Jenny's Way - Pt. 04

Jenny was fascinated by Emma's gaze and expression toward Victor before she left the house. Hours after she returned to work and had settled back into her regular routine, she couldn't get the look of pure ecstasy on Emma's face out of her mind. The image was frustratingly burned into Jenny mind. She wanted to forget about both but regardless of the activity she chose to distract herself, her mind always returned to Victor and Emma. "Fuck both of you," she whispered to herself as she sat at her desk and filtered through a nebulous assortment of spreadsheets and productivity charts.

It had been two years since Jenny had ascended to Operations Manager for LabRoot, a small medical laboratory company that processed tests for employers, courts, and other clientele. LabRoot was a lucrative operation that netted her more than a comfortable wage. When combined with her husband's earnings, Jenny never worried about money. She had a great job, a beautiful home in an affluent neighborhood, and a doting husband. Her husband Jack was a systems analyst for a local database company and an all-around good guy. He worked hard and played hard including putting up with Jenny's regular bitchiness. Jenny stopped working for a moment and sighed. Poor Jack. He put up with her bullshit so much and she could work harder to be a good wife. "What the fuck is this?" She suddenly snapped. The thoughts were hers, but somehow intrusive. "Fucking Victor," she scoffed. 

Not only was Victor forcing her to take part in a disgusting ritual with Emma, but now he was changing the way she thought about her husband too! Or was he? Jenny put her head in her hands and held back more tears. Was she really under his control or had she just been too weak to resist? Despite the prospect of dying from lack of antidote, she wanted to run to the police to tell them about everything Victor did. She tried to start working on her spreadsheets but the idea of running to the police or to a doctor started taking over. "Maybe he's lying," she thought to herself. "What if a doctor *can* help me with this?" Then she thought about the moment in the bedroom when Victor made her breasts grow to an obscene size by using his mind. She didn't want to die, she didn't want to end up as a brainless, bubbly bimbo with globe-sized tits drooling in the floor.

The perpetual derailment of her thoughts was interrupted once again by a terrifyingly familiar notification tone: it was Victor's app. "What the fuck?" she scoffed. "I already swallowed that asshole's cum today. I'm good for a few days." She picked up her phone and read the notification:

PLEASE MEET ME FOR TEA. WOULD LOVE TO SEE YOU! KALEB'S TEA GARDEN, 2207 NIGHTWALK STREET IN THE LOWER EAST SIDE, 3:00PM SHARP! -E

"E?" Jenny wondered. "Was this Emma?" Well, at least she wasn't asking for coffee. Tea was much more to her palette liking. 3PM was close and Jenny would need to finish her work if she was going to make it to Kaleb's on time. She set her phone down and had only resumed working for a few minutes before another notification chimed. This time it was a normal text. She picked it up and read the message from her husband:

HI BABY. STUCK AT UNITED HOSPITAL WORKING ON THEIR HEALTH RECORD SYSTEM. I SHOULD BE ABOUT AN HOUR OR SO LATE COMING HOME. WANT TO GRAB DINNER?

Normally, Jenny would dismiss him. Jack was a good guy...almost *too* good for her. In an age when her girlfriends' husbands were fucking their secretaries or their kids' third-grade teacher, Jack was fiercely loyal to her. Almost boringly loyal, in her opinion. In fact, not a moment passed in her mind where she doubted his loyalty or questioned if he was cheating on her. Yet, she would often ignore him, put him off, or treat him as if he was a burden to her life and career. This time, however, she felt something different. It might be another one of Victor's tricks, but she felt a warmth in her stomach reading the message. Then she remembered Victor's instructions: she had to give Jack a passionate, loving blowjob twice a week and swallow every drop of his cum. In fact, Jack was to serve as a practice blowjob for the days when she wasn't on her knees servicing Victor. She shook her head in disbelief at her absurd situation and replied:

SOUNDS GOOD. GETTING TEA WITH A GIRLFRIEND THEN WILL SEE YOU AT HOME <3

"<3?" She stopped. What the fuck was wrong with her? She never used emojis or other weird symbols like that. "Fuck you, Victor," she whispered to herself and worked to finish her spreadsheet before leaving for Kaleb's Tea Garden.

* * *

Jenny would normally be anxious and angry driving through the city, but today was different. She didn't mind being stuck in traffic jams or having to travel on the dangerous interstate highways to get to Nighthawk Drive. For some reason, she was excited to be meeting with Emma. At least, that's the person she expected to meet. She couldn't get the euphoric expression on Emma's face out of her mind. If it was Emma meeting her, then she would be excited to ask her about her feelings. She wanted to know more about Emma than just the brainless sex doll from their encounters with Victor. 

It was around 3:10PM when Jenny finally pulled up to Kaleb's Tea Garden. She worried that Emma or whoever was waiting to meet her had already left, but she was relieved to see a familiar redheaded figure sitting at one of the outside tables. She parked her car, paid the meter, and walked up to Emma.

"Hello, Emma!" Emma's eyes beamed as she jumped up and hugged Jenny. This was the first time that Jenny had ever seen the redheaded bombshell wearing clothes and she was even more gorgeous when dressed! Her hair was perfectly curled and styled. She wore a light-colored blouse with a short black pleated skirt and black high heels. 

"Hello, Jenny! It's so good to see you!" Emma beamed. She pointed over to the table where two white cups were waiting. "I bought you green tea, I hope that it's okay!" Jenny was shocked at how articulate she was. Emma was referring to herself in first-person and to Jenny in third person like a normal conversation. The two women sat down at the table and there seemed to be a collective sigh of relief between them.

"Thank you for the green tea. It's my favorite," Jenny replied sweetly. "It's nice to see you, Emma. Thank you for inviting Jenny...I mean, me."

Emma chuckled, "It's a hard habit to break sometimes, isn't it?" She took a sip of her tea. "It took me a while to get the hang of it. Imagine my embarrassment when I did it in front of my friends and once at work! Oh my GOD, Jenny! I was mortified."

"So..." Jenny started, "You're like me. You're just made to act a certain way when you're with Victor."

Emma smiled, "You mean that I'm not a brainless bimbo blowjob machine incapable of referring to herself in first person?" Jenny lowered her head slightly in embarrassment. "I can assure you...Emma is not." The moment of tension was shattered, and both women burst out laughing. "We're alike in many ways, but different. I'm sure we'll learn more as time goes on."

Jenny took a sip of her tea. She loved talking with Emma, but she was frustrated by the comment. "I don't want this to go on, Emma. I want to go back to my normal life. There has to be a way to get out of this."

Emma's smile softened but didn't disappear completely. "I understand how you feel, Jenny. I went through a lot of the same feelings. It's a really tough position for both of us to be in, for sure."

"Tough position? We're being blackmailed into sex with Victor! How can you so candidly call it a *tough position*?" Jenny was confused and frustrated. She wanted to do something but wasn't sure if there was anything she could do. She noticed that Emma was staring blankly at her almost in the same way she had stared at the floor in the house. "I'm sorry, Emma. I just don't want to live like this."

"It's beyond our control," Emma replied. 

Jenny scoffed and reached into her pocket to pull out a small, brown vial. It was the glass vial Victor gave her at their first meeting. Emma eyed the container curiously. "What is that?"

"This was a vial of Victor's cum," Jenny replied. "He made me drink it when we first met. I shouldn't have let him blackmail me so easily, but I was sick and gave in. He didn't tell me what it was until the end of our meeting. Instead, he just told me that it was the antidote I needed to recover from my sickness."

"Why do you have it now?" Emma asked.

"I want you to go with me," Jenny replied. "I want to take this to the police and have them run Victor's DNA. We can have him arrested and we'll be free of his control!"

"But what about your sickness?"

"I'll go to the hospital. I'm sure they have something that can help me. I was so stupid to fall for this, Emma. Please, come with me and we can be free from this." Jenny was disheartened to see Emma's smile disappear.

"I'm sorry, Jenny. I understand that you've put a lot of thought and effort into this, but it's just not possible."

"What do you mean?" Jenny was almost pleading with her.

"Victor doesn't need to be around us to affect us." Emma's tone was sad and distant. "You could take this vial to the police and tell them what he's done to you. They'll arrest him, but then what will happen? Where will you get the medicine you need?"

Jenny sat quietly listening. She was outwardly defiant, but internally she knew that Emma was right. "Are you going to visit him in jail?" Emma asked. "Do you think he'll still give you what you need? Or do you have another plan?"

"Doctors can make something, I'm sure." Jenny replied. 

"But what if they can't? You're willing to risk your life?"

"I don't want to be like this," Jenny's eyes welled up as the reality of things slowly began to sink in. Even if a doctor was able to synthesize something for her, it would mean that her secret was exposed, and she'd become a laboratory experiment for scientists to poke and prod. Instead of a getting a dick shoved in her mouth several times a week, she'd have to content with strangers of all types poking her with needles and other scientific instruments. "I don't know what to do, Emma. I could have resisted him when he first cornered me, but I didn't."

"There's no way you could resist him, Jenny." Emma's tone was friendly but firm. "Neither of us can resist him. We're attached to him for as long as he wants. At some point, you must let go. I know that it's not what you wanted to hear from me, but trust someone who has been involved with him for a long time. I don't believe that he genuinely wants to hurt you. I know that what he's doing is wrong, but he is...keeping you alive."

Jenny scoffed at the thought. What kind of bizarre bullshit was this? Emma expected her to be grateful to Victor for keeping her around, despite the horrible things he was doing to her. Jenny sat quietly reflecting for a moment before picking up the glass vial and tossing it into a nearby trashcan. "This is fucking stupid. I don't deserve to be treated like this. No woman deserves to be degraded in this way, unless she agrees."

"Do you not deserve this kind of treatment?" Emma asked.

Jenny glared at her, "Are you fucking serious? What woman deserves to be treated like this? Emma, I will die if I don't eat Victor's cum twice a week. I'm forever bound to this man's dick if I want to live."

"I'm not trying to be rude to you, Jenny." Emma replied. "I want to be your friend. I like you. I just think that over time you might come to see your situation in a different light. I'm not saying that you deserve this, but sometimes we are gifted with chances to change our perspectives." Emma took another sip of her tea.

"So, Emma..." Jenny smiled slyly, "Naked at home, all the time, eh?"

Emma blushed. Combined with the glow of her red hair, it made her face radiant and stunning. She was like a fragile porcelain doll. "Yes. It's his thing. Nylons and heels only in the house. At least he lets me dress nicely when I'm out and about."

"Do you sometimes disobey?" Jenny asked.

Emma shook her head, "Oh, never. It's not possible. He did something to my mind and it's painful to wear clothes in my house. Being naked is the only way I can even feel comfortable. Plus, it makes it easier when he comes over for me to be ready for whatever sexual stuff he needs me to do."

"What about your friends? Are you naked in the house when your friends come over?"

"Nobody is allowed in my home except the people that he invites." Emma replied. "Which has only been you. So, that makes it easy. Plus, the leather couch feels so good at night when I'm naked and watching a movie." Both women chuckled at the idea. Jenny was surprised that the image of Emma laying naked on her couch with the glare of the television reflecting off her perfectly shaped tits made her slightly wet. She adjusted her seat position to get more comfortable and distract from the mental image.

They spent a few more minutes chatting about their individual work and home lives. Jenny was a bigwig at LabRoot with a doting husband and nice home. Emma worked in Human Resources for a local technology company. She refused to tell Jenny which one, but Jenny was shocked that someone like Emma would be working in a Human Resources department. Emma noted the expression on Jenny's face when she said the words. "Why is that strange to you?"

"With all of the degrading things you go through with Victor, you still manage so many people like that?"

"Of course," Emma replied. "He lets me run my outside life mostly free of his influence. However, I am required to judge the women I hire with a higher level of physical scrutiny. If I have doubts, then I'm required to send him a picture and he can help me make final hiring decisions."

"That's awful!" Jenny cried. "How can he just treat women like this!"

"It's all part of the life, Jenny." said Emma. "Besides, he does have good taste. The women we hire at my job are very intelligent but also very voluptuous. Don't you like looking at attractive people, Jenny? Like, having a beautiful flower in the office."

"I'm not a flower or an office chair," Jenny replied. "I'm sure my looks have gotten me a raise or two, but it's not everything I have to offer." For the first time in her life, Jenny doubted the words coming out of her mouth. Was she worth more than her body? Victor had reduced her to a naked, crying mess in Emma's bedroom with just a few words. Was she as strong, powerful, and intelligent as she believed or was it all a lie? Suddenly, Jenny realized that she still needed to ask Emma about the questions that had burned into her mind from their previous encounter. "I need to ask you something, Emma."

The redheaded doll turned her head slightly out of curiosity. "Sure, Jenny. We're going to be friends, so you can ask me anything. Besides, you've seen me naked, and I've seen you suck a cock, so we're closer than most girls."

Jenny blushed slightly. She hated being reminded of the encounters. "Yeah...sure. Um, so it's actually about our recent visit to your house that I wanted to ask about." She took a deep breath. "You seemed really disappointed that Victor wouldn't let you play with that...dildo. You know, the small pink one? I mean, it was beyond just mere disappointment. You seemed genuinely heartbroken when he denied you. And then you were absolutely glowing when he said that you were going to spend some private time together." Emma said nothing as Jenny continued. "I can't get your face out of my mind. You were so...euphoric. Can you tell me about it?"

Emma thought for a moment. She didn't seem hesitant to answer the question, but Jenny thought it looked like she was trying to find the right words to explain herself. "I'm not judging you, Emma! I promise," Jenny added. "I'm just curious."

"It's okay, Jenny." Emma replied. "It's embarrassing, but so are many things about my private life. Do you really want to know about me? Or would you prefer for me to remain the mysterious bimbo doll in the corner?"

"You're not getting off that easy," said Jenny. "I want to know about you."

"I'm not much different from you, Jenny," said Emma. "He cornered me one day just as he did you. I don't know much about your story. In fact, all I know about you is from his off-hand comments complaining about how you ruined his life. I didn't ask because it's not my place to understand his reasons. But it does mean that we're sisters in some ways. You see, I was the HR manager that ordered him to be terminated from our company."

Jenny's heart stopped as she realized the growing connection between the three of them. "So, you were the one that fired him?"

"Of course not," Emma replied. "But as senior HR for our company, I was the one required to notify him of the firing. I was less than cordial with him. I regret that, terribly."

"Because of what he's done to you?"

"No, because it was just a horrible way to be. I wasn't a nice person, I think." Emma seemed to be holding back tears. Jenny handed her a tissue and Emma gently patted her eyes. "He cornered me shortly thereafter and gave me an ultimatum similar to yours, except, I'm not in danger of dying." 

"What, then?" Jenny asked. "That is, if you're okay with sharing."

Emma smiled, "He did something to my brain. I don't know what because he doesn't allow me to know. I *think* he let me know in the beginning, but that privilege has been removed because of my disobedience. You see, I was rude and mean to him because I prided myself on my intelligence. So, he took that from me. Slowly throughout the week, my mind begins to stop working properly and I forget things. I forget names, places, and eventually I'll forget who I am. That is, unless I get to suck on my pink dildo. When I do, it sends a euphoric rush through my body that restores my mind and keeps me from forgetting important things."

"That’s seriously fucking sick? Does he take it with him when he leaves the house to torture you?"

"Oh, no!" Emma replied. "It stays in the drawer at home, but I'm not allowed to even look at it without his permission. It almost as though it has no power until he gives it to me. But, honestly Jenny, sucking that dildo is so amazing. There's nothing like it in the world. Well, maybe sucking his dick is close, but nothing beats my little pink boyfriend." Emma looked down at the table with a hint of sadness in her eyes, "Basically I have to become a brainless dildo sucking bimbo to avoid permanently becoming a brainless cock sucking bimbo."

Jenny sat stunned as she listened to the story. What Victor was doing to both was horrifying, but now she understood why Emma was so engrossed in sucking the pink dildo. The stability of her mind demanded that she suck it with enthusiasm and glee just as Jenny was required to swallow Victor's cum to keep her sickness away. They truly were in the same terrible situation. Instead of outwardly modifying the girls to make them into sex dolls, he had done much worse. He had changed the very essence of who they were in a way that made them dependent on him. Jenny wasn't sure how, but she had to find a way to escape, or she would lose her mind and her life as well.