what makes you otherworldly, by defying what people expect. And in this way, you become so exotic that I will never be able to resist you.”
She nuzzled her cheek into his palm again and he let it wander down onto her shoulder, tracing down her left arm until he lost his grip around where her elbow had just disappeared. He took one arm stump into each hand and made them meet near her small breasts. Cocoa's eyes were fixed on Jesse's, like a drowning sailor hanging on to dear life on a floating buoy. He let his thumb run across the stump and kissed her once more, hoping to dry her flow of tears. Even with all of his efforts, he could still see the uncertainty in her eyes. Her lower lip quivered.
“Soon enough, you’ll understand what I mean, or at least I hope you will.” He stood up again and, unable to do the same, she sat in his shadow.
“Dep tunicufz iyqmeop vu ni xjev’t huoph up?” Completely unable to understand them, Licorice hadn’t had the chance to hear his explanations. “Esi zua vaspoph at opvu gadl fummt?!” Sitting down, she scoffed and looked down at herself. Her arms now ended before her elbows and they hung beside her breasts like broken twigs.
“Poor Licorice.” He patted her on the head and she looked up at him expectantly, pushing her breasts together ineptly with her arms. “Good girl. Come on! Let’s get to the bedroom.” He tapped his thigh, as if calling to a dog.
“Zua xeppe qmez qivt?” She smiled devilishly. “O’mm qmez qiv emsohjv.”
Her arms flapped at her sides as she tried to reach out to him again, then to the floor for support, but nothing could be done. Her hips twisted and rolled underneath her without helping her move. Her legs, without feet or even knees, simply slid across the floor without any purchase. Licorice folded herself in half trying to touch her stumps together but tumbled forwards, landing on her impressively large breasts.
“Kitti?! Nv’t… ov’t jesfis vjep o vjuahjv…” She squirmed as she shrugged to try and reach the floor with her arms, but they had gone too short compared to the size of her breasts. And while her legs could still touch the tiles, they were of little use. “Kitti?! O piif jimq!!”
He knelt before her and, lifting her chin with a single finger, landed a kiss on her lips. “That’s too bad, I was in need of a more independent girl, today. He turned back to Cocoa. “Can you follow me down to the bedroom, then, my love?”
She rocked herself from left to right, looking down at her limbs, all four of them now ending before her elbows and knees. She could no longer feel anything that had existed beyond that point, almost like she had never known anything else. She took a deep breath.
“How, Jesse? I can’t… I can’t walk anymore…”
“You told me you wanted to become someone’s pet… Right?” She nodded again. God she’s cute when she nods obediently, he thought to himself. “Maybe you can walk like one, then? While you still can? Do it for me.”
She scoffed and flapped her arms at her sides. “Jesse, I…”
“Here, let me help you.”
He pulled slowly on her arms and as she pushed her thighs into the floor, she stood on their ends for a moment before Jesse shifted his grasp and held most of her weight by her shoulders. He set her back down again, with all four of her stumps squished against the floor, and backed away slowly towards his room. While it made little sense in Cocoa’s mind to be standing on the cut-off stumps of her limbs, she felt relatively stable in this position.
Jesse extended his hands towards her. “One step at a time, my love.”
Her emotions were in an all out war inside her head. On one hand, she couldn’t believe that she was being transformed into a limbless… She shook her head to chase away the word. But on the other, wasn’t she getting exactly what she wanted? She surrendered her life away exactly to become someone else’s property, to be used at whatever purpose they had intended. It just so happened that Jesse’s purpose was… out of the ordinary.
She looked up at him and his caring face soothed part of her worries. There was a striking comparison between her vanishing limbs and the loving care he was offering her. Maybe he was sincere. That this was his way of turning them into the most beautiful versions of themselves to his eyes. If so, then she should’ve been happy to be treated with such importance. So why was this so difficult to accept? How could he claim to want the best for them and yet cause her so much anguish?
She looked back at Licorice again, who had splayed down trying to stand on her stumps just like Cocoa, but failing to use them properly. She had been disobedient, and had been punished for it. Cocoa, however, was getting all the attention for herself for being such a good girl, like Jesse had said. She needed to continue to impress him, to keep being his favorite.
Cocoa turned her attention to her limbs, still shrinking under her. There must’ve been only half of her upper limbs remaining and although her face was still a few inches off the ground, she couldn’t say as much for her breasts, small as they were. Her shirt was already in contact with the floor, and any small movement of her torso caused it to tickle her chest. She took a deep breath and tried to walk forward, lifting an opposite arm and leg simultaneously to take a short step, but she thumped on her side, limbs splayed just like Licorice. She tensed her abs and lifted her shoulders, managing to slip an arm underneath her torso, and lifted herself back up on her stumps before doing the same with her legs. She tried one more time, first sliding her left leg forward a few inches and, when she thought she had regained enough balance, did the same with her left arm, working the muscles of her shoulder forward.
She realized too late that it was the wrong move, she should’ve gone with the right arm instead. As she fell from her meager height, she instinctively threw her hands in front of her to catch herself, even though they had disappeared. Her arms instead spread to her sides and she caught the biggest part of the fall with her face. She knew she didn’t have a lot of time left, and the ease with which she rotated her thighs under her hips confirmed her worries. Standing on her arms again, she could’ve kissed the floor by craning her neck. She tried something else.
With her arms stable, she took a few short steps with both legs. Her stumped thighs sagged under her meager weight but after a few inches of progress, she did the same with her arms. She repeated her movements once more, the muscles in her shoulders burning under the effort, and her limbs started shaking. As she lifted her right arm again, she slipped on her own hair and fell on her stomach. A thin layer of sweat now covered her small body.
She felt humiliated. All Cocoa wanted now was to impress Jesse, but she had only managed to ridicule herself. Meanwhile, her limbs had continued shrinking and made it almost impossible to stand back up on her stumps. The muscles in her hips and shoulders had been weakened by her vanishing flesh and even then, her limbs had become even shorter. She couldn’t hold her weight anymore. She tried swiping her limbs at her sides instead, like a disabled fish out of the water, with very little effect. There was nothing else she could do but lay there, helpless, waiting for the last remaining inches of her arms and legs to disappear completely. To think that all she had wanted was to make Jesse proud… She looked up at him and her heart soared.
Proud he was, and proud he looked. Tears had rolled down his cheeks and, even though he wore jeans, she thought she could see his erection through his pants. Then, as if it had never been there, her shame went away. The distress, the indecision, the worries, the doubts, none were left to torment her because in this moment, there was nothing more important in the world than what she was when looking at him. Pride, yes, but also love. Unending. Unwavering. Unfathomable.
She found the strength to stand up again, to hold herself up on her stumps, somehow, with her body arched forward as hard as she could, but now even her small breasts brushed against the floor through her shirt. She waddled forward an inch or two more, yearning for more of Jesse’s approval, but a spasm shook her short limbs. In the blink of an eye, what little remained of them had finally gone up in smoke. She stretched her shoulders until they were about to tear her skin, trying to push herself off the ground, but it was no use. She tried to recall how to kick with her legs, but her hips only swayed to the sides, unable to find purchase on the floor. The effects of the injection were finished. She was completely limbless.
Licorice had also lost the rest of her limbs but now laid on her back, shouting incomprehensibly behind Cocoa. The latter squirmed on the floor, trying to find a way for her to continue moving forward. But the more she struggled, the clearer it became that there was very little she could do now, apart from writhing like a worm in the mud.
“Jesse, I can’t…” She whispered, afraid to disappoint him. “I’m trying but I can’t…”
Before uncertainty could get a hold of her, Jesse did. She flew up in the air and landed in his arms, secured against his body, purposefully or not pressed against his erection. Before she knew it, they were kissing again, and the world stopped turning around her. There was no here, there was no when, there was only them.
She was laid on the bed and squirmed again, testing the limits of her new anatomy, which were numerous and cruel. Shrugged as high as they would go, her shoulders could reach her jaw but not much higher, her hips could rock to one side or the other but nothing more. Cocoa felt small and weak. But when Jesse’s hands started racing across her body, she understood what he had meant.
There was an envy in his fingers, a hunger for what she had become. He held the back of her neck tenderly with one hand while the other felt for her empty shoulder, cupping the angle where her arm had been, or pushing his thigh against her legless pelvis. His hand slipped underneath her shirt to tickle her erect nipples and she gasped, arching her back, digging her rump into the mattress. She pushed her left shoulder forward as if to return his embrace but there was nothing to move, no arm to control, only Jesse’s hand holding her tight. She felt her groin burn with desire for him, and her inability to do it herself only made it grow exponentially.
“Undress me, Jesse..” She whispered between his lips. “I can’t do it myself…”
Cocoa had struck the right chord in Jesse’s mind without knowing. Not only was she physically helpless, but her mental state had started shifting as well. Asking for help, expressing her ineptitude, those were the things he was excited for. He looked at her, like a puppy with its head stuck in a cardboard box.
“Of course, my love. Anything for you.” He removed her shirt without effort, although pulling her hair a little harder than she had expected and she grimaced. “We’ll have to take care of that haircut of yours.”
“Anything for you.”
She answered without skipping a beat and bit her lower lip. She shrugged again when her hair tickled her shoulders and looked at their empty sockets for the first time. With Jesse so enamored with her, her missing limbs didn’t seem so bad all of the sudden.
Her shorts followed suit, falling off of her hips almost by themselves to expose her pink panties. Through the large opening where her legs were supposed to be, there was only smooth flesh, as round and as featureless as her ass. Tensing all the muscles in her reduced body, she lifted her hips at him, still unsure where her flexibility and range of movement stopped. She met his gaze again and saw that hunger flared in his eyes. Something had shifted in the way that he looked at her. Every squirm of her body, every muscle she pulled was being analyzed, scrutinized. The mental rubber band she had been pulling snapped back and, for a moment, she saw herself from an outside perspective, and wished she could’ve covered herself. She felt exposed and ridiculous, and weak and helpless. Her previous life flashed before her eyes and regret gripped her throat. What would her family think of her if they saw her squirming like this? Was her old life so normal and boring that it could justify ending up looking like she did? She didn’t want any of this anymore, she wanted her limbs back and her life back. She had paid the price but maybe it wasn’t too late. For a refund, or a cancellation, she thought. How far she had gone in just a few hours…
Jesse, unbeknownst to her inner thoughts, proceeded to unclasp her bra and put his hands over her breasts, pushing them together and apart, kneading them like dough. Then, moving his left hand out of the way to rest on her waist, he swallowed her nipple and suckled on it softly. Her eyes rolled back and she allowed herself to be carried away in the moment, like his rhythm was directly in tune with her soul. She wanted to push him back at first, but all she could do was worm underneath him, her body shivering under his touch. Back arched, shoulder shrugged, she battled against him, not knowing what to think anymore, yet slowly getting won over, the tension gradually being released by her new owner.
The moment Jesse freed her breasts, she found herself missing the touch of his fingers against her skin, his warmth and his weight. It was as if the contact of his hands across her body lessened the burden of having lost her limbs, allowing her to stay anchored to someone else. She squirmed again and stretched in all directions, her emptied shoulders digging in the thickness of the mattress, and lifted her head looking for his mouth. To her surprise, it now hovered right above her groin, while he stared down at her mound hungrily.
“Are you okay, my love?”
She breathed heavily and writhed her hips with difficulty. Every motion was now a struggle to accomplish. Cocoa kept trying to move limbs that didn’t exist anymore, which only resulted in her torso twitching in unfamiliar places while her small body cowered before Jesse. He placed his palms over the spot where her legs had been only minutes ago and her anxiousness dropped down a notch. Maybe it was going to be alright. She swallowed hard.
“I… I need you, Jesse.” Her breath was shaking. “Tou… touch me. I need you to touch me.. Don't let me go, please. I need to feel you, but…” She twisted her hips and shoulders in opposite directions, barely able to lift her back off of the surface of the bed. He was so close, but she had become so helpless. There was nothing she could physically do to get closer to him. “I can't… I need you to stay with me…”
Tears formed in her eyes again and she didn't know if they were from fear or envy anymore. All she wanted was for someone to hold her and tell her that everything was going to be okay.
He pushed her panties down her hips to finally make her completely naked and put a hand against her labias. His warm skin against her burning groin had managed to quench her thirst for a second, but it only came back stronger. His praise, and then what? His touch, and then what? She wanted more, she needed more, he was so close to giving it to her. If only he could really take care of her, push something inside of her, her mind would shatter into a million pieces…
He penetrated her. Gently, lovingly, with as much care as if he had threaded a string in the eye of a needle. The warmth in her pelvis spread out to the rest of her body and the last remaining beams of a mental barrage snapped in her mind. Indescribable adoration flowed in her veins. Jesse had broken Cocoa.
She didn't care about her arms and her legs, or her piano lessons, or her 5k times, or long dresses, or dancing through the night, or jewels on her fingers, or her feet digging through the sand, or her hands gripping the sheets, or doing her own hair, or baking cookies, or driving her car, or walking the dog, or applying makeup, or swimming in the sea or getting dressed or riding a bike or climbing the stairs or showering or painting or her Pilates class or petting the neighbor's dog or doing her nails or shoveling snow or her friends or her family or school
orbeingboughtorbecomingaslaveorbeingnakedorbeinghelplessorlyinginfrontofastrangerorbeingfuckedmercilesslyorbeingusedorbeingmerepropertyorlosingherselfinsomeoneelsesdesireororor