Owned by Jen Pt. 02

Jen had already gotten out of bed by the time John woke up, and he lay for a while wondering if it had all just been a bad dream. Jen and Jamie... the things they had done to him. Could that possibly be real? But his body felt tender in places where it wasn't normally, like his neck, and his rib cage. Then he got out of bed and looked at himself in the bathroom mirror and saw the tiny red spots around his eyes and forehead. They were only noticeable if he looked closely, but they were there, physical proof that all of his memories were real. Jen had choked him unconscious by clamping her thighs around his neck. She had squeezed him so hard that blood vessels burst in his face.

That wasn't even the worst part. Jen had finally revealed to him what she had known all along, the dirty trick she played on him at the beginning of their marriage. The paperwork put him completely at her mercy. He couldn't divorce her, he would never recover from it. No, he couldn't leave Jen, and he had to do everything in his power to keep her from leaving him. And from what she had told him the night before, he had a feeling that keeping her happy was going to mean becoming submissive, not only to Jen, but to her younger sister Jamie as well. He had no choice. He was going to have to play along with whatever sick new arrangements the two women had in store for him. Reluctantly, he got dressed and headed downstairs.

He heard them conversing quietly as he got closer to the kitchen, but they fell silent as he entered the doorway.

"Coffee, dear?" Jen slid a mug across the table towards him that was already filled.

The kitchen table was small and round, and the sisters occupied about two thirds of it, facing him. There was an empty chair in front of where he stood, and they watched him with an air of anticipation, like they expected him to sit down and join them. He sat, taking a sip of coffee. The ensuing moment felt almost awkward. It was like they had all been assigned new roles overnight, but no one was entirely sure how to act yet. Looking at Jamie, he could tell that Jen had filled her in on everything. She sat looking at him with a small, knowing smile on her lips. He raised his eyes to hers briefly but could not hold her gaze and lowered them again.

"Well, I'd better be off." Jen stood up abruptly. "You two play nice, alright?" She winked at Jamie, who smiled but didn't say anything. She didn't appear to John like she intended to play nice.

Jen walked around the table and gave John a quick peck on the cheek before leaving the kitchen. She was acting odd, like nothing had happened. Like they hadn't just gone through the most radical turning point in their relationship. Actually, John thought, she was acting like everything was perfectly fine, and maybe that was because, for Jen, everything was perfectly fine. She had John right where she wanted him now.

They heard the sounds of Jen leaving the house, and John and Jamie sat at the table together in silence. Jamie kept her unwavering stare on him, while John mostly kept his eyes averted. He felt uncomfortable under her gaze, exposed. He felt like she knew his deepest secrets and weaknesses, and he could not hide his thoughts from her. And it was probably true. Anything Jen knew about him, he was willing to bet Jamie knew too. But it was one thing for Jen to know intimate details about him. They were married; they had shared a relationship for years. Jamie was more like a stranger to him. Sure, he had seen her on and off over the years, but the most they had ever been, at best, was formally cordial. Now she had barged into his life, into his most private sanctuaries, and asserted her dominance over him. And with the support of Jen behind her, he was powerless to resist her.

He stood up, muttering something about cleaning, and began to clear the table. He hadn't gotten around to cleaning the kitchen from the night before, after everything that had happened. Jamie just smiled. She watched him clean for a while but eventually stood up and walked out of the room, saying nothing. He was relieved. Just a few moments to himself felt like a blessing. He finished cleaning the kitchen and began working on various household chores. He couldn't quite get comfortable at home now. Anywhere he went, there was evidence of Jamie, if not Jamie herself. She left her messes for him to clean and lounged about on different pieces of furniture. She sauntered around leisurely, helping herself to food in the kitchen, going in and out of the bathroom, even going up into John and Jen's bedroom, for reasons unknown to John. And anytime he encountered her in the house, she fixed him with her stare, her eyes boring into him until he had to look away or find an excuse to leave the room.

Other than that, however, they did not interact much throughout the day. John had been dreading what the first day would be like after Jen had essentially enslaved him. So far, it didn't seem too bad. Yes, Jamie was a nuisance, and the sisters had definitely gotten the upper hand on him. But if he was going to be mostly left alone, just doing house chores, he supposed he could live with that. He was starting to feel a little better, and he found himself sitting in the kitchen, not doing much, just relaxing. That was when Jamie spoke to him for the first time that day.

"Come here, John." Her voice came to him from the living room. There was a calm note of finality in her tone, it was an order, not a request.

He walked slowly over.

Jamie was on the couch facing him, with one leg crossed over the other. She wore a tank top and cutoff jeans, trimmed so short that the insides of the front pockets were exposed, hanging below the stringy white edge. Her thick thighs filled them out tightly.

She snapped her fingers and pointed to the spot on the floor directly in front of her. It was the kind of gesture one would give to a dog, unmistakable in its intention. He walked over and stood before her. She smiled and shook her head. "On your knees." Her voice was soft, but carried the tone of command.

He considered refusing. He knew the women had power over him, but kneeling in front of Jamie like she was some kind of queen felt ridiculous. He was a fully grown man. Jamie was a couple years younger than him, even, and that somehow made the idea of it more humiliating. But he thought about Jen, what she could do to him if she decided to bring him to court. There was no doubt she could do what she said, putting him hopelessly in her debt. She had destroyed plenty of men in court before, as a divorce lawyer, and he was starting to believe she wouldn't think twice to do it to him. She would probably enjoy it.

Jen wanted him to obey her every command now, and that meant obeying Jamie too. Besides, even if he tried to resist, Jamie would probably just use force to get him to do what she wanted. She could best him in a fight, she had already shown him that.

As he got down in front of her, she slung a leg casually over his shoulder, her foot dangling down against his back. The weight of it forced him to lean closer towards her.

"You thought about it, didn't you?" she asked, her eyes gleaming. "About trying to disobey me? But you know you can't. My sister's got your balls now." She placed her other leg on his shoulder, pulling him in, resting her upper thighs around his head. "I heard her last night. It sounded like a good one." She giggled and slowly started to compress his face with her muscular legs. "But I get it. Nothing quite turns me on like having complete control over a man." She started to squeeze harder. "Lucky for me, Jen told me I could play with you anytime I want."

Jamie squeezed him with force now, her legs flexing straight out, ankles crossed behind him. She pumped her hips up and down a few times, forcing his head to move with the motions of her body, stretching him uncomfortably. His neck was jammed against the rough fabric of her cutoff jeans, and her warm flesh enveloped his face. He gasped in pain while Jamie bit her lip sensually. He tapped on her hard thigh, indicating submission, requesting release.

"No, John." Jamie's voice was low and intimate. "Jen put me in charge of you. It's my job to keep you disciplined and punish you as I see fit."

"But what have I done?" He hated the whiny, pleading note in his voice, but he was in too much distress and humiliation to control it.

"Aww, nothing, baby. See, this is just part of our program. First you need to learn what will happen when you step out of line. Only fair, right?" She pulsed her thighs painfully, and his vision went blurry. "Then, if you behave properly, you will only receive your standard daily discipline. One delivered by Jen, and one by me." She smiled sweetly. "These will be in addition to any punishment you earn through misbehavior. Sound good?"

"You bitch," he wheezed.

Her thighs tightened suddenly. The last thing he saw was her hard eyes and cruel smile, and then his vision went black.

When he woke up, his face was pressed against the carpeted floor. Jamie was sitting on his upper back, working a cord around his wrists. When she finished, his hands were bound tightly together. She got up and rolled him over onto his back. He tried to sit up, but she planted a foot on his chest and shoved him back down. She held him down firmly with one foot, dominantly placing her hands on her curvy hips.

"Tsk, tsk. Punishment already. I'd say that I'm disappointed but..." she leered at him evilly, "I do enjoy a challenge."

He felt more helpless than he had ever felt before in his life. His hands were bound behind him, under the weight of his own body, and he was held down under the foot of a powerful woman, looking at him with clearly malicious intentions. Her sadistic, predatory expression filled him with foreboding. "Jamie, wait..."

But before he could say anything else, she silenced him by sitting down directly on his neck, lithely extending her legs straight out on either side of his head.

"There we go," she said smugly, wiggling her hips so that her crotch settled deeper into his neck, the silky skin of her inner thighs rubbing against his cheeks. "Now that we're nice and comfy, why don't we have a little chat about what you said earlier?" The weight of her body made it difficult to breathe. She looked down at him expectantly.

"I'm sorry," he gasped.

She arched an eyebrow. "Is that all?"

He felt the last remainder of his pride and dignity evaporating as he looked up at her. He was completely at her mercy. He drew a struggling breath. "I'm so sorry, Jamie. I shouldn't have said that. It... it won't happen again."

"Ooh," she moaned, putting a hand to his face and softly caressing his cheek. "That's a start, John, but you still need to learn a few rules." She slowly gyrated her hips, grinding into his neck while she spoke to him patronizingly, like a school teacher. "When you speak, you will address me as either 'Mistress' or 'Miss Jamie'. Do you understand, John?"

He hesitated. Despite his pain and fear, this was almost too humiliating. But there was something dangerous about Jamie. She didn't seem to be capable of mercy or remorse, and he had no idea how far she might go when it came to making him suffer.

"Yes, Miss Jamie."

"Good. Now, you didn't address me properly when you apologized earlier. Start over." She smirked as she gave the command. She was heaping degradation upon him and loving every minute of it.

"I'm sorry, Miss Jamie. It'll never happen again."

"Hmmm." She got up and shifted her body down his, straddling his hips. She leaned down close, one arm wrapping over his head while her other hand rested on his neck. "Jen told me everything that happened last night." She kissed him on the lips, deeply, sensually. "How she made you her little bitch, and you were still hard for her, and then she fucked you. How did it feel, John, getting fucked like that?" She kissed him again, pushing her tongue into his mouth. "I'll bet you liked it. And I know Jen liked it." She sighed. "I'd like to know how it feels, to fuck a man like that. And maybe I will." She winked. "Jen gave me permission, you know. Full reign. While she's at work, you're all mine."

She sat back up suddenly and slapped both hands down on his chest playfully. "But first, we need to straighten a few things out. You called me a bitch, John, and that's true. I'm a mean bitch, you're gonna learn that. But you don't get to say it. Oh no. For that, you get punished."

"Wait, Mistress, I'm sorr..."

She struck him across the face. The slap wasn't overly hard, but it was enough to sting and cut off his words. "Shut up. You don't speak unless I give you permission. You got that?"

He gulped. "Yes, Miss Jamie."

"I'm gonna teach you a little lesson. Do you know what it is?"

"N... no. Miss Jamie."

"You're going to learn that you only get to breathe when I allow you to. Are you ready?"

"Wha..."

She clamped a hand over his mouth, silencing him. "I'll go easy on you since we're just getting started." She smiled. "How about 20 seconds?"

"Mmph!" He jerked his head a few times, wanting to shake her hand off of him, but it was pathetically useless. His own hands were tied together beneath him, and the weight of her toned body held him down as she straddled his chest. There was nothing he could do to stop her when she used her other hand to pinch his nose shut.

"One, two, three..." She counted slowly out loud, smirking at him as his eyes widened in panic. He hadn't had time to take a breath before she covered his mouth, and by the time she counted to five his lungs were already burning. When she reached fifteen, his throat muscles were convulsing, desperately trying to pull in oxygen that was not there. He jerked his body violently trying to throw her off him, but Jamie stabilized herself with her strong core and legs, rocking slightly but otherwise maintaining her mount on him with ease. She took her time, calmly counting out the last five seconds, and then removed her hands. He gulped in air with deep breaths. Twenty seconds didn't sound like a lot, but having his breath held against his will was one of the worst feelings he had ever endured. To make it worse, Jamie counted painfully slow, and she seemed to reduce her pace even further towards the end.

"That was fun," Jamie giggled. "Like a rodeo. Giddy-up, baby!" She twirled an imaginary lasso over her head with one hand while she rocked her hips on him, gripping the collar of his shirt with her other hand, like a cowgirl riding a bucking horse. She was acting like this whole situation was just a game, tormenting him with girlish delight.

"Hang on a sec. This time I wanna really feel it." She stood up and took a step away from him. She undid the button on her cutoff shorts and slid them off. Underneath she wore underwear that rose up high on her waist, exposing bare flesh up to her hips. The thin black material was tucked into her firm, voluptuous ass cheeks. Her thighs were long, thick, and silky, the quad muscles bulging underneath tawny flesh when she moved.

John was overcome with an animalistic urge to get away from her. He squirmed, with his hands behind his back, starting to roll onto one side.

"Ah, ah, ah." Jamie walked back to him and casually used one foot to press him back down on his back. "Just where did you think you were going? We aren't done with our lesson." She placed her feet on either side of his head, her hands on her hips.

"Miss Jamie, please," he gasped. "You don't need to do this, I... I've learned."

"Oh, but I do, John," she said quietly, almost hungrily. She kneeled down around his head, tucking her calves underneath her upper legs, and settling her weight on his neck. Her thighs bulged outward over her calves, pressing against his cheeks, enveloping his head with soft skin in an almost gentle embrace. Her black underwear was a thin barrier between his throat and her crotch. She felt hot there, and slightly damp. "We're gonna go for 40 seconds this time, okay, baby?"

"No..."

But she had already placed her hands over his mouth and nose again. She paused for a second, smiling smugly, and then began to count slowly up as she had done before. The now familiar panic rose in him once again, and soon he was struggling, his body fighting involuntarily and uselessly against her. She moaned softly when his body twitched and jerked beneath her, and she began to move her crotch against him in circles. "That's it, John," she breathed, "twenty four... twenty five... yeah, keep moving like that... twenty six...." Her crotch was becoming wet against his neck, and she spoke to him sensually in between her counting. As she got into the thirties, he felt his strength ebbing away and his struggles subsided. At forty, she released him, and his head lay limply against her as he breathed heavily.

Jamie sighed contentedly. "Mmm, this is really good. Do you think we're getting somewhere?"

"Yes, Miss Jamie," he mumbled softly into her thigh.

"Good. Now, this time I want you to picture..."

"Wait!" He almost sobbed. "Please not again, Miss Jamie. I... I'm begging you"

"Aww." She smiled, looking playfully exasperated. "But I have to punish you, you know that. Hmm." She tapped a finger to her lips and looked up, as if debating something in her mind. "Tell you what. You decide. More breath-control, or should I just scissor you?"

He hesitated. Squeezing him between her thighs seemed to be Jamie's specialty. Her legs were ridiculously strong, and when she wrapped them around his neck, the crushing pressure was excruciating. But he could at least draw struggling breaths when she did that to him. Having his breath taken away entirely was too unbearable.

"S... scissor," he replied quietly after a few seconds.

Her eyebrows went up. "Interesting. Okay, John, we can do that. But if you're going to ask me for favors, you had better learn to do it properly." She smiled expectantly.

"Miss Jamie," he whispered. "Will you please scissor me?"

"Hmm, what a good boy," she cooed, starting to shift her position. "Begging for punishment already. That's what I like to hear." Keeping her crotch on his neck, she extended her legs out on either side of his head. She pulled him up by fistful of his hair, and closed her legs around him, crossing her ankles and grinning down at him as the pressure began to increase. He tried to brace himself for what he knew was coming. However, at that moment, the front door opened, and Jen walked in. She paused in the doorway and took in the sight: John on his back with his hands beneath him, and his head helplessly enclosed between Jamie's bare thighs. They both looked up at her for a couple of seconds, in silence.

"Wow, Jamie," Jen said. "Really getting down to business."

Jamie sighed. "I had to punish him, Jen." She looked down at John. "Tell her what you did."

John felt his face burn, and it wasn't because of the slight pressure of Jamie's thighs around him. "I... I called Miss Jamie a bitch."

Jen looked thoughtful. "You are a bitch, Jamie."

"Yeah, that's what I told him."

"But he can't say that."

"Exactly!"

While the women talked, Jamie held John's head with her thighs just tightly enough to keep it from falling back to the floor.

"Yes, this does call for punishment," Jen said. "You seem to have the situation under control but... can I offer any assistance?"

"Well, I was just about to give our boy here a good squeeze," Jamie smirked. "In fact, he asked me to do it. But maybe you should do it, Jen. I love watching."

"Yes, let's do that," Jen said softly. "Let me just change into something more comfortable." Jen walked out of the room and Jamie released John's head from her legs, moving back down his body to straddle his waist.

"Now you're in for it, Johnny," she said gloatingly. "We all know what happened last time Jen scissored you."

John said nothing, thinking about night before. Jen had gotten a vicious hold around his neck, and did not release him even though he had tapped and pleaded with her. Eventually he was squeezed unconscious.

When Jen returned, she only wore underwear like Jamie, and a tight crop top shirt. She sat behind him and pulled his head into her lap. His head and neck were once again enveloped in the soft flesh of female thighs. Compared to Jamie, Jen's skin was a little cooler, and the difference in temperature almost felt nice for a moment. Then, Jen tucked one of her feet underneath her other knee so that her calf pressed against the front of his neck. She flexed, and the hard muscles of her quads and calf began to close in around him. "Did you say that he asked for this?"

"Oh, yes," Jamie giggled. "Begged for it. Naughty boy, enjoying his punishment."

Jen's thighs tightened. "You know, it's not really a punishment if he likes it. Do you like this, John?"

"No... please," he choked, but then Jen squeezed even harder, and he couldn't say anything else.

"Don't lie, John," Jamie scolded. "He likes it. Here, let me show you." Jamie slid further down so that she was sitting on his legs and moved her hands to his waistband. She paused for a moment and looked up at Jen, almost apprehensively.

"It's okay, Jamie," Jen said with a reassuring smile.

Jamie grinned and unzipped John's pants. She reached in and rubbed her hand and over his boxer briefs, massaging him, grabbing handfuls of what she felt there. "C'mon, John," she said softly. "It's okay. Show us that you like it."

Jen loosened her grip, holding his head with her legs firmly but not crushing, and began to caress him, smoothing his hair and stroking her hand over his cheeks and eyes.

"There it is," Jamie whispered. John was beginning to stiffen. "I knew it." She pulled him out through the opening in his underwear and began to stroke up and down his shaft, running her fingers lightly over the tip of his cock. Soon he developed throbbing erection.

"John, you are rock hard," Jen remarked. "And for my own sister. What do you have to say for yourself?"

"No... Jen, I'm sorry... I can't help it!"

It was true. The two women had total control over his body. Despite the pain and fear they inflicted upon him together, they could make him instantly aroused with just a few light touches.

"Shut up." Jen squeezed him tighter and placed her hand over his mouth. "I always knew you wanted to fuck Jamie. Well, now you're going to get it. Go ahead, Jamie."

For a brief second, Jamie appeared slightly nervous. "You want me to..."

"Yes," Jen said firmly. "Go on."

Jamie stood up and slid out of her underwear. Then she lowered herself back down slowly, until she was hovering right over John's erection, and he could feel her warmth. "Do you want this, John?" she breathed.

Jen held his head tightly in her thighs but removed her hand from his mouth so he could speak.

John hesitated, feeling trapped by the question. Would Jamie be mad if he said no? Would Jen punish him if he said yes? He felt damned either way, but somehow it felt like a bad idea to try to lie to them in this position.

"Yes."

Jamie brought herself closer, just a hair's distance away. He could almost feel her now, and his cock strained, wanting to be inside her. "Yes, what?"

"Yes, Miss Jamie. I... I want it."

"Yeah. That's right." She brought her pussy to his cock but didn't put it inside. Instead, she pressed his cock down so that it was flat against his stomach, held down underneath her crotch while she moved back and forth on him, massaging it.

"That's not enough," Jen said from above him, and all the while she was tightening her thighs around his neck, choking him again. "You want Jamie to fuck you, you need to beg for it."

"Please," he gasped, but it was getting harder to speak with Jen's calf crushing into his throat.

"Please, what?" Jamie moaned. She was breathing heavy, pushing herself onto him more insistently. "Say it, John."

"Please fuck me!" he rasped. "Miss Jamie... fuck me, just do it!"

"Dirty boy." Jen smiled softly.

Jamie put him in as deep as he would go and started to move her hips back and forth. "Oh God," she almost whimpered. "Oh God, Jen, his cock feels good."

"Yeah," Jen laughed. "Why do you think I've kept him around?"

"Oh God," Jamie said again. "Jen. You know what I'd like?"

"What's that, Jame?"

"How about you knock his ass out while I'm fucking him?"

"Ooh. That's twisted. Alright, here we go." Jen cranked up the pressure, and John groaned, turning deep red.

"No, wait, wait!" Jamie was breathing hard now. "Hang on a sec, Jen, I... I'm not ready."

"Ohhh." Jen's tone was understanding as she somewhat released the pressure on John. "Okay, Jamie, just tell me when."

"Mmm, yeah," Jamie panted. She looked into John's red face, wrapped up in Jen's legs, and her expression was gleefully malicious. "Did you hear that, Johnny? Jen is gonna put your ass to sleep while I'm fucking you. You like that?" She started to bounce, pressing her hips forward onto him, and his whole body began to move under her motions, pushing into Jen behind him.

"Jen..." John croaked. "Don't..."

But Jen only squeezed him tighter.

Jamie was moaning loader, and she ripped off the tank top she was wearing. Her tits bounced up and down, round and perky. She slapped her hands down on his chest, finding his nipples through his shirt and squeezing them. Her noises were increasing in their intensity, and after a couple minutes she sounded almost out of control, desperate.

"I'm getting there now," she gasped. "Yeah... okay, Jen, do it, do it!"

Jen savagely constricted his head, her hips lifting upward. A strangled gurgle escaped his lips that he had no control over, but Jen placed her hand over his mouth again.

"Shut up," she commanded. "Look at her."

John watched Jamie on top of him, her naked body gleaming as she moved up and down. He was fading from consciousness quickly under the ruthless grip that Jen's legs had on him. The last thing he remembered were the sounds of Jamie's wild screams, her face uplifted in ecstasy.

He came to groggily, hearing the indistinct sounds of the women chatting. Their words slowly came into focus.

"The whole 'Miss Jamie' thing was a nice touch." Jen sounded amused.

"Thanks! Yeah, it kind of just came to me in the moment."

"Very nice."

"Maybe you should be Miss Jen? Or, wait... Domina?"

"Hmm. No, I don't really need a title."

"Well, I'm keeping mine."

"Of course, Miss Jamie."

The two women devolved into giggles.

"Ooh, look, he's awake."

He felt their focus turn to him again, and a hand came to his cheek lightly. Jen was kneeling behind his head, looking down at him. "There he is," she spoke gently to him. "Do you see John? Do you see now, baby? This doesn't have to be all bad. Me and Jamie, we're gonna take good care of you. Wasn't that nice, what Jamie did?"

"Yes," he muttered. "But..."

Jen raised her eyebrows. "But?"

"I... I didn't..." He couldn't believe himself for what he was trying to express. It should have been the least of his worries, after all they had done to him. But he didn't have any dignity anymore. It didn't matter.

"Ohhh." Jen smiled widely and her eyes gleamed, she looked almost delighted. "Did you hear that, Jamie? Our poor boy here is upset because he didn't get to come. Is that it, baby?"

He looked away. He felt ashamed, pathetic. "Yes."

"Well, I suppose we can rectify that, what do you think, Jame?"

Jamie was sitting on the floor near John's waist. She grinned wickedly. "Yeah, I think so."

She pulled John's pants completely off, and then his underwear. His hands were still tied behind his back, but Jen unbuttoned his shirt and exposed his chest. She kneeled behind him, rubbing her hands softly over his upper body.

Jamie reached over and grabbed something from the coffee table; it was a bottle of lotion. John didn't remember seeing it there before. Then she sat on John's legs and began to touch him. While both of the women caressed him, he became hard again. Jamie pumped the lotion onto her hands, rubbing it all over his shaft and the tip of his cock.

Jen stood up and removed her underwear, then she lowered herself back down and straddled John around his neck, facing Jamie. His chin was tucked in between her ass cheeks as he looked up at her toned back, her posture straight and athletic. She moved her hands over his upper chest, and then with two fingers of each hand, she pressed down on his nipples, rubbing in slow circles. He groaned into her ass.

Jamie used one hand to grip the base of his cock tightly. Her squeeze caused the blood to be pushed up into it almost painfully, the tip bulging with pressure. She applied more lotion, and with her other hand she grabbed the tip of his cock in her fist, twisting back and forth, and all around it. He groaned again. The friction of Jamie's fist was almost too intense to be pleasurable, yet he started to feel an orgasm rising. He squirmed under Jen. She moved her pussy against his neck, and it was slippery there.

Jen lifted her hips and shifted back, settling the weight of her body onto his face, grinding her pussy into him. She stopped rubbing his nipples and instead gripped each one between her thumb and forefinger, pinching hard. "I want your tongue, John," she breathed.

John extended is tongue into her, lapping as best as he could while trying to get a breath of air whenever Jen's motions allowed him to. Jamie continued twisting on his cock, and he came to an orgasm, grunting into Jen's pussy while his cock pumped and spurted, spilling all over Jamie's hands and his stomach. She let it go, and it stood there, still hard, twitching.

Jen, however, was just getting started. She pushed her pussy into his face harder and faster. She continued to pinch his nipples, which was more painful now that his orgasm was over. "Keep going, Jamie," she said.

Jamie obeyed, rubbing John's tip lightly with two fingers. His body jumped, and he twisted, trying to move his cock away from Jamie's hand. After his orgasm, any touch to the tip of his cock felt unbearable. He heard her cruel laugh as Jamie gripped the base of his cock again. She shifted herself further up his body, straddling his upper thighs so that she held him down firmly.

"Sensitive, are we?" Jamie giggled. "But you're not going anywhere, John." She enclosed her fist around John's cock again slowly, letting each finger fall into place sequentially. She was savoring the power she had over him, his helpless cock in her grasp, with nowhere else to go. She began to rub and twist, and he gasped underneath Jen's pussy. The sensation was overpowering, and his whole body writhed. He had to get away, this torment on his cock was too much for him to take. But no matter how desperate his motions became, Jamie kept his cock completely within her control, rubbing and squeezing the tip deliberately, relentlessly. The bonds around his wrists remained tight as he strained against them, and the weight of the two women sitting on top of him held his body to the ground. He was hopelessly trapped. And while Jamie mercilessly rubbed his tortured cock, Jen roughly fucked his face with her pussy.

"Did I tell you to stop, John?" she yelled, and pinched harder on his nipples, twisting. The sensation in his cock was only growing more intense, and Jamie forced it to stay hard by gripping it at the base.

John pressed his tongue into Jen again, licking, even while his whole body jerked and twitched and shivered.

It was Jen's turn to scream. She humped and thrusted onto his face, his mouth, and extended tongue until she reached a powerful orgasm, her thighs quivering. Then she slumped forward, resting her head and hands on John's stomach. He had drops of his own cum on himself. Jen slid her fingers through them lazily.

"There," she panted. "Now we're all happy. Even poor John got to come."

Jamie was watching Jen reverently, appearing somewhat awestruck over what she and Jen had just done. She slowed her motions over John's cock, but she still held on, enjoying the jerky movements of his body any time she decided slide her hand slightly.

"We really fucked him good," she observed, absently giving John's cock another little squeeze. He twitched, and mumbled softly into Jen's dripping pussy.

Jen smiled. "That's what he's here for." She got up, kneeled over John, and planted a kiss on his lips. "John, you're a mess. Get yourself cleaned up. I want dinner ready in an hour."

Jamie let go of his cock and crawled forward, putting her face over his. "Dirty boy," she whispered. She pushed his face to one side and kissed him softly on the cheek. The two women stood up and began to walk away from him.

"Wait..." John moaned.

"Oh right," Jamie laughed. "Almost forgot." She stood over John and used one foot to roll him onto his stomach. She knelt down and untied his wrists before standing back up and following Jen out of the room. He watched the women leave, their firm, bare asses moving in sync as they walked. From behind, they looked almost identical, although Jen was slightly taller, and Jamie was slightly thicker. Their long, straight, black hair swayed as they went out of sight.

John lay there limply for a moment, then gathered himself up and got to his feet. He trudged up the stairs, into his bathroom, and turned on the shower. Jen was right. He was a complete mess.

The next day began for John so similarly to the morning before that it felt like Deja Vu. He woke up alone in the bed, feeling like all of the recent events in his life were surreal. He got up, noting the various pains and marks on his body. He got dressed and made his way downstairs. He sat across from Jen and Jamie at the kitchen table and was supplied with coffee. He had nothing to say to them, and for a while, they didn't speak either. Then Jen cleared her throat.

"Dear, today I want you to clean off all of the picture frames in the living room. They're getting dusty."

"Yes, dear."

"Jamie, make sure it gets done properly." Jen stood up, preparing to leave.

"Got it. Go kick some ass today, Jen."

"You too, Jame"

Jamie grinned at John. "We'll see."

Both women left the kitchen, and Jamie gave John a playful pat on his cheek as she passed him.

John cleaned the kitchen, took out the trash, cleaned the upstairs bathroom, and generally did any chores he could think of that didn't involve being in the living room, because that was where he knew Jamie was. But eventually there was not much else to do besides the specific task that Jen had requested of him. He grabbed a duster and reluctantly walked over.

Jamie was sprawled on the couch, her head propped up on one hand. She didn't appear to have done much throughout the day. There were a few empty dishes and mugs on the coffee table, along with the bottle of lotion from the night before. She kept her eyes on John, wearing her bratty little smile as he began to dust.

"What a good little cleaner you are," she taunted after a few minutes.

Feeling irritable, he said nothing.

"I know," she quipped. "How about we get you a little outfit to wear? Would you like that?"

He continued dusting.

"Answer me."

"Yes, Miss Jamie."

Jamie looked briefly sour. She was trying to get a rise out of him, and it wasn't working.

"Actually, you know what?" Her tone was less playful now. "Go get changed. I want you in the smallest shorts you have, and nothing else."

He set the duster down and walked out of the room.

Up in the bedroom, John had taken off his shirt and pants when he heard the door open. He didn't turn, but he heard Jamie approaching him from behind. He felt two soft hands touch his back, then travel up to his shoulders. She squeezed the tendons near the base of his neck between her fingers and palms, massaging him.

"Why so tense, John?" she asked softly. "Don't you like doing chores for Jen? Don't you want to make her happy?"

"Yes, Miss Jamie."

"Say it."

"I want to make Jen happy."

She ran her hands over the front of him, down his chest, pausing at his nipples and squeezing them lightly. They were sore from the night before.

"That's good," she said. "Because that's what you're here for. To please Jen." She pulsed her fingers on his nipples tighter, moving her thumb and index fingers back and forth over them. "And to please me."

He sighed. He was afraid of Jamie, but right at that moment he was running out of patience. "Miss Jamie, do you want me to finish dusting or not?"

"That's it," she said. Her voice became louder, more business-like, and he knew he had crossed the line. "I don't like your attitude. It's time for your next lesson. Get on the bed."

He got on the bed, and Jamie was right behind him. She came up to him and wrapped her legs around his middle, squeezing him and simultaneously pulling him down so that he lay on his back and she on her side, one of her legs under him and one over. Her powerful thighs began to constrict him like a python, and he exhaled sharply. She wrapped her arms around his head and pulled him to her, pressing his face against her firm breasts and holding it there almost tenderly while her legs crushed him. He felt like his middle was going to cave in.

"I could crack a rib like this, you know," she whispered. She pressed her hips into him, gyrating. "You think I'm a monster, don't you? But you have no idea how careful I have to be with you. If I give you too much, you'll break." She let go of his head and pulled off her shirt, and he was faced with her bare chest. "Suck."

He licked and suckled on her nipples as her thighs pulsed painfully on him. Jamie was beginning to breathe hard, rocking her hips, and a low moan escaped her lips. She reached down to handle John roughly over his underwear. "Aren't you happy I don't break you?" she said in a higher pitched voice. "What do you say, John?"

"Thank you, Miss Jamie," he mumbled into her tits. He was hard now, and she reached into his underwear to hold on to his shaft tightly. She pressed her crotch to him more insistently, and while the grip of her thighs seemed to loosen, she pulled his head against her chest firmly. He continued to suck on her. Without warning, she rolled on to her back, bringing John with her. She opened up her legs, and he lay between them, on top of her.

"Fuck me."

He lifted his face to look directly into her eyes. "You want..."

"Do it!" she almost shrieked. "Right the fuck now, do what I tell you!"

He got on his knees in front of her, pulling off her spandex shorts and his own underwear. Jamie yelled when he entered her and immediately began grinding her hips below him. He started to thrust into her, gently at first. He wrapped his arm around her head and buried his face in the crook of her neck, breathing into her. He found her other hand, and held it above her head, lacing his fingers through hers. She returned his grip tightly. He started to work on her passionately. He fucked her like he was in love with her, pressing as much of his skin to hers as possible, kissing and biting her neck softly, holding her hand tightly. He held her the kind of strong embrace that he knew made a woman feel safe but not overpowered.

He felt his own orgasm coming, but controlled it, feeling and listening to Jamie's body carefully. As Jamie's moans of pleasure increased in intensity, he fucked her harder. She seemed to be reaching a crescendo, but still he held himself back, he had to be sure. When her moans began to sound more like a wild animal, so loud that it almost hurt his ears, he gave her everything he had, thrusting with all of his strength until he came, and so did she.

They lay for a while, comfortable, bodies entwined. But then Jamie squirmed beneath him and removed her hand from his. "Get off," she murmured.

He rolled off her and lay on his side, his body still pressed against hers. Jamie seemed uncomfortable now and appeared to be thinking hard.

"Goddammit," she muttered softly, more to herself than to him.

"Miss Jamie..."

"Oh, just stop it," she snapped. "Don't call me that, it's stupid."

"Alright."

Suddenly, her face was livid. She got up and shoved him forcefully onto his back. She leaned over him, pressing one hand down near his neck and putting her face close to his.

"Listen," she hissed. "Listen to me, you son of a bitch. If Jen hears one goddamn word about this, you're going to be sorry. You think I've hurt you before? You have no idea the kinds of things I could do to you."

It wasn't a bluff. Jamie looked furious and dangerous. She was strong, she knew how to fight, and she was smart. If she wanted to, Jamie could make him suffer like he never had before. But there was something else, he could see it under the surface of her fierce demeanor. Jamie was afraid.

"I won't say anything."

She glared down at him, and then, without another word, she got off the bed. Leaving the room, she paused in the doorway for a moment, but didn't turn.

"You don't know her like I do," she said softly. Then she was gone.

John lay there for a while, thinking. Something had changed. He could see it now, a tiny crack in the otherwise impenetrable force that was Jen and Jamie. They had presented him with a unified front, and together they had destroyed him, together they were undefeatable. The women were powerful, they were intelligent and manipulative beyond his capabilities, he knew that now. But in his own way, John was shrewd too. If a rift developed between them... he sensed that he could use that to his advantage. He would have to be extremely careful, and subtle. It would take time. But now, he could see the beginning of a path forward.

He smiled to himself as he remembered that he had the perfect shorts to put on for Jamie. He had never liked to wear them because they were a little too tight and came halfway up his thighs. He climbed out of the bed and went into the closet to find them.