Jenney's Asshole Ch. 02

Episode 2: "Freakybutt!"

by Phantasy_Star © 2012

"God damn, girl. Hold still, will ya?" Nicole grunted through sneering, pierced lips. "Don't be such a friggin' baby. It's just a tattoo."

She squinted exactingly as she repositioned the needle, and then resumed tracing the stencil on her roommate's forearm.

Her plump bottom tensed under her shorts as she squirmed in her seat. She squeamishly watched the ink seep into her pale flesh. The pinpricks trailing down her forearm were tolerable, but every so often she couldn't help but wince or jerk a little.

"I'm sorry," Jenney responded weakly over the din of hardcore blaring out of the stereo. It was moments like these that she had difficulty curbing her impulse to apologize.

"You sure say sorry a lot," Nicole said with a probing smirk.

"Sorry. Uh, I try not to. It just slips out sometimes," Jenney said, averting her gaze.

"Mm kay. Whatever," Nicole concluded, tapping the needle a few times before wiping an antiseptic cloth over Jenney's nascent body art. "Looks like we're done. Take a look."

Jenney stood up, fixing her dense specs over her cupie-doll nose, and then looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. Her eyes suddenly widened. Immediately she fell in love with the intricately rendered sci-fi wires and microchip designs running down her arm.

"Oh my God, it's awesome, Nicole!" she shouted, her face aglow.

"No prob," her roommate said as she walked over to the sink and washed her hands. "Looks pretty good on you. Perfect for a nerd, huh? I'll just make sure to give you a few shots of whiskey next time so you're not so jumpy."

"Haha, maybe," Jenney replied distractedly, still smilingly admiring the patterns flowing across her reddened skin.

Nicole handed her some sanitary napkins and mercifully turned the stereo down to a less abrasive volume. Jenney looked down at her friend, admiring her lithe body as she crouched over her backpack, placing her equipment away.

Bear in mind, Nicole was not a typical teen beauty. Although her skin was quite clear and even-toned, it was also a sallow, bloodless complexion. Further, her teeth were slightly crooked; her clothing was crumpled and drab; Her nose hook-shaped; a labret piercing ran through her prominent underbite; her unkempt eyebrows were similarly adorned with metal studs; her eyes dull and prematurely sunken.

Yet somehow, the sum of these parts—the full picture, complete with her defiant attitude—remained an alluring one, at least in Jenney's arguably distorted perception.

Jenney's eyes suddenly fixated on a detail she hadn't noticed before. The tattoo on Nicole's lower back, exposed through the small smooth space between her black sleeveless and her shorts. She found it surprising.

"Um. Does that say what I think it says?" Jenney asked, trying not to sound too interested. She looked at it again. In plain typewriter-styled letters it read, "PROPERTY OF".

"What? Oh, yeah. I got that so that when one day when I find out who I belong to, I can have their name placed at the end," Nicole said matter-of-factly as she stood up straight, placing her hands on her hips.

"Oh, wow," Jenney said, flashing back to the feeling of being "owned" and anally trained over Summer vacation by that mysterious dark goddess at the gym.

Part of her wanted to brag about that wild experience. Perhaps it would impress her tough and seemingly unshockable new college friend. But she didn't know her well enough yet, and couldn't risk the awkwardness if her story fell flat. So she merely chuckled with affected naiveté, and added, "that's interesting."

"Think so?" Nicole said, turning on the elevated heels of her steel-toed boots and walking over to the window to light a cigarette.

"Kinda," Jenney said, feeling another sting shoot through her arm. "I mean, that's pretty cool, knowing what you want, right?"

"Mm. We'll see. It'll only be cool if I find someone cool enough to make it cool," Nicole said, blowing a puff of smoke out of the window. She ran her fingers through her thick bird's nest of short black hair, feeling the shaved sides of her head.

"So, what about you?"

"Me?" Jenney said, pausing in her seat tensely.

"Yeah, you. I noticed something got mixed up in my laundry and I figured it was yours," Nicole said, turning her head in profile to look at Jenney with her mischievous brown eyes.

Jenney's heart skipped a beat. "Uhh, what do you mean?"

In a dorm room that small, laundry mixups were both common and informative. For instance, Nicole's pert breasts, taken at face value, appeared a size larger than the rest of her slight figure would suggest—and this effect, Jenney soon discovered, was mostly attributable to heavily-padded push up bras.

But there was little shame such a normal detail. By contrast, The prying tone of Nicole's smoke-rasped voice indicated to Jenney that she'd found something abnormal. "This yours?" she asked, her smirk returning as she walked over to her laundry bag. Rifling through it, she retrieved a familiar sight.

The harness.

Jenney's face went rose-red.

Wrought of thick constricting leather and adjustable metal bands, Its design was devilishly concise. The elaborate and rigid weavings that bound it curved in such a way that one could wear it under loose-fitting clothing without drawing attention.

If that were all there was to it, Jenney might try to explain it away as a curiosity. However, the large black butt plug saddled on the interior of the device was its most incriminating aspect, as well as its literal centerpiece.

She swiftly felt a combined rush of embarrassment and irritation as she saw how vividly her roommate was deriving enjoyment from unearthing this dirty little secret. At first she attempted to shrug it off. "Oh, whoa Nicole, what is that anyway? Haha! That looks really weird, where'd you find that?"

Taking a step closer, Nicole's voice suddenly became hushed. "On the floor. In front of your bed."

Grinning a devious grin, she waved the dark heavy harness in her hand. "It's pretty heavy duty, Jenney. A lock? Kinda medieval," she said with perverse amusement as she noticed the latch and keyhole in the front.

Her mocking tone grated on Jenney, and she felt frustration mount. "Okay okay, it's nothing special. Just give it back, please," she replied, trying her best to sound assertive as she trembled. Nicole simply dangled the harness teasingly, looking at it again curiously, then stifling explosive laughter as she took a second look at the thick plug sitting in the middle of it.

"Make me," she whispered.

"What?!" Jenney squeaked, feeling helpless. "Please, Nicole, can you just give it back? It's not your business, okay?"

"Make me," Nicole said quietly again, staring Jenney dead in the eyes.

"Give it back!" Jenney yelled, clumsily lunging towards her with her hands outstretched. Nicole effortlessly ducked under her flailing arms and shoved her to the floor with a startling amount of force. She landed on her hands and knees with a painful thud. Jenney recognized in this moment that this girl was tougher than her, despite being smaller.

"Well, at least you got some spunk. You totally left yourself open though, Jenney. I could have knocked your lights out right there, but thankfully you're too cute for me to do that," Nicole said as she walked over Jenney, her boots resting on either side of the girl's heaving, flushed chest.

Jenney looked up at her, defeated. "Please, Nicole. Please just give it back, and don't tell anyone," she begged, her glasses magnifying the tears beginning to form in her hazel eyes.

"Ew, gross. I can tell you've been using it, too. It smells like ass," Nicole said, sniffing the air dramatically as she ignored her pleas. Slinging the belt over her shoulder, she looked down at her roomie and snickered brattishly. "So...Jenney," she said with something wild glimmering in her eye,

"Ya like big black things up your butt, huh?"

The girl paused on the floor, speechless and ashamed, feeling as if all the air had been sucked out of her lungs.

"Well anyway, you won't get it back until I see you with it on," Nicole asserted, tapping her heavy boots on the carpeted floor next to Jenney. The helpless girl felt the residual sting her new tattoo swell on her forearm again, seeming to almost react to this dreadful new scenario.

"Oh my God, Nicole!" Jenney let out. "I really, I can't do that! I, it's not, uh, it's not what you think it is," she stammered as her toes scrunched inside of her red Converse. She tried shutting her eyes, hoping this was all a bad dream, but the voice above her persisted.

"Whatever, it's your choice. You either put it on, or it's mine. I dunno what I'd do with it, maybe I can sell it online. Actually, I bet there are some fetish pervs out there who'd love to buy this thing, especially if I told 'em a teenage girl used to own it," she said, walking a few inches towards the door.

There was no way she could allow her harness to be taken away this easily. She had grown so attached to it over the past few months, both mentally and physically. It would be the ultimate disrespect to Ms. Adara to let it slip away at the hands of this nosy brat! she thought to herself guiltily.

"Wait, no!" Jenney cried out, turning over on her stomach, making sure to avoid touching her tender arm to the floor. "Wait..."

Nicole turned, placing a hand on her thin hips and looking back at the groveling girl on her floor.

"I...I'll do it."

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Jitters seized her as she stood alone in the bathroom. Her jeans and underwear down around her ankles, her sex was already oozing its thick dew to her own chagrin. One thing she was quickly realizing about herself was that in some subtle way, she clearly sent out signals that attracted these kinds of people to her. The tingle deep in her crotch confirmed that there was little she could do to avoid it.

"Don't come in, okay?" she pleaded through the flimsy wooden bathroom door. There was a taped-up hole where a doorknob used to be. The dorm facilities and maintenance were, to say the least, bare-bones.

"Uh huh, whatever. I just want to see you wear it. It's not like I have the hots for you or anything," she heard mutedly.

She bent forward slightly. Whimpering, her slippery little index finger pressed up against her young sphincter. With hesitant twiddles, she began to smear the lube around her rim, and then spiraled her digit upwards, slipping past her taut anal ring. She gritted her teeth.

Feeling resistance, she grunted and pushed harder, finally sliding it all the way up into her warm rectum. Nicole merely stood by the windowsill, gaze averted. She seemed more interested in smoking and passively watching the ant-farm traffic of college students moving across the lawn.

For a moment, the new intrusion of her finger made Jenney feel like she needed to shit. It was a familiar consequence to her by now, but this particular situation made her feel especially vulnerable. "Almost done...please don't come in," she repeated again nervously.

"Yeah. Whatever," was all she faintly heard in response.

Her rear hole properly lubricated, she slipped her harness up around her legs and up to her hips and tightened the straps, huffing as the macochistically wide plug parted her fat butt cheeks. Another tug at the straps and her anus caved inward painfully, stretching to a size far exceeding that of her own wide open mouth.

Finally, Jenney emerged from the bathroom. Her cotton tee shirt clung to her cello-shaped frame, rising just enough to reveal her deep, doughy navel. Beneath it lay the bounds of the object in question: the harness, neatly and tightly affixed to her hips. The look on Nicole's face revealed more than she'd probably intended; something visibly ravenous began to simmer beneath her eyes as she stared at it.

Despite its sturdiness, its design was quite minimal and revealing. With the straps pulled tight, Jenney's bare thighs were clearly visible, wide and creamy white, and freckled with just the smallest amount of auburn hair at their convergence. The plug-secured thong closely flossed the sweaty inner arch of her huge buttocks, running down in a straight line to rendezvous with the small slitted patch covering her thick labia.

"Well I wasn't expecting that," Nicole said with a smirk as her eyes widened dramatically.

"What do you mean?" Jenney replied, clamping her little teeth in rectal discomfort. Unable to relax, she felt the plug widen her asshole as it slid more deeply up her hot, greasy crevice. It felt much bigger in situations like this when her body couldn't relax.

"I just mean I was expecting you to chicken out. But you actually did it. I guess that's impressive," Nicole said, feigning casual as she took another drag from her cigarette. "Well, well. You're a freaky lil' girly, you know that?"

Jenney didn't know how to respond. She wasn't particularly enamored of being thought of as "freaky". Still, she knew the truth. It simple wasn't normal for a girl her age—or any girl, for that matter—to enjoy having her anus habitually stretched as much as she clearly did.

"Y'know, I've also noticed you've got a pretty fat ass, Jenney," Nicole said, crossing her heavily-inked arms and flashing a toothy grin. "It's kind of weird, actually, especially for a white girl. Turn around and let me see it."

"Oh, uh," Jenney started, her short mop of tousled brown hair shagging over her glasses. "Okay," she said as she turned in hesitant agreement. Her head hung low. She hadn't measured her butt since her Summer vacation experience, but it certainly hadn't shrunk any since then.

Compounding the issue was the fact that, as she matured away from her high school self, her long legs seemed to be tapering to her calves at an increasingly severe angle, giving her body a "pear in a cosmopolitan glass" effect. The final stroke was her significantly decreased waistline, thanks to the lasting effect of Ms. Adara's dietary "guidance" and tutelage. None of these recent developments did much to de-emphasize her posterior; rather the opposite.

"Yer a weirdo, you know that?" Nicole said, blowing a sour cloud of smoke in her direction as she eyed her friend's strap-saddled backside. "So what's that feel like, anyway?"

Jenney kept her eyes fixed downwards, anxiously attempting to wrap her stubby toes under the balls of her feet. "Um. I, I dunno," was all she could manage.

"What do you mean you don't know? You're standing right there with a gigantic bung up your bunghole, you friggin' weirdo."

"God, I don't know, it's hard to explain. Nicole, can I please take it off now?" Jenney said, scrunching her feet so tightly now that she was beginning to lose balance.

"Nope. Answer my question, freakybutt. What's it feel like? I mean, you must like taking big dumps too, right? Isn't it, like, kind of the same thing?" she asked as she blew second puff of smoke at the trembling object of her amusement. Jenney coughed, her cheeks burning crimson as she became acutely aware of how foolish she'd been for her indiscretion.

"Uh, oh God. No! No, I really don't like doing that, Nicole. I mean, not in that way," she stammered confusedly, a flashback of the stringent and degrading bathroom regimen she'd once been subjected to darting through her mind. "I mean, it feels a little bit like that at first. But you get used to uh, that toilet feeling, and then it starts to get better—"

"Haha! Ew. Whatever, freakybutt," Nicole said, then sighed, looking satisfied with Jenney's bumbling non-answer. Jenney turned her head.

"Please don't call me that," she implored weakly, attempting to look Nicole in the eyes unsuccessfully before resuming her carpet-gazing.What the hell is wrong with me? she thought to herself as the telltale fluids of arousal again began to seep uncontrollably from her crotch, thick and ripe. It was that same electric flutter she felt when Ms. Adara scrutinized her body months ago.

"Wait. Do you ever wear it to class? Were you wearing it when we first met?!" Nicole persisted in an an gratingly excited manner, hoping to unearth more fodder for her cheap enjoyment.

"No!" Jenney replied. "I only do it when I'm alone, okay?"

"Hmm," Nicole said with a pause. "Not anymore you don't,"

It was then that the girl heard a chiming sound from behind her. "See, freakybutt, I have the key to that lock on your little plug-undies. And from the looks of it, you're stuck in 'em without it."

"Oh my God!" Jenney screamed, suddenly swinging around on her heels to face her room mate. It was her worst fear: the squat silver key to her harness, dangling from her roommate's finger.

She thought to lunge for it, then hesitated, quickly remembering how that ended last time. Defeated, she buried her rosy face in her palms and heaved.

"Nicole, please, I'm begging you, just give it back. It means a lot to me. It's really important. Please, I think I feel sick," she said, your wavering voice finally collapsing into a tremulous sob.

"Damn, you're so sensitive, freakybutt! I don't even wanna know why your lil' plug undies are so important to you. Look, I'll give you the key, but only on one condition."

Bleary-eyed and emotionally drained, Jenney looked up at her giddy torturer and awaited the conditions. She sensed that whatever they were, they wouldn't be a walk in the park.

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Nicole's smile widened as she took a few steps forward, placing Jenney eye-level with the tight black denim triangle of her crotch, and then turned in profile, clearly displaying her relatively flat and inconspicuous bottom.

Jenney had always envied that about her friend's figure; unlike her own, it didn't draw undue attention. Everything was trim and proportionate. She didn't, however, envy her lack of hygiene; at this distance, the girl reeked heavily of cigarette smoke. Jenney tried not to turn up her nose.

The raggedy girl then stepped a few inches past her and sat in her nearby swivel chair. Crossing her legs, her impish face became aglow with the light of her iPhone. "Alright, look. You see this guy?" she, tapping at the tiny screen.

Jenney got up from her bed and walked over to look, seeing the social profile of a student she vaguely recognized from class. The Legal Ethics course with Mrs. Diaz she attended on Fridays, in fact. She merely nodded, her nerves still on edge.

"Anyway, you may not have noticed it because you're a space cadet, but I've caught him and his 'homeboys' checking you out when we leave class. They're not looking at me, just you. Now gee, I wonder what it is they like about you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Jenney said unconvincingly, her brow creasing in offense.

"Admit it."

"Admit what?"

"You like big black cock, right freakybutt?" Nicole said with a wry arch of her lips.

"What?" Jenney replied, taken completely aback. She wasn't sure how to respond.

"You heard me. You like walking around with a big black cork up your ass, it's obviously a substitute for the real thing, isn't it?" Nicole said snippily, cycling through the boy's public photos. "His name is Merv Jordan-Casey. 19 years old. You know him, right?"

"Uh, I don't know him really. I mean, we have an class with him, but—"

"Just admit you like big black cock."

She tensed, the unmoving plug starting to make her anal ring feel sore from this much involuntary flexing. "I uh...Nicole, what are you trying to say?!"

"Look. We talked about the campus patriarchy, right? And how we wanted it to fight it?"

"Yeah, but um—"

"And we both agreed that the campus is overrun by these entitled, bigoted, sexist frat boys, right?"