by Fiora Greene
“What the hell, really?”
“I told you, the guy said those panties would make her do some crazy things, we just have to want it.”
Jenna stared, trying to make sense of what was happening. Her pussy was squished delightfully up against the bar, and it was proving difficult to not just grind herself against it. Panting, she looked at Jim, trying to click his words into place. Her eyes lit up slightly when he mentioned the panties, and the knowledge that they were somehow playing a part in her odd actions made so much sense.
The dark haired man smirked at her, seeing her eyes flickering with clarity. “Yeah, you get it now, I think. Okay, you can talk openly, sweety. But keep it low, no shouting.”
Like that, her words returned, her ability to do more than just answer the strangers. Inhaling sharply, her voice was quiet, but seething. “What is going on, what's happening?”
The group laughed once more, and she jerked in surprise when she felt the large hand on her lower back. Unable to get up from the pole, she turned her head to spot Phil. “It'll sound crazy if we tell you.”
“We should tell her anyway.” Travis leaned in, kneeling down and lifting up her dress. The bright pink panties were revealed, the nectar of her arousal slick on the metal and around her thighs, the material dark with it. The exposure made Jenna flush from head to toe, and she murmured in distress.
“Stop that, don't look!”
Despite her complaints, another burst of passion danced through her core, making her tremble and moan. Jim leaned in, studying her face, a hand reaching out to brush a strand of her hair behind her ear. “I don't want to tell her yet. Jenna, rub yourself off on this bike rack for us, okay honey?”
“N-no, no, I won't, that's ridiculous to even... ask...”
Those full hips began to rock, her figure grinding her pussy firmly into the pole, the surface so wet with her juices that they dripped to the sand below. Her face twisted in disbelief, an expression that battled with the throes of pleasure. It was astounding how amazing it all felt, and even more amazing that she was doing this at all. Her body was her enemy, her hunger and lust so high, and she could do nothing but what the stranger asked. Eagerly, audibly, her slick nethers rubbed across the rack, over and over, her breathing loud and raspy.
As her climax grew close, she knew she couldn't stop it. The hands of the men brushed over her, Travis on her legs, Phil over her round ass. All the while, Jim held her jaw, peering into her face as she drove herself closer to the edge.
As if impatient, he spoke, those words a sharp command in a husky tone.
“Come, Jenna. Come right now.”
Without a blink, she did; Her gasp was a whisper under his former wish for her not to shout, her back arching and skin flushing as the orgasm took over. Every inch of her seemed on fire, and she thought, somehow, that the metal pole seemed to sink deeper into her slit where she sat somehow.
Quivering, she was dimly aware that the group was chuckling, her humiliation sharp and bitter.
“Good girl, that was nice.” Jim patted her cheek, and when he let her go, she hunched forward, chest rising in her deep breath. She wanted to find some fragment of control in this, but it was lost when she noticed something else had changed.
Blearily, she looked down, gawking in despair at the sight before her. Where the bright pink panties once rested on the rack, now only her bare pussy seemed to exist. Smooth, slick, the underwear had simply vanished. “I... what, how?”
“It really worked,” Phil hushed, moving around and leaning in far too close to her nethers. Her button was swollen, her slit a bright, wild pink that rivaled the color the panties had been.
“S-stop, don't look, please...”
Jim smirked, scratching his cheek and watching her with interest. “You don't like us looking? But Jenna, you're soaked, how can you expect us to think you don't like this. You love being watched, don't you?”
Her brain buzzed, and she knew something had changed. Her eyes flicked to Phil, seeing him stare pointedly at her juicy slit, and though she wanted to argue, a hot flare of arousal flooded her center. It made her groan, and she covered her mouth in shame.
“It's that simple, is it?” Travis stood up, tugging the dress over Jenna's head and tossing it aside. The bra came with it seconds later. The girl instantly covered her chest, but the man only sighed. “Nope, none of that. You can't cover yourself, you love being looked at, so why bother anyway?”
“I... I don't...” Arguing was difficult, especially when her hands moved away, exposing her soft, ample chest and the firm caps of pink that strained in the air.
“He's right,” Jim mulled, moving to reach out and brush his thumb over one of those eager looking nipples. Jenna squeaked, feeling her lower belly twitch. “You're the kind of girl who loves this. Yes, it embarrasses you. But you like that, you need to be humiliated. It turns you on, it's just who you are.”
'No,' she thought desperately, 'I'm not like that at all!'
When she opened her mouth to defend herself, only a passionate whimper escaped.
Unbidden, she was gyrating on that pole again, the sound of her wetness obscene. 'I don't know what's wrong, why am I doing this?'
Something firm touched her hand, and she looked over, seeing Phil had placed a banana in it. His expression was dangerous, his smile cruel at the corners. “Here, you said you went out today to get groceries. Well, you should make use of them.”
“What?” Jenna balked, but her body moved, leaning back to lift her pelvis into the air. Her heels strained on the sand to prop her up, the yellow fruit being lowered imminently for her loins. “No,” she pleaded, “stop, don't make me do that!”
“We're only trying to help,” Jim soothed, dragging his fingers down between the valley of her chest. “You need this, Jenna. You couldn't fight it if you tried.”
“I am fighting,” she cried.
“Are you?”
The banana slid inside easily, coated by her wetness and guided by her hunger. It spread her walls, making her thrill with delight, even as she whined in defeat. Impatiently, she plunged it deep, pumping herself with the curved item over and over. The men watched, enjoying the show as she helplessly used the fruit to bring herself to another orgasm.
It was fast, hard, and she shook violently. Her walls squeezed around the object, embracing it decadently, her lips parted with her rapid breathing and throaty moans.
“She really got off on that,” Phil grunted, his hand sliding over the firm erection in his pants.
Jim said nothing, he simply reached out, gripping her wrist and helping her pull the banana free. “Enough of just watching. Jenna, come here.”
Weakly, she let herself be guided, finding herself kneeling on the sand. The green eyed man had his fingers wrapped into her pony tail, his face twisted in lust. She didn't need to wonder what he wanted, the shape of his cock was outlined neatly through his shorts. “Why am I doing this?” She whimpered.
“Because we paid someone to get you for us,” the voice was Travis, but when she tried to look, Jim held her steady. The sound of his zipper made her shiver, his words as crisp and poignant.
“Jenna, suck me off, and I want you to enjoy every second of it, like it's the best thing you ever put in your mouth.”
It was a statement that seemed questionable to even consider, but after everything, she was hardly surprised when she licked her lips at the sight of him. That flesh was thick, warm in her palm, crawling with throbbing veins. Her mouth watered, and helplessly she took him in, tongue working wildly along his delicious length.
Travis laughed, continuing on as he watched the girl giving the most eager blow job she no doubt ever had. “The man we paid, he told us he'd get us a new toy. He promised he had a way to make any girl a hungry little slut, without turning her into some dumb robot. It was pricey, and I admit, I didn't think it would work.”
Jim grunted, shoving himself deep into the brunette's throat, and she gagged happily on that swo
llen shaft.
“I didn't think it'd work, either,” Phil admitted, unzipping his pants and moving to crouch behind the girl. “But you can't argue with the results. Jenna, get on your hands and knees, I'm going to fuck you. I want you to love it, this is going to be the best cock you ever had.”
She trembled in delight and fear, her brain a mess of confused thoughts and her body conflicting wants. The manhood in her mouth was incredible, as much as she wished it wasn't. So much, she was scared she was going to become addicted to it, each thrust over her tongue making her pussy drip. When Phil instructed her, she did as he said, feeling his palms on her ass and the head of his cock at her entrance.
In one thrust, he was to the root, making her squeal around the thickness down her throat.
She wanted to listen to Travis, to understand the situation, but her mind was melting in desire, her entire being craving being filled by these strange men. Phil slid a hand down her back, yanking her firmly back into him with a few rough pumps.
Jim was holding her hair tightly, and she was aware of him beginning to swell, his groans loud as he prepared to shoot his load into her belly.
“When the shop keeper said he was going to use chemicals, hypnosis, and nanites, imbued in a silly pair of panties? I thought Jim had fucked us, lost our money. But then you came down those stairs, Jenna. You walked on down, and I saw it on your face.” He moved beside her, watching her expression as she lost herself. “You were ours.”
The shaft in her mouth flexed, and the first burst of seed hit the back of her throat, thick and warm as cream. Hungrily she swallowed, letting Jim pour his semen into her and wanting to milk every drop.
The thickness inside of her slammed deep, again and again, her ass bouncing back onto Phil's pelvis. His fingers held her around the waist, and the coil of desire inside grew like an electric storm. The orgasm hit out of the blue, making her squeal, muffled, around Jim's shaft. He pulled free, letting her inhale deeply while his friend kept driving into her.
Her walls rippled, hugging that rod tight, and Phil couldn't hold back any longer. This girl, this amazingly sexy woman, was grinding back onto him in a way he never experienced. To have such a cock hungry slave at their fingertips was erotic and astounding, and feeling her velvety insides ripple, he arched back and growled. The spurts of his hot nectar coated her pussy, adding to the immense wetness.
Sighing, he wiped some sweat from his forehead, sliding his spent member free of her gripping depths. She mewled sadly when he did, and the trio laughed at the sight.
Jenna blushed, her whole core feeling humiliated, yet somehow this was turning her on even more. 'What have they done to me, what did that shop keeper do?' Sitting on her haunches, she bit her lower lip, distracted by the pool of juice that made sand stick to her skin. “I still... don't understand...”
It was Jim who spoke, his shorts pulled up and a content look on his angular face. “Travis pretty much explained it. Those panties you bought, they absorbed into you. That's how they do it, I think. They work you up, make you come, and then they dissolve, so the chemicals and nanites go into your blood stream, into your brain.”
Shivering, the girl smoothed her hair, feeling vulnerable and exposed, but still unable to hide her nakedness from them as she knelt there. “But then, how exactly are you all making me do any of this?”
“Well,” Travis smiled, pushing her gently to the sand. He crouched over her, peering into her eyes and seeing the desire that still burned. As he spoke, one hand undid his belt, freeing his eager cock that had been waiting far too long. “He gave us each a small dose as well, nanites that correspond with yours. What we think, is they sends signals to the ones in your brain. So what we say or think, well, you saw how it goes. You're our pet now, Jenna.”
When he penetrated her walls, she tilted her cheek into the cool ground and squealed. His hips moved slowly, enjoying watching the way she reacted. Leaning in, his lips pressed to her's, her eyes flying open in surprise. None of them had kissed her till then, and it was somehow more intimate than everything else had been.
His tongue was soft, searching, teeth pulling at her lush mouth enticingly. One hand moved to her chest, tugging at a firm nipple and making her center quiver. Travis pulled back, jamming his member deeper, his hands holding him up. “Spread your legs, as wide as you can.”
She did so, toes pointed in the air as he railed her with increasing speed. Soon they were panting together, and his lips coiled into a smirk when he felt her beginning to squeeze his thickness. “Look at you, I didn't even tell you to come, and here you are, right... about... now.”
As if on cue, she cried out in pleasure, as well as stark embarrassment at his observation. 'What is happening to me, I can't even tell anymore what I want and what they want me to want!' Her thoughts fled, her muscles clenching and her pussy a pure burst of heat and wet passion. The climax was rough, almost sharp, and she saw spots of color behind her eyes that reminded her of the changing room earlier that day.
Jenna didn't have time to come down, the cock inside of her was slamming to the root, the sand scratchy on her sensitive skin. The music of her cries was delightful, and the trio watched her reactions, every little thing she did, with perverse interest.
The first hot explosion of viscous liquid inside of her made her gasp, the second made her lick her lips and moan for more. It amazed her, in a far part of her brain, that she had three strangers fill her with their semen that day.
The shaft pulsed, throbbed, and finally Travis sighed, his head hanging slightly as if in exhaustion. When he pulled free, Jenna shivered, her eyes half lidded as she stared up at him and the other two boys.
Jim shared a look with Travis and Phil, his words low, his satisfaction clear. “I think we'll have to owe that shop keeper an extra thanks, he came through on this deal in spades.”
The brunette was silent, her muscles tired and her body spent. When she looked to the side, her eyes fell upon the bunch of bananas. It made her blink, and her mind tingled at the thought that floated free. The thought she had had that morning when she first arrived. Words that, in hindsight, should have been foreboding.
'I wonder what I'll find in the market today, isn't that what I thought this morning?'
She had indeed found something, something she could have never predicted.
Peering up at the trio, Jenna settled in mentally for her new life as a pet.
THE END
A Special Thanks
Thanks for reading this story of mine! If you'd like some more Pet Panties tales, you can find them here;
Helpless Lust: Pet Panties Inc
His Office Slave: Pet Panties Inc
~ Fiora Greene
