Callback: In The Second Place Sister, Tori was first issued into girl/girl sexual contact by a side character named Harmony. Because of a change to the Recorder by Dr. Swell, Harmony's transition to a constantly horny slut had an unexpected side effect. Now, we'll learn the unfortunate fate of the busty redhead.
Jenna shook with nervous anxiety as she pulled her car into an abandoned lot outside of the city, Kara in the passenger seat. Though not the same lot, it reminded her of only a few weeks ago, when she’d been forced into the van and edged repeatedly for hours. As she parked the car near an idling, black van, her heart hammered in her chest. The van doors opened, and some kind of monstrous creatures emerged. It was a Halo illusion, she told herself, but damn it was horrifying. The three things were hairy and clawed, with slavering jowls that showed exposed fangs.
“Fuck me,” Kara cursed, “WAT.”
The name made Jenna shudder as she fumbled for the door handle, finally found it, and stepped out. She rounded her car and approached one of the creatures as he stepped forward. The thing’s dead, hollow eyes raked over her with malice.
“You’re the little Angel, then,” he said, and spat into the dirt.
Jenna couldn’t reply. The thing with the username Hit_em_Harder over his head seemed to smile, if one could call it that.
“Rest easy, cunt,” it said, “Unfortunately, rank doesn’t get privilege over a Courier, otherwise you’d be facedown, in the fucking dirt right now for the shit you’re trying to pull.”
The thing stepped forward and slapped her, hard, across the face, sending her spinning onto the ground. Kara rushed forward, rank be damned, but the thing waved a hand and struck her with a gale that knocked her off of her feet, without so much as looking at her.
“Fucking newbies,” it growled, then knelt next to Jenna and continued, “Failure rate around here has dropped ten percent since you bitches started your little clique. It’s fucking up business. My business. More sorry cunts are opting out of slaves and breeders.”
Jenna choked back a sob as the thing’s hand caressed her cheek. She felt only human flesh and tried to make herself believe that it was not really a monster. It didn’t work. The real monster was no illusion.
“I’ll make you a deal, Angel,” the thing said, drawing back his hand and then swiping something out of the air. He held it before her, a glowing platinum key, and said, “You know what this is? Of course, you don’t. This, little bitchy, is a Jailer’s Key. I give you this, and you’re free. You’re out. You can go back to your normal, boring fucking life and forget all about Edge. You keep the money, any rewards you have, and even the Haloes, but you’re free and off the server.”
Jenna gasped audibly. Reflexively, her eyes darted to Kara, who lay in the dirt as one of the other creatures hovered over her.
“Sorry, cunt. Just one key. They don’t come easy.”
“Jenna, take it,” Kara said.
The creature standing over her kicked her in the side, making her cry out.
Jenna’s expression hardened.
“Keep it,” she said, with more confidence than she felt.
The creature shook his head and sighed, then slapped his hands together, making Jenna flinch. The key vanished.
“Right then. We’re gonna have a lot of fun, you and I,” Harder answered and stood up.
Jenna shot to her feet, dusting herself off. The creature near Kara backed away and allowed her to stand. Harder strode to the van and slid the door open, reached inside and tugged out a naked redheaded girl on a leash. The girl obediently followed the leash out of the van, walking on all fours as a little puppy dog tail swished back and forth, lodged in her ass. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, and when Harder handed the leash to Jenna, the girl crawled behind her and sniffed at her bottom.
“What?” Jenna stammered, making Harder laugh.
“Your package, Courier. Get her to her new master safely.”
The girl began to snuffle at Jenna’s locked-up pussy.
“Swell outdid herself on this one. She’s requested that you give her compliments to The Farmer when you deliver.”
Harder turned back toward the van. His cronies got in, but he paused, his clawed hand on the door handle, turned back and called, “Hey, Angel!”
Jenna’s head snapped up.
“We’ll see each other again soon,” he said, and then tossed something toward her and Kara.
Her Haloes displayed “Writhing Dark,” and she went blind, nearly dropping the leash as she clawed at her eyes.
“Erin, Dispel!” she commanded, and the darkness lifted in time to see the van driving away in a cloud of dust.
“Fucking prick!” Kara shouted after it.
Together, they looked down at the leashed and naked redhead as she sniffed at the dirt, then relieved herself.
“Still want to know?” Kara asked.
“This fucking game,” Jenna answered.
“Hey, honey,” Kara said to the girl, “What’s your name?”
The dog girl barked and licked her leg happily. In Jenna’s Haloes, a GPS route appeared.
“We’d better go,” she said, and led the girl to the car, opening the door and urging her into the back seat. She climbed up and went to the other window, staring vapidly out of it with her tongue panting.
Shaking her head, Kara got in on her side and they were off, following the directions in Jenna’s Haloes. The drive took them well away from the city, down back roads through the countryside. The girl barked from time to time at nothing, but otherwise stared out the window like an excited puppy. At one point, Kara attempted to hand her a bottle of water, but she just licked the bottle and panted cheerfully.
“They’re going to come after you,” Kara said, finally addressing the threat hanging over them.
Jenna nodded and said, “I know.”
“Why didn’t you take it?” Kara asked, “The key.”
Jenna held her hand and didn’t reply. Kara blushed.
It was dark by the time they pulled up to a high, iron-gated entrance in the middle of nowhere. Two men holding guns stood to either side of the gate.
“Shit,” Kara muttered, “What the fuck is this?”
One of the men approached the car and Jenna rolled down the window. The man looked at her, looked at the dog girl in the back seat, nodded, and waved to his partner. The second man said something that Jenna couldn’t hear, and the gate slid open.
“Straight up the drive. Follow the sign for ‘Residence’ and do not stray,” the guard commanded.
Jenna swallowed her fear and drove through the gate, which closed behind her with ominous finality. The headlights played over a dirt road, crowded in on either side by high, overhanging trees, giving the impression that she was driving through a tunnel. The darkness seemed a pressing thing, claustrophobic. At a fork in the path, she followed a signpost that said, “Residence,” taking another long and winding dirt road that opened up on vast, empty tracts of grass, swaying softly in the silver light of the full moon.
Ahead, Jenna could make out the lighted windows of a large house. She came to a sudden stop, shrieking in surprise as the headlights caught the dead-eyed stare of a naked girl crawling on the roadway, a set of little bovine ears on her head.
“Oh my God!” Kara exclaimed.
Jenna blinked, and then a man in overalls dashed into the road and ushered the girl out of the way, waving Jenna on as he led the girl away into the night.
“What the fuck is this place?” Jenna asked no one.
Kara shook her head. Jenna drove up the road, stopping the car in front of a large manor house that looked like something out of a Confederate plantation recreation. The door of the house opened, spilling light across the columned porch, and a heavyset man in overalls made his way down the creaking steps, his boots thudding loudly against the aged wood. He beckoned the girls out of the car.
Jenna and Kara approached the man cautiously. He did not have a nameplate.
“You’re my special delivery?” he asked.
Jenna nodded and the man’s face broke out into a grin.
“Bring her inside,” he said, and walked back into the house.
Jenna retrieved the dog girl from the car and led her inside, Kara trailing behind. The man stood anxiously in the entryway and smiled broadly when he saw the redhead. Jenna nearly lost her nerve and bolted as she studied the awful photos displayed on the walls. In every one was a girl who had been turned into some kind of animal. Girls with large breasts attached to pumping machines, their eyes sad and empty, expressions of agony captured forever. Girls in stables attached to hitching posts, long horse tails drooping behind them, and fake snouts attached to their faces. Girls covered in mud, with little pig noses eating from troughs. Girls, just like their delivery, in kennels and cages, some with floppy dog ears, others with perky, pointed ears, some eating from bowls. All of them wore collars with a little tag in the shape of a bone.
The man took the leash from Jenna’s limp hand, smiling as he watched her horrified expression.
“Looks like a solid bitch,” he commented, patting the girl on the head and ruffling her hair.
“Swell sends her compliments,” Kara said, averting her eyes from the photos.
The man perked up and said, “Hot damn! I was hoping it would be Harmony!”
He knelt next to the girl and groped her dangling breasts roughly, making her squeal, then saying in a cutesy voice, “Yes, we’re gonna breed you good. Good girl!”
The girl, oblivious, licked at his face excitedly. Jenna felt like she might vomit. The man stood back up and said, “It’s late. You can stay the night here.”
Jenna shook her head vigorously and protested, “No! We should get back.”
The man chuckled, looking them both over hungrily as he replied, “Sure. You did good. Safe travels. Oh, and it’s best you forget where this place is. I’m always adding onto the kennels.”
The threat was not lost on them as they backed out of the door and hurried to the car, the dark silhouette of the man’s bulk in the doorway. Jenna quickly wheeled the car back down the road, shaking. Despite the Obsequium and the teasing of the belt, the only thing she felt was absolute terror as she accelerated down the dirt road toward the gate. She stopped at the entrance and waited for the guards to open it. The seconds it took for that to happen were agonizing, providing time for her to imagine what would happen to them if that gate did not open. It did. She sped through it and onto the road.
“What… the… fuck…” Kara said.
Jenna realized that they’d just trafficked a sex slave across state lines, delivering her into a life of misery as some kind of animal girl for a sadistic pervert. She began to cry.
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