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Into the Third Dimension	By : GeorgeGlass Category: +M through R > Phineas and Ferb Views: 13802 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 6
- 7
Chapter 7: Escape
Candace stood quietly in the dark closet, wondering if she was going to be there all night. The skin of her neck hurt in a couple of places, and she wondered if Lyle had actually burned her by shocking her so much.
After an uncountable number of minutes, or hours, Candace heard the front door open, and then she heard Lyle speaking angrily to whoever was at the door. Candace almost wept with gratitude when she heard Jeremy reply.
Lyle threw the closet door open, yanked Candace out, and shoved her at Jeremy, who caught her in his arms.
“Take your fucking Intractable and get out,” Lyle spat at Jeremy. “If I ever see her again, she’d better be chained to a fuck rack.”
“Sorry,” Jeremy said, and escorted Candace out the door.
Outside, Candace was surprised to see another girl in the passenger seat of Jeremy’s car—until she realized that the girl was Milly, whose tag Jeremy had picked out of the box at the party.
“Get in the back,” Jeremy said, not looking at Candace.
“Jeremy,” Candace pleaded, “I didn’t-”
“Don’t,” Jeremy interrupted. “Don’t talk right now. I need to think.”
No one in the car spoke until they arrived at the house. Then Jeremy led both girls upstairs.
“Grab your stuff and get ready for bed,” he told Candace. “You’ll sleep in the living room.” Wordlessly, Candace obeyed.
As Candace lay on the sofa, she thought about the fact that this was the first time she had slept alone since that first night after she arrived in this dimension. Even though she had slept by herself almost every night of her life before then, tonight it felt painfully lonely.
***
The next morning, Candace was awakened by the sound of Jeremy’s voice. But he wasn’t talking to her; he was a couple of rooms away, in his father’s den, having a discussion with Mr. Johnson. Candace quietly got up and crept to the den’s closed door to listen.
“You’ve always been too easy on Candace,” Jeremy’s dad was saying. “I warned you again and again, but you wouldn’t listen. Now you finally see the consequences.”
“But that guy Lyle is a jerk, and maybe worse!” Jeremy protested. “I’ll bet anything he hurt Candace somehow and she just reac-”
“Stop it, Jeremy,” his father interrupted. “You’ve been making excuses for that girl practically since the day I gave her to you. None of this would have happened if you had been a more responsible owner. Now go out there and get her ready to go.”
Go? thought Candace. Go where?
Candace bolted back to the living room and lay back down on the sofa. A moment later, Jeremy came into the room, looking every bit as upset and exhausted as Candace felt. When he saw that she was awake, he came over and spoke to her.
“Candace, what you did last night was unacceptable,” Jeremy said, even though the words didn’t sound like ones he would choose. “I’m sorry, but…I have to send you away.”
The last thing Candace wanted right now was to be separated from Jeremy. But she also hated the idea that Jeremy now thought badly of her.
“I’m sorry for what I did,’’ she said in a rush. “I’ll- I’ll apologize to Lyle. I’ll, I’ll do anything he wants. Or I’ll go back to obedience school, for as long as you want. I’ll be such a good girl. Just please give me a chance!”
“It’s not just what you did last night,” Jeremy said mournfully. “I know you lied to Claire about why you were late getting home the other day. You weren’t on the bus; you were behind the Fletcher house. I don’t know what you were doing, but I’m guessing you were watching your siressons for some reason. Or maybe you were just looking at your old home. Either way, you shouldn’t do that, and you know it.”
Candace wondered how Jeremy could possibly know where she’d been. Then it hit her.
He can track me, she thought. Maybe with my phone? No, it’s too easy to ditch a phone. He can track me through my collar.
How had she not known, or even guessed, that this was possible? Hadn’t she seen enough of this world to know that the only privacy girls had was what men chose to let them have?
“I’m sorry, Candace,” Jeremy went on, “but it’s obvious now that you need more than just training. I have to send you for reconditioning.”
Candace had heard about reconditioning at obedience school, and Stacy had mentioned it recently, too. But no one had ever told her any specifics.
“Wha- What is reconditioning?” she asked.
“You know what reconditioning is,” Jeremy replied, “Now go pack your things; your pickup is in ten minutes.”
***
Packing didn’t take long, as Candace was only allowed to take a toiletry bag. She couldn’t even bring any clothes. Maybe the reconditioning center had a required uniform or something.
She hadn’t expected being taken away to be pleasant, but she hadn’t expected the unpleasantness to begin the moment the two “collectors” from the reconditioning facility arrived. Each wore a green uniform with “ReGirl Corp” stitched in yellow on the jacket.
Candace remembered how the Maid model from the very first video she’d watched at obedience school had been taken away at the end of the “bad” scenario. Now, Candace realized that she was living that very same scenario.
“This the girl?” one of the collectors, whose dirty-blonde hair was in a severe crewcut, asked Jeremy.
“Yes,” Jeremy replied.
“We’ll need her fob,” said the other collector, a biggish Asian man with spiky hair.
Jeremy took Candace’s remote off his keychain and handed it to the man, whom Candace mentally named “Spike.” He hit a couple of its buttons, and the tag ring on her collar unlocked. “Crewcut” then removed Candace’s tag and replaced it with a new one he took out of a pouch on his belt. Candace caught a glimpse of herself in the hallway mirror and was horrified to see that the tag bore a capital letter I.
This is really happening, she thought. The worst thing that can happen to a girl in this dimension is happening to me.
“No,” Candace said, her voice almost a whisper. “Please, I’m not…I’m not an Intractable.”
“Candace,” Jeremy said, clearly trying not to show how upset he was, “I’m sorry, but technically, you are.” Then, as the two collectors flanked her and walked her out the door, he said, “I’ll see you when you’re better.”
The two men took her outside and ushered Candace into the back of a white van. There, they literally picked her up and strapped her to a gurney that was secured to the wall of the van.
“Wh- Why are you strapping me down?” Candace asked, frightened.
“Intractables are troublemakers,” Spike replied gruffly.
“Better not make any trouble for us,” Crewcut added, “or there’s a throat-gag that goes with these straps. You wouldn’t want that long, pretty neck of yours to get bruised.”
Candace was not anxious to find out what a throat-gag was, so she remained quiet while the men finished chaining her to the gurney. Then Spike got out of the van and walked around to the front. A moment later, the van started up and pulled out of the driveway.
“You know, Red,” Crewcut said as the van turned off of Jeremy’s street, “I’ve fucked a lot of girls in the back of this van. One of the perks of the job.”
Oh, God, Candace thought, her eyes growing large.
“But your owner actually wants you back after you’re reconditioned,” the man continued. “Which means you still belong to him.”
The man snorted. “You’re not my type, anyway. Too skinny, and no tits worth talking about,” he added, running a hand cursorily over Candace’s chest.
Candace felt a chill go through her body. Ever since she came to this world, she had been treated like property, but like human property—even by Lyle. This was the first time since she’d come to the Third Dimension that someone had acted like she was just a thing, with no humanity at all.
It took about half an hour to get where they were going. Candace couldn’t see much out of the van’s small rear windows, but she guessed that they were now on the opposite side of the Tri-State Area from Danville.
The van backed up to a loading dock, and the two collectors rolled Candace out of the van and through a pair of double doors into a large building. They went down a short, blue-painted hallway to a sort of guard station, where they were buzzed through another pair of doors.
As soon as they were through the doors and in another short hallway—this one all white—Crewcut took out a pair of scissors. Candace was momentarily terrified, and her fear was only slightly abated when the man started cutting Candace’s crop top and not her hair. Or fingers.
Trying to keep her fear in check, Candace asked, “W- Why are you cutting off my clothes?”
“ReGirl is an MNZ,” Crewcut replied.
“Every reco facility is,” Spike added, tossing the shreds of Candace’s clothing into a nearby trash can.
Once Candace was naked, the men wheeled her down the short hallway and through another, larger door. Only when those doors closed behind them did the collectors unstrap Candace from the gurney and let her stand up.
When Candace looked around the huge indoor space to which she’d been brought, it was immediately obvious that this place was nothing like the Obedience Academy. In fact, it looked much less like a school than like a prison, complete with gray concrete and steel bars. The only thing lacking was a uniform: Like Candace, all of the girls she saw locked in cells or walking quickly and quietly across the concrete floor were naked. It randomly occurred to Candace how short many of them looked without stilettos or stripper heels. They all still wore collars, though, every one of which had an “I” tag like Candace’s.
A man approached who wore essentially the same outfit as the two collectors, but in blue instead of green. He had a tablet that he held like a clipboard.
“What have we got here?” the man asked.
“This one,” Crewcut replied, “attacked the guy she was traded to at a tag party.”
Spike added, “The owner called her ‘sexually uncooperative.’ I guess that’s the new politically correct term for ‘Intractable.’”
“Softies like him are why we have such a big ‘I’ problem,” Crewcut said.
“That ‘I problem’ is why we have jobs,” the man in blue replied. “Give me her fob.”
Crewcut handed it over. The man in blue plugged the fob into a port on his tablet.
“I’m putting your control data into the system,” he explained to Candace. “That means that anyone watching through the cameras can operate and track your collar. We’ll know where you are at all times.”
Candace didn’t find this surprising—her hidden overseers at the Obedience Academy had been in control of her collar, too. But she shuddered at the thought of someone like Crewcut being able to shock her at will.
“The rules here are simple,” the man in blue continued. “If you don’t do everything you’re told, as soon as you’re told, you get shocked. If you speak without permission, you get shocked. If you try to communicate with the other girls in any way, you get shocked. And if you try to run away, you get shocked—a lot. Understand?”
Mindful of what the tech had just said about speaking without permission, Candace simply nodded.
“You learn fast,” the man said. “That’s good. Might make reconditioning easier for you. Or it might not. I don’t know the tech stuff.”
“Now, you’ll be in-” he looked at his tablet “-cell 219.” He pointed at a metal staircase that led up to the second level and went on, “That’s the quickest way up. If you’re not in your cell in five minutes, you’ll get shocked. Now get going.”
Crewcut leered at Candace and said, “Have fun, Red.”
As Candace fast-walked toward the stairs, she remembered something a teacher had once told her: that when you’re taking a test and you’re not sure of the right answer, your first guess is most likely to be the correct one. Now, Candace remembered all the misgivings she’d had initially, about living in a world where girls were nothing more than property, and she realized that all her worries had been justified. She had let her love for Jeremy—and, if she was honest with herself, her obsession with him—blind her to the fact that the Third Dimension was not a paradise, but a dystopia that rivaled anything in the young adult novels she sometimes read. She had been living in a gilded cage for the past two months, but it was still a cage. And now the gilding had been stripped away, and the cold, rigid steel beneath was laid bare.
That last thought turned out to be rather literal. The six-by-eight-foot cells looked just like prison cells, with a door and wall of steel bars facing the steel-grate walkway that ringed the second level. Each cell had a sink and a toilet. The only differences between these cells and the ones Candace had seen in movies were that each cell had a TV screen on the back wall, and instead of bunk beds, there was a single cot.
I guess they really don’t want the girls talking to each other, Candace thought.
As Candace walked down the catwalk, she noticed the girls in their cells stealing glances at her, clearly trying to get a look at their new neighbor without making eye contact. But once Candace found and entered her cell and the door automatically slid shut with a clang, the concrete side walls blocked her view of the adjacent cells.
For about ten minutes, Candace simply sat on her cot, trying to take this all in. Then the small screen on the wall lit up with text.
EXERCISE
ROOM 196
The door of Candace’s cell slid open, as did the doors of all the other cells on the floor. Girls quietly flooded out onto the catwalk and headed down the metal stairs. Candace tried to merge into the group, but each time she took a step out of her cell, one girl or another wordlessly shoved her back through the doorway.
I guess this is how they haze the new girl, Candace thought.
Only when the whole group had passed was Candace able to emerge from her cell and follow the stream of naked female bodies down the stairs. Once the girls’ bare feet hit the concrete of the first floor, they turned down a wide hallway and then took a right through some metal double doors that reminded Candace of the gym doors at her school.
This comparison seemed especially apt when Candace entered the huge room beyond the doors and saw that the floor was completely padded with red mats. Crisscrossing white lines divided the floor into squares.
Each girl quickly moved to the middle of a square. Because she was among the last to enter, Candace had to take a square in the back corner of the room, from which it was a bit difficult to see the large screen at the front.
The metal doors closed, and the screen lit up, showing a nude woman whose collar bore an Apple tag. Her blue eyes seemed oddly vacant, and Candace realized that she was not a real girl but a computer-generated image.
“Your body does not belong to you,” the sim-girl said. “Your body is the property of your present or future owner. You must serve him by keeping your body beautiful.”
Candace heard a few random soft groans, probably from girls who had heard this spiel many times before. Then the girl on the screen directed everyone to do situps, pushups, and other exercises on the floor. Candace was a little surprised that there was no one supervising this session, until she saw one girl do a half-hearted rep during squats and then scream when she received a shock.
That’s why there are no guards here, Candace thought. They do it all by remote.
After the exercise session, the girls all showered in one big, tiled room. At one point, Candace heard a scream and turned to see a girl thrashing in pain while other girls near her backed away.
“No talking,” a disembodied voice said—the same computer-generated female voice from the exercise room.
Candace figured that the girl had hoped the noise of the showers would cover the sound of speech. But the many cameras around the room might have caught her lips moving.
After the water turned off, the girls got into lines and walked through one of several arches that divided up the shower room’s single large entranceway. The arches had powerful blowers that dried each girl in a matter of seconds.
Unlike exercise and showering, meals were not a communal event. Not long after the girls returned to their cells, a box-like robot rolled by Candace’s cell and shoved a tray through a slot in the door.
Let’s see what we’ve got here, Candace thought, fearing to talk even to herself as she looked at the tray.
There was a decent amount of food, but Candace was hard-pressed to name the items on her tray beyond “white stuff,” “green stuff,” and “brown stuff.” It didn’t taste like much, either, but at least it was edible.
Not long after she finished eating and the robot collected her empty tray, her screen lit up and began to show a video titled Overcoming Intractability. Having absolutely nothing else to do, Candace watched it.
The video started out a lot like the first video Candace had seen at obedience school. The main character, a pretty Asian Babygirl named Loni, slacked off on her chores, gave lackadaisical blowjobs, and refused to bend over and take her owner’s cock up the ass when she was told, so she ended up being taken away for reconditioning.
But this time, the story didn’t end there. Instead, Loni was shown in her cell at ReGirl, naked and miserable, an “I” tag hanging from her collar. And then the narrator spoke, in that same damned synthetic female voice that seemed to be the only voice any girl in this place ever heard.
“Loni is Intractable,” the voice said. “But she doesn’t have to stay that way. She can still choose to be better. But if she doesn’t, she will never be happy.”
Loni was instructed by her screen to go to “RECONDITIONING.” But when the door of her cell opened, Loni refused to leave. She received multiple shocks that left her writhing on the floor, but she still wouldn’t go.
“An Intractable girl can’t get better without reconditioning,” the voice said. “And if she doesn’t get better, she will never have a new owner. Her only value will be as a free-use girl.”
The scene suddenly changed to a side view of Loni shackled to a rack, just like the girl in the back yard at the tag party. A man was raping Loni from behind while another face-fucked her brutally. Candace wondered what was keeping Loni from biting him until a closeup showed that Loni no longer had teeth. Candace shuddered.
The video ended, and the screen went dark—only to light up again seconds later. This time, it didn’t show a video, but instructions.
EVALUATION
ROOM 101
The screen also displayed a map of the route from Candace’s cell to the room in question. Candace supposed that evaluation, whatever that was, was not a group thing, so she wouldn’t be able to simply follow the herd.
Her cell door opened. Candace exited and went down the metal stairs. Having only glanced at the map on her screen, she didn’t remember exactly which way to turn when she reached the bottom, so she took a guess and went left—and got shocked, briefly but painfully. She stopped in her tracks for a moment; then, fearing that delay would lead to more shocks, she walked quickly in the opposite direction.
Evaluation turned out to be weird. There was no one in Room 101, and the only furniture was a dental-style chair. After the door closed behind Candace, that same synthesized female voice said, “Please sit down.”
A dome-like device came down from the ceiling and surrounded Candace’s head. Candace didn’t like it, but before she could try to move, metal bands closed around her wrists, ankles, and neck, holding her in place. Then she felt other things: small, sticky electrodes being attached to her palms; something she guessed was a heart-rate sensor being attached to her upper chest; and a thin probe sliding into her pussy.
“Do not be alarmed,” the synth-voice said. “You will now undergo a harmless brain scan.”
The machinery around her head began to hum. Then a series of images appeared before her eyes. At first, the pictures were of ordinary things: a tree, a coffee mug, a boy throwing a ball. Then there were images of girls and their owners: a Maid bringing a man a glass of wine, a Girl Friday taking dictation from her boss, a Pet following behind her master.
After that, the pictures became sexual: a girl on her back in a bed, being fucked; a girl on her knees sucking cock; a girl being fucked anally from behind. Then the images got darker: a girl being shocked, clutching at her collar as she screamed in pain; a crying girl being spanked hard by a man; a girl on a rack being raped. Then the images vanished, and the dome lifted away.
“Testing completed,” the voice said.
The electrodes and the vaginal probe were removed, and the shackles holding Candace in place opened. Then the voice said, “Please return to your cell.”
As she walked, Candace looked around as much as she could, trying to get a sense of the layout of the place. After getting lost and being shocked as a result, it seemed like a good idea to know her way around.
Only when she reached her cell did Candace begin to consider what the purpose of her examination might have been. Her best guess was that they were trying to see how her brain and body reacted to the different images she’d been shown.
Maybe they’re looking my brain over before they wash it, she thought.
There were no more activities that day. Instead, Candace was subjected to more videos that seem to endlessly reiterate the point that cooperating fully with one’s reconditioning was the only way to escape a lifetime of rape and imprisonment. But the more Candace watched, the more frightening the prospect of being reconditioned seemed.
They showed me those pictures of shock and rape during the brain scan because they want to know what scares me, she theorized. Well, good news, guys: This whole place scares me.
I have to get out of here. I don’t know if I can make it back to my dimension, but even if I can’t, anywhere is better than here.
She sat on her bed and thought about how she might try to escape. There were cameras everywhere, and as she now knew, her collar had a tracking device in it, as well as the shock electrodes. If she were going to have any chance of escape, she would have to disable her collar.
So she worked her slim fingertips underneath the collar. There, over the sore places on her neck, she found two small holes with rough edges, and metal contacts underneath.
I don’t think those are supposed to be exposed, Candace thought. Lyle must have burned holes in the leather by shocking me for so long.
Candace never would have claimed to know much about electronics. But after an entire summer of spying on her brothers as they built one impossible gizmo after another, it seemed that she had developed at least an intuitive understanding of the subject, because she sensed that she needed a way to connect the two contacts. So she looked around her cell for any loose metal objects.
By the base of the toilet, she spied something small and shiny. Knowing that one of the guards could be watching her on the cameras, she casually slid over to the edge of her bed, then reached out with her foot and pulled the little metal strip toward her until she could pick it up with a minimum of motion. It was a little piece of foil, perhaps from the lid on a food container.
Maybe this means we get pudding sometimes, Candace thought. I really could go for some chocolate pudding. But in this place, it’s probably that gross butterscotch stuff.
She wanted to use the foil right away, but she knew she should wait. Even if she disabled her collar now, she wouldn’t be able to get out of her cell. And she didn’t want to risk being seen on camera walking the halls when she wasn’t scheduled to be going anywhere.
So she slipped the strip of foil under the edge of her mattress, and she waited.
***
Candace’s opportunity came the next morning, when it was again time for exercise class. When her cell door opened, Candace didn’t even bother trying to exit right away, knowing that the other girls would probably push her back in again. Instead, she lay down on her side on the bed, curling up so as to look as though she were napping while blocking the view from as many angles as possible. Candace had begun to suspect that while this place had many visible cameras, there were probably hidden ones, too.
She got out the strip of foil. Then, with her fingertips, she carefully worked the foil up under the bottom edge of her collar, pushing it millimeter by millimeter toward the two contacts.
Here we go, she thought. I’m either about to liberate myself or electrocute myself.
It turned out to be a little of both. When the ends of the foil touched the two exposed contacts, Candace’s neck and fingertips got a nasty shock, making her yelp loudly. A couple of the passing girls laughed—then got shocked themselves.
Candace got up and joined the tail end of the crowd as she had the day before. Now came the hard part: finding a way out. Fortunately, this place gave her plenty of time to think, as long as she could ignore the “recovery” videos that played on her cell’s screen nearly every waking hour. So Candace had carefully replayed the previous day’s walk to and from Room 196 in her mind, and she remembered passing by a doorway into a mechanical room of some kind.
Now, when the crowd of girls passed by that doorway, Candace slipped through it. Then she moved along the wall to a corner of the room where, she hoped, the cameras were unlikely to look.
Unlikely didn’t mean impossible, though, so Candace acted quickly and found a large vent cover on one wall. It was screwed on, but the one thing the guards hadn’t taken off her was her chip-proof fingernail polish; thus, Candace was able to use her index fingernail like a screwdriver to open the vent. Then she climbed in and put the vent back in place as best she could.
This is perfect, she thought as she started down the air duct, which was big enough to crawl through and probably didn’t have any cameras inside it. As long as she kept quiet, Candace would be untraceable.
She crawled down the duct until she came to a T-junction, then headed in the direction the flow of air was coming from. Surely, the air was being blown in from outside, so wherever this air duct led might be a way out.
The duct slanted upward for a bit. When it leveled off, Candace found herself moving through a block of cells. Through a series of vents, she could see girls sitting on their bed or pacing back and forth as the same recovery video played on all their screens.
“Hey.”
Candace whipped her head around to look through the vent grate she had been passing. In the cell below her was a girl, naked and collared like all the others. The girl wasn’t looking up at the vent; she was facing a corner of the room, perhaps keeping her face out of view of the cameras.
“Hey,” the girl repeated in a loud whisper. “Are you trying to get out?”
It took a moment, but Candace recognized the girl’s voice: Lacie, one of Vanessa’s friends in the First Dimension. Candace never would have recognized her by sight, because this Lacie’s hair was long and platinum-blonde, not dyed pink and up in twintails like that of her First-Dimension counterpart.
“Yeah, I’m trying to escape,” Candace whispered back.
“How’d you get your collar off?” the girl asked. “At least, I hope you got it off, or they’re gonna find you…and fry you.”
“I didn’t take it off,” Candace replied. “I shorted it out.”
“Wow,” Lacie said. “That’s amazing.”
Of course, Candace thought. Nobody in this dimension would expect a girl to know how to do that, or they would have designed the collars to make it more difficult.
Seemingly thinking along the same lines, Lacie continued, “You’ve found the one advantage of being a girl: Men always underestimate you.”
Candace knew she should say goodbye and keep going. But less than two days of not speaking to anyone had left Candace craving conversation, and she could only imagine how much a longer-term prisoner here would need to talk to someone.
“How did you become an Intractable?” Candace whispered.
“The same way a lot of us do, I guess,” Lacie replied. “I had three siressons, and they started using me long before I got my leather collar.”
“I thought that wasn’t allowed,” Candace said.
“It’s not, but my sire always looked the other way. Even when I told him about it, he said that was just how boys are.
“When the boys found out I’d told on them, they punished me. They didn’t have my fob to shock me with, so they pushed fishhooks up under my collar where no one would see the marks. I still have the scars.”
“Oh my God,” Candace breathed.
“Lots of girls have scars where you can’t see them, from when they pissed off some boy when they were young,” Lacie said. “Anyway, when I was old enough, my sire sent me to obedience school again and again, but I just couldn’t handle it. Every time one of those rubber cocks was anywhere near my face, all I could think about was all the times my siressons had choked me with theirs.”
Candace thought about Cindy, and how she’d had to get over the trauma of being choked with a cock before she could learn to deepthroat. And it had only happened to Cindy one time; Candace could only imagine how much harder deepthroat training would be for a girl who had endured years of such treatment.
“So here I am. I don’t know what they’re going to do with me. Some girls with my kind of…background…get turned into Mouse models, because it’s easy to condition us to be afraid of men. Other girls are conditioned to forget everything, and ReGirl rebuilds their minds almost from scratch.
“But I’ve heard rumors about something new—something experimental they’re doing with some of the girls. I don’t know what it is; I just know they call it ‘the Splitter.’”
“So, it’s a machine?” Candace asked.
“I think so.”
Candace didn’t know why, but something inside her needed to find out what the Splitter was. Even though, at the same time, she dreaded knowing.
“I’m gonna see if I can find it,” Candace said.
“Are you crazy? You should just get out of here, if you can.”
“Oh, believe me, that’s high on my to-do list.”
“Listen,” Lacie said, “I know I’m never going to leave this place. Not before they either reco me or split me. But I’ll be glad to know that at least one girl made it out of here with her mind intact. So please, get going.”
Candace couldn’t think of what to say other than “Okay. Bye.” Then she continued down the duct.
Soon, she was out of the cell block. She climbed up another sloping section of duct, and then she was close to the ceiling as she made her way down a corridor and past a wall with a security door.
It appeared that she had crossed into another wing of the facility, because the walls were yellow instead of white or blue. What was more, there were actual guards here; Candace crawled extra-quietly as she passed a guard sitting in a booth just past the door.
Candace froze as she heard two people coming down the corridor. Her limited vantage through the vents kept her from seeing them, but the sound their boots made on the floor made it clear that they were not inmates, who would be barefoot.
“Remind me where we’re taking her?” one of the men said.
“This one’s going to the Splitter,” the other man answered. “We’re splitting all the girls who don’t respond to reco. If the higher-ups like the results, we’ll probably stop doing reco and just split all of them.”
A heavy metallic sound suggested a cell door sliding open. Then one of the men spoke.
“Get up. Time for your treatment.”
“Please…Please don’t take me there,” the girl in the cell replied—in a voice that Candace recognized at once.
Jenny’s an Intractable? Candace thought.
But when she considered it, it made a certain amount of sense. The Jenny of the First Dimension could be mellow and easygoing, but she could also be passionate about what she considered injustice. And as Candace was quickly coming to understand, this dimension was full to bursting with injustice.
Oh, God, this is bad, Candace thought. She still had no idea what the Splitter was, but it sure as hell didn’t sound like something she’d wish on any friend of hers. Or maybe even any enemy of hers.
As quietly as possible, Candace crawled forward and managed to find a vent that enabled her to see the doorway to Jenny’s cell, where the guards were standing.
Candace had expected the guards to simply walk Jenny to wherever the Splitter was. Instead, they waited until a tech brought in a gurney with straps, like the one Crewcut and Spike had used to bring Candace to ReGirl.
“No,” Jenny said, staring at the gurney with trepidation approaching horror. “No, I…Don’t take me to- AAAAAAAH!”
Jenny clutched her neck and fell to the floor as she was shocked through her collar. Then, as soon as she stopped screaming, the two guards lifted her up by her shoulders and legs, put her on the gurney, and strapped her down. Tears began to leak from Jenny’s eyes.
Moving through the ducts, Candace followed the guards as they wheeled Jenny out of her cell, down the hall, and through a set of double doors that one of them unlocked with a key card. Candace couldn’t track them visually, because the vents she passed didn’t tend to give her a good view of anything but the blank wall opposite the vent. But she could hear the squeaking of the gurney’s wheels and the guards’ heavy footsteps.
They finally turned into a room, and Candace took a side passage to follow them. Through a vent, she saw that in addition to Jenny and the two guards, there was a second pair of guards and a white-uniformed technician. On the wall opposite the door was a machine that looked like a TV camera with a blue handle sticking out of one side. Candace recognized it and suppressed a gasp.
Oh my God, Candace thought. That’s the gizmo Phineas and Ferb built that split me into two people: the busting-crazy one and the Jeremy-crazy one. Why would there be a machine like that here?
The technician directed the guards to roll Jenny in front of the machine, putting her gurney alongside another, unoccupied one. The tech then told the guards to stand back as he aimed the device’s lens-like nose at Jenny.
“No! NO!” Jenny cried.
The technician pushed the machine’s blue handle forward, and a blue beam lanced from the device and struck Jenny. For a moment, Jenny’s body morphed wildly inside the blue aura created by the beam; then the aura vanished, and suddenly there were two Jennys, one strapped to each gurney.
“Looks like another success,” the tech said. One of the Jennys snarled at him.
The tech unstrapped the other, quieter Jenny, who had a sort of goofy smile on her face.
“Take this one upstairs to Sales,” he said to two of the guards. “She’ll be a good girl from now on.”
“Oh, yes!” the girl replied as the guards led her to the door. “I just want someone to own me and use me forever and ever!”
One of the remaining guards looked at the tech. “What about the other one?”
“She’ll be a breeder for the rest of her life—however long that ends up being.”
The second pair of guards wheeled the other Jenny—who was now screaming and struggling against her bonds—out the door. Candace crawled through the vent and followed the sound of Jenny’s angry shouts down the hall and into another room. Candace quickly located a vent through which she could see into the room.
The room was much larger than the Splitter room and was furnished with six sets of what Candace now knew were called fuck racks. Four of these racks had girls strapped to them—three teenagers and one adult. Each girl had a bar-gag in her mouth and was screaming into it as a man raped her from behind. About two dozen more men were watching the action and, Candace guessed, waiting their turn.
As the guards dragged the naked, screaming Jenny—or this half of Jenny—into the room, a technician pointed at one of the unused sets of bars and said, “Put her on Rack Four. I’ve got plenty of men here to take care of her.”
The guards strapped Jenny to the rack. Then a technician walked up beside her and used a remote to collar-shock her. When she opened her mouth to scream, the technician forced a bar-gag into her mouth and secured it.
The moment the tech finished, one of the waiting men put some lube on his cock, walked up behind Jenny, shoved his cock into her, and began fucking her hard, making her little breasts jiggle wildly. Jenny screamed into the gag again and again.
Oh, God, I shouldn’t watch this, Candace thought, even though something dark and terrible inside her kept her from looking away. Fucking was still fucking, and Candace couldn’t help but be aroused by the sight of it, regardless of the circumstances. Never had Candace seen so many girls get fucked at one time.
All those men…she thought. All those cocks…fucking and fucking and fucking…
She could just make out the words that the man raping Jenny was grunting as he fucked her: “Gonna…knock you up…you fucking bitch…Gonna fill…your worthless…I-belly…with my girl-baby…”
OMG, Candace thought, suddenly fully aware of what the tech had meant when he’d said Jenny would be a “breeder.” They turned off her birth control. All of these girls are going to get pregnant, and there must be some way of making sure their babies are all female. This is how ReGirl is going to give every man a harem.
Candace tore her gaze away from Jenny, but her eyes immediately landed on the girl on the next rack over. She was olive-skinned and dark-haired, and Candace thought she might have been cute if she weren’t naked and ball-gagged, with her eyes squeezed shut as the man behind her raped her savagely. Through her gag, the girl grunted like an animal with each vicious thrust.
The scary thing was, despite having seen her in a very different environment, Candace recognized the girl as the one with whom she’d once competed for a job at Slushy Burger—a job neither of them got after their competition degenerated into a food fight.
I really didn’t like her, Candace thought. Even if this Third-Dimension version of her is just as bad, she doesn’t deserve this.
The man fucking the girl grunted loudly and shoved in deep, presumably shooting his load inside her. Then, after a moment, he stepped back, and another man took his place. Like the man raping Jenny, this man didn’t bother with any preliminaries or even start off slow—he just shoved in and pumped hard. Candace couldn’t help but think about all the times when Jeremy had fucked her that hard, with energy bordering on brutality, and how much Candace had loved every single second of it. She felt a weird sense of envy, not because she wanted to be strapped down and raped by strangers, but simply because even here, even now, something deep within her needed to be fucked and used. In fact, despite her horror, watching this scene of mass rape was making her wet.
But she couldn’t just stay here and watch forever. Sooner or later, someone was going to look at the right screen and notice that Candace was missing from her cell—if they hadn’t already. And then, if this place was as much like a movie-prison as it seemed, there would be a lockdown, and her chances of escape would be poorer.
So Candace crawled back out into the hallway portion of the duct and continued in the direction the air was coming from. Soon, she passed a set of doors and found herself moving through yet another cell block.
Through the vents that Candace passed periodically, she saw rows and rows of cells, with a girl in every one. The majority of the girls were visibly pregnant, and Candace assumed that the rest were pregnant too but weren’t showing yet. This guess was confirmed when Candace saw that there was a digital panel next to each girl’s cell showing her name, age, and number of weeks of pregnancy.
If I needed any more proof that I’ve got to get the hell out of here, Candace thought, there it is.
Candace reached a junction where the air was coming straight down from above. Thanks to all her workouts, Candace was fit enough to press her back against one wall of the duct and use her legs and arms to push herself up the fifteen feet or so to the ledge at the top.
The duct was much larger here, tall enough for Candace to stand up and walk. And it led directly to a cubic chamber where a huge fan was blowing air into the system.
So, Candace, she thought to herself, you did realize that there was going to be a great big fan between you and freedom, right? I mean, it’s in every prison-break movie you’ve ever seen. How were you planning to get through there without being turned into hamburger?
She thought about using her collar to block the blades somehow. But although she’d managed to destroy the electronics inside the collar, physically removing it from her neck was another matter.
I could try leaning my head close to the fan and let the blades cut the collar off, she thought. But if the blades can cut through it, then the collar won’t be able to stop them from turning. Besides, once I get out of here, I’ll stick out like a sore thumb if I don’t have a collar on.
So Candace looked around for something else to use. Soon, she looked up and saw a narrow PVC pipe that ran along part of the ceiling and that was open at one end.
Maybe it’s an old water pipe or something that they don’t use anymore.
The room was only about eight feet high, so Candace was able to leap up and grab the pipe by its unattached end. Her bodyweight made it bend but not break, so Candace braced her bare feet against the ceiling and pushed with her legs. The pipe bent farther and farther—and then snapped off where it connected to the next pipe. Candace landed on her back on the floor and only just managed to keep from hitting her head, too.
Great plan, Candace, she thought as she slowly got to her feet. At least it didn’t feel like she’d broken anything besides the pipe and her dignity.
She picked up the section of pipe, which was about four feet long, and walked up to the big fan. For several seconds, she watched its wide blades spin. Once she got a sense of the timing of their movements, she thrust the pipe between the blades, bracing the far end against the floor. The fan bit into the pipe and stopped spinning.
Crawling between the blades while keeping the pipe in place was awkward but ultimately doable, even though Candace got an abrasion on her naked back where the edge of a fan blade scraped it. Once she was through, she pulled the pipe out, and the fan started spinning again. That was good—maybe none of the men running this place would notice that the fan had stopped at all.
Now, Candace was looking at a very large vent cover. Sunlight seeped through its metal slats. Excited, she peered through the slats and saw an outdoor parking lot.
I’ve done it, she thought. I just have to get this vent cover off, and I’m out of here!
The screws holding the vent cover on were outside the vent, so Candace needed another way through. She managed to jam the end of the PVC pipe through two of the downward-slanting metal slats, then used her full body weight to press down on the other end of the pipe until the thin slat broke. She repeated that process several times until she’d made a ragged hole big enough to crawl through. Then she stood up, blinking in the sunlight.
There’s no fence, she thought. I guess they never expected any girl to make it out of the building. Lacie was right about how they always underestimate us.
Still buck-naked save for her collar, Candace dropped the pipe and dashed through the parking lot and into a wooded area beyond.
Okay, she thought, I’m out. Now what? If I want to get back to the First Dimension, probably my best chance is to go to that weird maze place where I landed when I got here. But that’s on the other side of town, so I’ll need some clothes.
The woods, it turned out, formed a sort of buffer between the industrial area where ReGirl was and a residential neighborhood. Candace kept to the trees as she passed one back yard after another. Then she had a stroke of luck: In one of those back yards, a Maid was hanging clothes on a clothesline.
I guess when you have a live-in slave whose thing is doing chores, you don’t need to spend money on a dryer, Candace thought.
She waited for the Maid to go inside, then leaped out of the trees, grabbed one of the Maid’s spare dresses, and dashed back into the woods. The black dress with its lacy white apron was a bit loose on Candace, but at least the skirt was nice and short, so Candace wouldn’t look too odd in it.
Hopefully, she thought, men will look at my legs and not my collar. Even if I could get this “I” tag off, a collar with no tag at all would attract even more attention.
Candace continued through the woods, even though it was a little uncomfortable doing so barefoot. Fortunately, she spotted a pair of girls’ flip-flops sitting on someone’s back porch. Candace quickly snagged them.
Eventually, the stretch of trees came to an end, forcing Candace to emerge onto the street. Preventing people from noticing her tag would mean keeping her distance from everyone, so she’d have to avoid downtown and stick to the suburbs. She’d also have to avoid public transportation.
With a mental sigh, she thought, I’m in for a lot of walking. In flip-flops.
***
Indeed, it took a couple of hours of walking for Candace to reach her old street, where Phineas and Ferb’s maze attraction was. But then her luck changed for the better: The teenager manning the ticket booth was completely absorbed in something on his phone, which enabled Candace to slip right by him and enter the maze. Now, as she looked at the maze’s colorful walls, she had to decide whether to go right, left, or straight ahead.
I have to find the spot where I came through into this dimension, she thought. But how do I find anything in an actual, literal maze?
She tried to think of where she would go if she were playing a game with Jeremy and trying to hide from him. The leftward passage seemed like the least obvious path to choose, so Candace went that way.
I don’t even know what the dimensional bridge thingy looks like, let alone where it is, Candace thought as she reached a dead end and doubled back. If it’s even here, which is a pretty big if. But a slim chance is still a chance.
She continued searching the maze, trying to keep track of which turns she took so as not to inadvertently go the same way twice. She also listened for the sounds of any patrons who might be in the maze, whom she would have to avoid passing if she didn’t want them to see her I tag up close. But she didn’t hear anyone else.
Which was why, when Candace turned a corner, she was so surprised to see a very familiar face.
“Hello, Candace,” her doppelganger said, crossing her arms across her red tube top.
“Oh my gosh,” Candace gasped, “there really is a Canda-Three! Or Candak-Three, or…Candy-Third… You know, the name I gave you in my head really doesn’t work when you say it out loud.”
“You were a surprise to me, too,” the other Candace replied. “I was just planning to use the maze game to get away from Jeremy and go on the run. I never expected another me to show up and take my place.
“I was all ready to get out of Danville and try to find one of the secret colonies of free girls I’ve heard rumors about. But I had to know why there was suddenly a copy of me here. So I followed you, and watched you, and listened to you.
“It didn’t take long to figure out that wherever you were from, it’s nothing like this world. I’m guessing there are no collars, controllers, obedience schools, or reconditioning centers. That it’s a place where girls aren’t bought and sold like farm animals. Where girls are free, and maybe even equal to men.
“All that seemed unbelievable. But the even more unbelievable thing was that you didn’t immediately try to go back there. Instead, you let Jeremy send you to obedience school. And once you were there, you didn’t even try to escape! You sucked those rubber cocks day after day, whenever they told you to, and they didn’t have to shock you once. You let them tell you what to do and what to be, and you just drank it all down like it was a mouthful of Jeremy’s cum.”
Candace looked at her double and noticed that behind her, there was a kind of swirling distortion in the air. That had to be the dimensional bridge.
“Yeah, Candace replied, “I did. I wanted to be what Jeremy wanted me to be, because I thought belonging to him was going to be the best thing ever. And that I would be his forever.
“But now I know better. This world is a nightmare. Girls are slaves, men can treat us any way they want, and we don’t even own our own bodies.
“But you know what’s just as bad?” Candace asked. “It’s that no one here ever says ‘I love you.’ Not a man to a girl, not a parent to a child. It’s like girls aren’t allowed to love anyone, and men won’t allow themselves to love anyone.
“So I’m going home,” Candace said determinedly. “You can either come with me, or get out of my way.”
“So this swirly thing is your way home,” the other Candace said, gesturing at the circle of distorted air behind her. “And I suppose you think you’re doing me a favor by inviting me along. But the thing is, if I go back there with you, I won’t be Candace anymore. I’ll be the Other Candace, a weird copy of you who has nothing of her own: no home, no family, no friends, and no future. I’ll be a freak, because everyone will ask me where I came from, and what am I going to tell them? I’m willing to bet that stories about shock collars and MNZs and making your holes available to your owner at all times aren’t going to play too well where you’re from.
“But if it’s only me who comes through the portal thingy, I’ll be the one and only Candace. The one with the family and the friends who will be glad to have me back, the one with a whole life ahead of her. I won’t have just left this dimension; I’ll have left it behind.” With a hard look at Candace, she added, “And I’d do anything to have that.”
She dashed forward and threw a punch at Candace’s head. Candace ducked down, then tackled her doppelganger around the midsection, bearing her to the ground and landing on top of her. The two identical girls wrestled madly as the spiraling portal behind them started to shrink.
***
“Ferb,” Phineas said anxiously, looking at the shrinking portal, “the First and Third Dimensions are starting to go out of phase again! I don’t know how much longer we can keep the bridge open!”
Ferb tapped the keys of his control panel at lightning speed, trying to stabilize the dimensional bridge as the window between realities narrowed. He knew he was only buying Candace seconds, but maybe seconds would be enough.
***
With strength born of desperation, Candace rolled on top of her doppelganger and punched her in the jaw hard enough to stun her. Ignoring the pain in her knuckles, Candace pushed her other self away and dived through the portal. It closed behind her just as she emerged.
For a moment, Candace was dizzyingly disoriented. Everything seemed flat, as though the world around her were nothing more than a series of drawings.
She squeezed her eyes shut and then opened them, and everything began to look normal again. Including the two young boys standing directly in front of her.
“Candace!” Phineas cried. “Thank goodness we got you back! You’ve been gone for hours!”
Hours? Candace thought. But it’s been months. Maybe time doesn’t pass the same way here as there.
Both boys ran up and seized Candace in a huge hug. Then they let go of her and backed a couple steps away, looking at her with puzzlement.
“What are you wearing?” Phineas asked.
“Oh, um,” Candace replied, looking down at her tube top and miniskirt, “this is what everybody wears in that dimension.”
“Well, we’re just glad to have our sister back,” Phineas said.
“Sis-ter,” Candace repeated. “Yes, your…sister…is glad to be back.”
“You’re probably hungry,” Phineas said. “You want us to fix you a grilled cheese sandwich?”
Trying to keep the surprise out of her voice, Candace replied, “Yes. Yes, I would like a grilled cheese sandwich.”
Phineas whipped up a grilled cheese and served it to Candace on the living room sofa. Then Ferb handed her a cell phone.
“Ferb found your phone just down the street,” Phineas said. “We figured that must be where you were standing when the beam from the dimensional bridge hit you. We’re really sorry about that.”
“It’s okay,” Candace replied. “It was actually an interesting trip.”
“You’ll have to tell us all about it later,” Phineas replied. “Right now, you probably want to call Stacy and Jeremy and let them know you’re okay. We’ll give you some privacy.”
The two boys left and went into the kitchen to clean up.
Ferb gave Phineas a quizzical look as he asked, “Does Candace seem a bit less…Candace-y?”
“You know,” Phineas replied, “I think she does. But I’m sure she’ll be back to her old self in no time.”
In the living room, Candace looked at her phone. The device had an actual number pad, which meant that she could call anyone she wanted.
“I think I’m gonna like it here,” she said to herself, and took a bite of her sandwich.
***
By the time Candace regained her senses, she was being lifted up off the floor of the maze and, to her horror, strapped to a gurney, with two familiar faces looking down at her.
“Where did you think you were gonna go, Red?” Crewcut said with a leer.
Spike looked at a message on his phone. “Management says when we get back, we’re taking this one directly to reco.”
“Not the Splitter?” Crewcut asked.
“She’s got an owner, remember? So she gets a standard wipe and rebuild. The techs say her brain scans show she’s perfect for it; she’ll be a good little girl in no time.”
Candace blacked out.
When she awoke, she knew exactly where she was: Room 101. This time, she was already manacled to the chair, and the dome had been lowered around her head.
“Good,” that synthetic female voice said. “You are awake. It is time to begin your reconditioning.”
On the screen-like interior of the dome was a list of what appeared to be programs, all queued up like a playlist. They had names like “Obedience,” “Devotion,” and “Cock Craving.”
Now, the machine around her head began to hum—a bit louder than it had during her brain scan. Then a new voice—a man’s voice—spoke.
“Why do you exist?”
A voice that sounded exactly like Candace’s replied, “I exist to obey.”
“What is your purpose?” the man asked.
“My purpose is to serve my owner,” the Candace-like voice replied.
“What do you live for?”
“I live to be fucked.”
In her mind, Candace tried to block out the voice as it asked again, “Why do you exist?” And yet, when the voice that sounded like hers replied, she found herself speaking in unison with it.
“I exist to obey.”
“What is your purpose?”
Candace couldn’t stop herself from responding, “My- My purpose is to serve my owner.”
“What do you live for?”
“I live to be fucked,” she said, unable to say or even think anything else.
“Why do you exist?”
“I exist to obey…”
***
Five days later, Candace was delivered back to Jeremy. She was overjoyed to see him, and the moment he took her up to his bedroom, she dropped to her knees and swallowed his cock whole. Which just the beginning of an hours-long sex session in which Jeremy fucked her and used her until she wept for joy.
Now it was the next afternoon, and Candace was sitting with Jeremy on the living room sofa. Coltrane was on his way over with Stacy, whom Candace was looking forward to seeing. Although she would have been just as happy, if not more so, if Jeremy had decided to spend the whole day using her some more.
“It’s great to have you back, Candace,” Jeremy said, running his fingers down her cheek. “I knew there was nothing so wrong with you that it couldn’t be fixed.”
“I’m so happy to be back home with you, Jeremy,” Candace replied. “I’m not sure what I used to be like, but now all I want is to be your good girl and make you happy, and for you to use me as much as you want.”
Indeed, Candace couldn’t remember much about her life before her return from ReGirl. She knew useful things, like how to dress sexily and how to swallow a cock, but she couldn’t remember how she had learned them.
But that didn’t bother her much. Surely, nothing about her life before Jeremy could be worth remembering. The only thing Candace wished she could remember was the day she was given to him, but at least Jeremy had been able to tell her about that day and show her some pictures.
The doorbell rang. Candace got up with Jeremy and stood by his side as he answered the door.
“Hey, Coltrane!” Jeremy said, giving his friend a bro-hug. “Come on in.”
Candace was surprised to see Stacy wearing a long blue raincoat even though it wasn’t raining. Candace herself had on a short, tight red skirt and a white tube top that, when worn without a bra, nicely displayed the contours of her breasts and allowed the pink of her nipples to show through a bit.
“Hi, Candace,” Stacy said, looking Candace up and down. “I like your top. It makes you look very…touchable.”
Stacy moved close and kissed Candace on the lips while running her fingers over Candace’s left breast, brushing the nipple on the way down.
“Hi, Stacy,” Candace replied when the kiss ended. “It’s nice to see you.” Then, seemingly by instinct, she looked down at her friend’s raincoat-clad body and said, “In fact, I’d like to see more of you.”
For a moment, Stacy looked Candace in the eye. Candace saw a flicker of distress on Stacy’s face, and then a split-second look of sadness. But Candace thought she must be imagining those things, because Stacy had a man to serve with her mind, heart, and body, which was all a girl needed to be happy. And Stacy had Candace, who would be her friend for as long as their circumstances allowed it. Stacy had no reason to be sad.
Then Stacy’s naughty smile returned, and the girl replied, “Well, if you insist…”
As Candace and the boys watched, Stacy slipped off her coat, revealing that beneath, she was wearing her leather love harness. Candace remembered what the garment was called and that she had seen it on Stacy before, but Candace couldn’t remember the circumstances. That didn’t matter, though; what mattered was how sexy Stacy looked in it, and that both Jeremy and Coltrane seemed to be enjoying seeing Stacy wearing it.
“So Jeremy,” Coltrane said, “you want to swap tonight? Your girl is looking good in that outfit.”
“Sure!” Jeremy replied. “Stacy looks so hot in that harness, I started thinking about fucking her the second she took her coat off.”
“Oh yeah?” Stacy replied, her hips swinging a bit as she walked up to Jeremy. Then she turned around and backed into him, pressing her ass against his crotch as she leaned her head back next to his. “Then I’m all yours, lover.”
Candace didn’t mind this at all. If she had sex with Jeremy’s best friend, that would make Jeremy happy, and fucking Stacy would make Jeremy happy, too. Not to mention that Candace lived to be fucked.
So she gave Coltrane a coquettish smile and sexily leaned back against the wall. He came up and kissed her, and she wrapped one leg around his ass, pressing her panty-clad mons against the growing bulge in Coltrane’s pants.
“What do you want to do with me?” she murmured invitingly.
Coltrane slid his hands down her back and onto her bottom, then squeezed it, gently but firmly.
“I wanna fuck this sweet little ass,” he said.
Candace giggled, then put her lips to his ear. “Are you sure? It’s very tight.”
“Oh, yeah? Well let’s find out,” Coltrane replied. “Go ahead and lose those clothes. And you don’t need to take your time.”
Candace put her leg down, and Coltrane stepped back. He unzipped his pants but didn’t take his eyes off Candace as she peeled off her crop top, making her little tits jiggle momentarily, then slid down her skirt and her red thong panties. Candace was pleased by the overt lust with which Coltrane looked at her naked body; lust led to fucking, and being fucked was what Candace lived for.
“Perfect,” Coltrane said with a grin. He let his pants and boxers drop to the floor, then pulled off his shirt as he said, “Now, get yourself ready.”
Candace got a little lube from the pump bottle on the side table, smeared it on her hole, then got on all fours on the sofa. As soon as Coltrane finished undressing, he got up on his knees behind her and put both hands on her ass, spreading it open and exposing Candace’s asshole. To Candace, the sensation of cool, conditioned air on her little hole was quite erotic, as was the firm grip of Coltrane’s hands on her ass.
“Oooooh, put it in me,” she purred, looking back at Coltrane and the member he had in his hand. “My little ass needs that nice, thick cock inside.”
“Coming right up,” he replied suavely.
He put his cockhead against her hole, and for a moment, Candace felt a stab of anxiety. She didn’t know why; she was sure she’d been well trained for anal sex at obedience school, so she had no reason to expect any pain.
Besides, she thought, being fucked is the best thing ever, no matter what hole he puts it in. There’s nothing to be scared of, or even to be less than happy about.
“Mmmm,” she said, “please don’t tease me…Shove it right in me…”
Coltrane shifted his hips slightly forward so as to keep his cockhead pressed firmly against Candace’s hole while he moved his hands to her hips. Then he pushed, and Candace felt her asshole stretch open and then swallow his cock eagerly.
“Oh…oh yes…” she moaned. “It feels so nice and big in my ass…”
“Oh, yeah, you’re good and tight,” Coltrane murmured, bottoming out in her and then starting to pump her slowly. “This ass was made for fucking.”
With utter sincerity, Candace replied, “All of me was.”
She looked over at Jeremy. He was looking lustily at Stacy as he fucked the girl on the edge of the entertainment unit. Stacy had her eyes closed and was breathing, “Fuck me, oooh, yes, fuck me….”
She really does look hot in that love harness, Candace thought. Although maybe any girl would look hot in anything to me right now, when there’s a cock pumping deep in my ass.
Even so, Candace thought, she would definitely have to get one of those love harnesses, too. Jeremy obviously liked it, and Candace was eager to please her man. Maybe, the first time he saw her in it, he would lift her up on the nearest surface and fuck her right there, the way he was fucking Stacy. The thought made Candace moan.
“Want some more, huh?” Coltrane teased. “I think I can help you out there.”
He started fucking her faster. Candace didn’t mind this at all; getting fucked by Coltrane while watching Jeremy fuck Stacy—his ass flexing, her little titties jiggling atop the harness’ breast-strap—was making Candace very horny indeed. Besides, if Coltrane was anything like Jeremy, then there was no way he was going to stop at just one fuck. Or two, or three.
Candace wanted to make sure that she came at the same time as Coltrane, because she suspected that feeling his hot cum shooting deep in her ass would make her cum even harder. So she reached one hand between her pale, slim thighs and rubbed her clit in time with Coltrane’s thrusts.
“Ooooh, yes…” Candace moaned. “Yes…please…fuck my ass…I need it so bad…I need it deep…and hard…”
Coltrane must have been turned on by Candace’s pleas for more, because he started fucking her ass at full speed. Candace gasped and whimpered with pleasure and rubbed her clit faster. She could hear in Coltrane’s grunts that he was going to cum soon, and now, so was she.
“Yes…” she panted. “Please…don’t…stop…fucking…my ass…”
She heard Jeremy grunt loudly and knew that he was shooting his hot load deep inside Stacy. Then Stacy cried out in pleasure. Candace’s eyes were closed, but she could vividly picture Stacy’s long, sexy legs wrapped around Jeremy’s bare ass, her man and her bestie cumming together, and the image was so erotic that the moment Coltrane grunted “NNNNGH!” and Candace felt the first jet of his hot cum deep in her bowels, she shrieked with orgasm and her asshole clutched the base of Coltrane’s cock as though her body didn’t want his member anywhere except buried in her to the hilt.
When Coltrane finished cumming, he slowly pulled out of Candace. She grabbed a wipe from the side table and reached back to clean up the cum leaking from her ass before it could spill on the sofa. Not that she wouldn’t be washing the sofa-cushion covers later anyway, but she wanted to make sure the sofa was clean and dry in case the boys wanted to continue using her or Stacy on it.
Candace looked back at Coltrane and asked, “Want me to clean you up and suck you hard again?”
“Sounds good,” Coltrane replied. “I want to fuck your pussy next.”
Jeremy looked at Stacy and said, “Kneel down next to Candace. You two look so hot when you’re sucking cock side by side.”
Candace and Stacy knelt down and cleaned off the two boy’s cocks with the wipes, then began sucking the boys back to hardness. Despite what Jeremy had said, Candace couldn’t remember ever doing this before. But that was all right. She was with her man and her best friend, and her body was being used the way it was meant to.
Candace didn’t need to remember what came before. What she had now was more than enough.
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