A Step Too Far
Part 3: Party Favour
After about twenty minutes of driving in silence, Cathy turned her car onto a street Ashley had never seen in his life. He shivered as his anxious gaze flickered over rows of broken windows and dirty walls covered in graffiti. What kind of dodgy place was his girlfriend taking him to? The young warlock sunk back into his seat, biting his lip as Cathy pulled into a driveway. There were a few other cars parked here and he could see a couple people moving inside through the grimy windows. Really? This was where they were going?
"Stop looking so miserable, dummy." Cathy smacked his bare thigh, making him yelp in pain. "You're supposed to act happy to be here, remember?"
"Yes Cathy." Ashley whispered. He forced a sickly smile. A pink mark had already prickled up on the stinging skin where her hand had landed. It was the first time she'd ever actually hit him, but the way things were going it certainly wasn't going to be last.
"And don't say my name like that., like you're terrified of me" His girlfriend snapped. "We're going out. Call me babe or something." She paused, her lips curling. "I swear to God if you fuck this up for me I'm going to make you wish you hadn't." She glared at him, but there was something nervous in her icy eyes.
"I won't...babe." The young warlock stammered, blushing furiously just from saying that word.
Without bothering to reply, Cathy popped her door open and slipped out the car. After a moment of panicked gasping, Ashley did the same. As he squirmed off the seat, the plastic chastity cage rubbed against his pelvis, an unwelcome reminder of just what his girlfriend had been willing to do to him. Nerves had kept him soft so far, but he was dreading the moment when the thrill of wearing such girly clothes made his cock stir again. There was nowhere for it to fit!
Cathy strode for the door, taking long strides that Ashley struggled to follow. He had to fight to keep the hem of his dress down and not show off his panties. Fuck...he was such an idiot for picking something so short. If anyone saw the little bulge in his underwear and figured out he was a boy Cathy would be so furious with him!
His girlfriend stepped up to the door and rang the doorbell while he waited anxiously by her side. There was a moment's pause, then she reached out and grabbed him by the waist. He squealed in shock as she dragged him firmly into her side, pressing his body against hers.
"Hold me, idiot." She snapped in his ear. Swallowing hard, Ashley reached out an uncertain hand and gripped the side of her jacket. She scoffed, but made no other comment. Her own hand was in the small of his back, fingers digging into his side through the thin fabric of his dress.
The door swung open suddenly. Standing there was another girl, tall and tanned with bleached blonde hair. She was wearing black as well, some kind of corset laced tight over her waist and tight jeans with a studded belt.
"Cathy, you made it." The tall girl smiled. She had a lot of piercings too, five or six studs in each ear, a silver ring through her nose and one in her lip as well. Ashley swallowed, shivering in his girlfriend's grip. "Some people thought you'd stay at home."
"Hate to disappoint." Cathy laughed, but there was something strained in her voice.
"Oh and who's this?" The blonde's eyes flickered to Ashley and she smiled thinly.
"Keep it in your pants, Mel." Cathy drawled, tugging the young warlock tighter against your side. "She's my date."
"Hey there, cutie" The blonde ignored her, gazing down at Ashley. "The name's Melanie." She waved at him.
"Oh...I'm Ashley." The young warlock stammered, his voice going all high and squeaky the way it always did when he was nervous. At least that meant he sounded even more like a girl than usual.
"Just let us inside already." Cathy grunted.
"Alright, chill, I was just looking." Melanie stepped to one side, revealing a shadowy corridor with peeling wallpaper. Ashley swallowed hard. He didn't want to go inside, but his girlfriend didn't give him much of a choice. She yanked him forward with her and he had to stumble to keep up. As they passed Melanie, he felt the tall girl's gaze drift down his body.
The young warlock was led down the passageway and through into another room. The air was heavy with some strange, herbal smell he didn't recognize, and the pounding beat of music from a set of speakers made his head throb. Sprawled on the pair of ratty couches there were three other girls, all of them wearing a lot of black just like Melanie. There were more piercings on display than he'd seen in his life, and the nearest had a large tattoo of a spider on her muscled arm. Ashley swallowed nervously. He was definitely out of place here in his pretty dress.
"Hey ladies." Cathy stepped forward, dragging him along with her by the arm.
"Cathy." One of them nodded, a shorter girl with dark skin and braided hair close to her scalp. Her dark eyes flickered to Ashley and she gave him the same long, lingering look that Melanie had. "Who's the new meat?" She asked coldly.
"My girlfriend, Ashley." Cathy explained without missing a beat. "Ash, these are my friends. Charlie, Iris and Krystal." She pointed to the three in turn. All of them were looking at the young warlock now, eyes drifting over his legs and chest. He shivered, more than a little uncomfortable with these hungry stares. "Say something." Cathy hissed in his ear.
"Hi, it's um...nice to meet you." He managed to squeak, blushing red-hot.
"Fucking hell, is she for real?" Iris, a stocky girl with bigger muscles than most men, breathed in a rough voice.
"Course she is." Cathy replied hurriedly. "Now move over so we can sit too."
"You can sit right here, little Ashley." The third girl, Krystal, smirked. She was patting her lap and Ashley felt his cheeks flush at the thought. "I'll take good care of you."
"Very funny." His girlfriend snapped. No-one was laughing though, nor did anyone move over for them. With a scoff of disgust, Cathy dragged Ashley over to the one spot left. She sat down next to Krystal, then yanked the young warlock down so he landed in her lap. Remembering he was supposed to be pretending to be her girlfriend, Ashley lay back against her. He could feel how tense she was through her clothes, and there was something slightly desperate in the way her hands gripped at his waist. The young warlock swallowed, his anxious gaze flickering over the room. If she was this nervous, then where did that leave him?
"You want something to drink, Ashley?" Melanie asked from the door.
"And what about me, Mel?" Cathy chuckled, but even that sounded rather strained. "You're offering my girlfriend and not me?"
"Yeah well, Ashley's kind of cute." Melanie shrugged. "What do you bring to the table?" Cathy froze, her smile like cracked glass.
"I brought her here." She said at last.
"True and that earns you points, just not enough for me to share." Melania smirked. "You want some of my booze, roll up your girlfriend's dress a little. Show us some more skin." Cathy paused, but only for a moment. Then her hand darted down to the hem of Ashley's dress.
"Babe..." The young warlock whimpered, but as usual he was ignored. His girlfriend folded up the dress a few centimeters, baring even more of his soft, pale thighs. Beside them, Krystal leered closer, licking her lips.
"Good job, Cathy." Melanie cooed. "I'll get the usual for you, and something sweet for Ashley too." She turned and strode away down the corridor. Ashley shivered against his girlfriend. He didn't like this, the way all these scary women were staring at him. Why him anyway? Cathy was here, and she was the hottest girl he knew. Why would they be so interested in a boy playing dress-up instead?
"So girls..." Cathy began, sounding more uncertain than he'd ever heard her. "Is um...Jeanie gonna be here?"
"Later maybe, she said." Charlie replied,. "Why, you want to get back together?"
"No fucking way." Cathy shook her head. "Not after what she pulled."
"You trying to make her jealous?" Krystal drawled. "That why you brought the new girl here?"
"No." Cathy snapped, a little too venomously.
"Good, cause that wouldn't work, not with her." Krystal tossed her hair. "Plus, it'd be a shitty thing to do to little Ashley, right ladies?" There were murmurs of agreement from the other two. Ashley winced as his girlfriend held him even tighter against her body. He watched anxiously as the three others went back to drinking and chatting to each other. They were ignoring Cathy, but every now and then one would look at him, staring at his legs or chest. When he caught Krystal staring down the front of his dress, she just smiled at him like a tiger and licked her lips again, the hunger in her eyes making him shiver. A couple hours ago it would have been his dream to have a girl look at him with lust, but this was all way too much.
"Here you are, girls!" Melanie strode back into the room, carrying a tray with a tall bottle of clear alcohol on top. "Time for shots!"
"Finally you bring out the good stuff." Iris purred. The others sat straighter, watching eagerly as the tall blonde poured the bottle out into five small glasses. Ashley felt his nose wrinkle, he could smell the alcohol even from here. The girls reached forward eagerly, each of them downing the stuff in one eager swallow. Cathy got even stiffer behind him, but when Melanie handed her one she did the same, or tried to at least. She spluttered and coughed as it went down her throat. Why was she drinking this stuff anyway? She was only eighteen, right?
"And for Ashley, I'm guessing you don't have much experience with alcohol, right?" Melanie asked, fluttering her lashes at him. Ashley felt his cheeks burn, his blush spreading all the way to his hair.
"I...never tried it before." He whispered.
"Ah a virgin, just like I thought." The blonde giggled. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle with you. Here, give this a shot. It's nice and sweet, just like you." She held out another glass toward him. It was full of pink liquid.
"I don't....think I should." He shook his head. "I'm not old enough."
"Fuck, you are something else, Ashley." Melanie chuckled. "You really think anyone here cares? Come on, sugar-lips, this is your chance to live a little."
"Yeah, come on, pretty girl!" Krystal cooed. "Don't you want to have fun?" Ashley blushed again, shivering against his girlfriend. He glanced back at Cathy, hoping she'd say something and get him out of this. She was just staring at Melanie, her face strained. When she saw him looking, she nodded once, her fingers digging into his side. Ashley bit his lip. Drinking alcohol was cool, right? He'd just try one, that would keep Cathy happy. He reached out with a trembling hand and took the glass. As their fingers touched, Melanie rubbed at the back of his hand, a lingering caress that made him shiver.
He hurriedly pulled the glass back, trying to ignore the way she smiled at him. Fuck, what was with these girls? He felt like a mouse surrounded by hungry cats. What did they all want to do with him anyway? His mind raced at the possibilities, and he shivered uncomfortably in his girlfriend's lap. An unwelcome warmth tingled in his belly and he felt his dick start to twitch in the plastic of the cage. No...not now!
Desperate for the distraction, he lifted the glass to his lips and took a big gulp, just like he'd seen the girls doing. It was sweet on his tongue, but as soon as the cool liquid hit his throat it started burning like he'd just swallowed lava. He coughed and choked, tears in his eyes.
"Oh, that's okay, sugar-lips. Everyone struggles at first." Melanie sighed. "Cough it all up, come on."
"What's with you, Mel?" Cathy snapped behind the spluttering warlock. "She can't even handle one drink. It's pathetic, right? You all laughed at me when I couldn't take a shot."
"Yeah but you tried to act tough." Iris sneered. "That's what made it so pathetic."
"Exactly." Krystal reached over and started patting Ashley's back. "Ashley's too cute to get mad at." The young warlock spluttered hoarsely, struggling to clear his burning throat. She wasn't exactly doing it right. Her hand was way too low, any lower and she'd be touching his butt.
"Get off her." Cathy snarled, like an angry cat. "She's my girlfriend." She yanked Ashley closer to her, squeezing him tight under one toned arm.
"Okay, jealous much?" Krystal drawled, her eyes flashing. "I was just trying to help the poor girl, cause you clearly won't."
"Stop acting like bitches!" Iris snapped. "You're making my head hurt."
"Settle down, ladies." Charlie purred, reaching into her pocket. "I've got just the thing to distract us." She pulled out a pack of cards and tossed them on the table. "You girls ready to be cleaned out again?"
"Fuck's sake." Cathy tossed her hair. "You know I can't afford to gamble with you again. My Dad's already asking what I spent all my allowance on this month."
"You may not have money, Cathy." Melanie smiled. "But you've got something we all want." She leered at Ashley. The young warlock froze, pinned under her hungry gaze. She didn't really mean...?
"Speak for yourself." Charlie shrugged. "I don't want some skinny white bitch."
"Then the rest of us will pay if you win." Melanie continued, not missing a beat.
"You can't be serious!" Cathy spluttered, panic in her eyes. "You think I'm gonna let you fuck my girlfriend?"
"Settle down, no-one said we'd be fucking her." Krystal purred beside them. Cathy swallowed, her anxious gaze flickering between the two older girls. "We'll just be having a little fun with her. Her clothes will stay on and we'll keep it to light petting only. You can bet with time instead of cash. I'd say one minute's worth about ten bucks, right?"
"Sounds fair." Iris grunted. She gave Ashley's legs a hungry glare. The young warlock shivered. Of all these girls, he was most afraid of her. The others were at least pretending to be nice or just not interested like Charlie. Iris hadn't even looked at his face once. She just stared at his legs and chest like he was a piece of meat.
"I'm not gonna do this." Cathy snapped, and Ashley felt a brief flicker of hope. Even if he was too scared to say anything, his girlfriend would protect him! She had to! If they found out he was a boy it'd be bad for her too.
"That's no fun." Melanie purred from behind them. "Here I was thinking you finally did something cool, Cathy. Like, you were just Jeanie's boring high-school fling before, but it was starting to seem like you were really one of us. But if you're one of us, you gotta play along, right?" Cathy bit her lip, uncertainty in her eyes.
"Come on Cathy, we share our booze and weed with you all the time." Krystal took over, her voice sweet and soothing. "You can share a little too. We're all friends here, aren't we?"
"Fine." Cathy breathed, and Ashley stiffened up against her. "But there's rules, okay? You can touch her all you like but nothing under the dress. And if she says hands off, you stop what you're doing."
"Of course, we wouldn't want to do anything little Ashley's not comfortable with." Krystal cooed. She barely even tried to sound sincere.
"Cathy, please." Ashley managed to force up a strangled whimper.
"Shut the fuck up, dummy." Cathy hissed in his ear. "This is it, my chance to get in good with these girls. So you're gonna let them do what they want, but make sure no-one gets a hand under your dress and finds out what you're hiding."
"What are you two whispering about, hmm?" Melanie asked, leaning on the couch behind them.
"Just calming her down, Mel, you scared her." Cathy replied quickly. "She's still up for it, aren't you Ash?" Ashley shuddered as one of her hands dug into his side. The other had reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone. Just enough for him to see a sliver of the screen, but the threat was clear enough anyway.
The young warlock felt like crying. He was caught, no way out he could see. Even if he ran away screaming Cathy would ruin his life, and he wasn't sure these girls would let him leave anyway. Hold on, he didn't have a way home without his girlfriend's car! He was stuck in this horrible neighborhood without her!
"Yes." He squeaked. The only choice he had. All he could hope for was that these girls weren't too rough and they could leave soon.
"Good." Krystal purred, licking her lips again.
"Now we've got that settled, let's play." Charlie reached for the pack of cards and started shuffling. She dealt them out quickly and the game began. It was some kind of poker, but Ashley couldn't really follow the rules, not while he was sitting stiff on his girlfriend's lap, terrified at any moment that he was going to be tossed to one of these women.
Only, Cathy was winning, quite a lot in fact. She bet time with him, even a whole five minutes at one point, but every round she made the other girls back down or else beat their hands with hers. Even when she lost, it was only to Charlie who just took money. Soon she had a pile of dirty dollar bills on the table in front of her, and she was looking more relaxed than he'd seen her since they'd got here. Her hand was even rubbing gently at his belly as she played with the other, like she was happy with him for once. It would have been nice, but every-time she got a little low he felt his dick start to twitch in its cage and had to bite his lip to stop the erection before it got too tight to fit.
"Fuck's sake." Charlie spat, slamming down another bad hand on the table.
"That's me again, ladies." Cathy chuckled, sweeping up the pile of money with her hand.
"How are you so fucking lucky?" Iris grunted sourly.
"I don't know, guess it's just my night." Cathy smirked, patting Ashley gently on the belly. The soft silk of his dress rubbed against his skin. The young warlock squirmed, struggling not to get hard.
"She's playing to impress little Ashley, that's what it is." Krystal cooed. "I know I'd be on my game if I had something sweet in my lap."
"Come here, sugar-lips." Melanie patted her knee. "Be my good luck charm instead."
"Not unless you beat me, Mel." Cathy snapped, squeezing Ashley tighter against her. Charlie dealt again, but as his girlfriend sorted through her cards the young warlock saw Melanie nod to the others. As they began, Krystal was smiling, and Iris had a frightening gleam in her eyes, while Charlie just looked bored. Cathy started off the betting, throwing away a minute with him like it was nothing. By the time it went round there were three on the table, and a pile of money too. The hands went down and Ashley felt his stomach twist into a knot. Krystal had won.
"Yes, at last!" She clapped. "Three minutes, little Ashley." She beckoned to him with one hand. The young warlock glanced anxiously at his girlfriend, but Cathy just nodded once, her lips curled. He slipped from her lap, his heart pounding in his chest. All the girls watched as he shuffled over to Krystal. "Come, sit here." She patted her knee. Ashley held his dress firmly down and awkwardly lowered himself onto her lap. She wasn't too pretty, Cathy was much hotter and Abaraxes would have left them both firmly in the shade. All her piercings just made her look scary. "Don't be so nervous." She whispered, right in his ear. "I'm not going to hurt you."
Her lips were on his neck, and he shuddered as she kissed him there. It wasn't even a proper kiss, she was sucking and biting at his skin. Meanwhile, one of her hands rubbed his bare shoulder, while the other was down by his thighs. Her shut his eyes, struggling not to concentrate on what she was doing. This felt awful. She stank of alcohol and leather, and her heavy breaths in his ear sounded so disgusting. When she squeezed at the soft bare skin of his thigh his stomach turned. She seemed to like that part of him, because she kept going, digging her fingers into his flesh.
"Next round, starting now." Charlie called out suddenly.
"What?" Cathy gasped. "You can't expect me to play while Krystal's feeling up my girlfriend!"
"I'll sit this one out." Krystal purred. "But you've got to give the others a chance to win something for their money, okay?" She lent back down and started nibbling at his ear. Ashley shivered as her teeth closed around his soft lobe.
"Yeah, otherwise it's not fair." Melanie added. Cathy let out a disgusted sigh, but she didn't bother fighting, reaching out to sweep up her cards as Charlie dealt them. Ashley tried to concentrate on the game, desperate to learn if he was going to escape this or not, but Krystal kept pulling him back with a squeeze of his thigh or sloppy kiss of his neck. She was smelling his hair now.
"Fuck, you feel so fucking good." She growled in his ear, her voice trembling in ways that made his skin tingle. "Relax, little Ashley. I can make sure you enjoy this too." Ashley felt like screaming, but he just sat there stiff as she started rubbing at his naked thigh. Her fingers were light and teasing now, ghosting over his flesh. Try as he might to ignore them, he felt a very unwelcome tingling working its way up towards his belly. He stiffened, his dick twitching inside the cage.
"Read em and weep!" Melanie cheered. Ashley gasped in shock, his limp gaze flickering back to the four girls still gambling. Fuck, he couldn't get distracted now! The tall blonde was sweeping money off the table, while Cathy had a thunderous scowl on her face. Not good news for him. "How many minutes was that, Cathy?" Melanie smirked, giving him a cheeky wink.
"Five." Ashley felt his stomach turn at the word his girlfriend spat.
"Sorry Krystal, but your time's up." Melanie cooed with delight. "Sugar-lips is all mine now."
"Fucking bitch." Krystal scoffed, but her hands finally slipped from Ashley's body. The young warlock almost gasped in relief, before he remembered his ordeal was only beginning. At least Melanie was prettier, and she seemed to like him. He shuffled over the tall blonde, his ears burning at the hungry stares that followed him. This was starting to seem like some awful dream. It all felt too weird to be real.
As he got closer, Melanie grabbed him by the waist and yanked him forward, tugging him up against her. He was in her lap before he could think, his head spinning. Why did all these girls want to do this to him now? When he was dressed like a boy every woman ignored him but put him in a dress and it felt like they wanted to swallow him up! He whimpered softly as Melanie went for his chest, her teasing fingers finding his nipples through the thin fabric of his dress.
"Get this, ladies." She drawled. "Sugar-lips here isn't wearing a bra." Ashley stiffened, feeling his blush go volcanic. A bra! What the fuck? Why would he need a bra?
"Fuck." Krystal spat. "You mean I could have got my hands on her tits too!"
"Not much of them, I'm afraid. She's flat as a board" Melanie sighed, rubbing at his tingling nipples. Somehow she was pinching them now through the dress, squeezing the pink nubs between two fingers. The young warlock wriggled and gasped. Fuck...what the hell was she doing to him? Every little touch sent shivers down his spine, his skin all hot and tingly. His dick stiffened, and suddenly he could feel it pressing against the plastic of the cage. Pain seared up his shaft as it strained to grow, pressing tightly against its prison. He almost squealed, only just managing to swallow it by biting his lip. "Don't look so upset, sugar-lips." Melanie cooed in his ear. "We like tiny titties here too. In fact, I think it just makes you even cuter."
"Please, let me go." He whimpered, gasping for breath as another wave of pain shot up his straining dick. The awful feeling of plastic rubbing against his throbbing, sensitive head made him want to vomit.
"Sorry, but five minutes means five minutes." Melanie shook her head. "I want my money's worth." Ashley blushed again despite the pain. The way she was talking made him sound like...a stripper or something!
"Next round, ladies." Charlie grunted, slapping the pack of cards against her hand. "Stop gawping at Mel and start checking your hands or I'm gonna take everything you've got." Ashley's head was spinning. He tried to follow the game going on in front of him, but Melanie just kept teasing his nipples. She'd rub them soft at first until they got all hot and achy, then suddenly get harder, pinching and squeezing through his dress. His little nubs never felt so sensitive, and worse every rub or pinch just made his dick try even more to get hard. It was straining so much against the plastic he felt like it was going to snap off. He squirmed and wriggled, his skin flushed hot and desperate little pants escaping his wet lips.
"Fuck, you're cute. I've gotta kiss you, sugar-lips." Melanie said suddenly. Ashley opened his mouth to tell her no, but before he could even squeak her lips were pressed against his. His eyes bulged as her tongue forced its way between his teeth. This was nothing like the couple of kisses Cathy had given him that first night. She was so much more aggressive, crushing his lips between hers. Her slimy tongue flickered around his mouth, dancing over his and pressing it down. He tried to pull away, but her arm was somehow wrapped around his back, pinning him there.
She was sucking on his tongue now, and he squealed into her mouth as her teeth scraped along his soft flesh. He hated this, but his dick was still trying to get hard, and the hot fluttering in his belly showed no sign of fading. Even his nipples ached as his chest brushed against hers. Why was his body doing this? He didn't like it, he didn't! So why? His nose wrinkled, that same harsh smell of sulfur stinging at his nostrils. He felt the blood rushing past his ears, and his stomach turned.
"My turn." The low rumble of Iris' voice intruded through the pounding of his heartbeat. He froze, an icy spike of terror digging into his chest "Eight minutes."
"Sorry about this, sugar-lips." Melanie moaned as she pulled back, little strings of saliva joining their tongues. Ashley whirled his head round. He saw a big pile of money on the table, all of it in front of Iris. Krystal was biting her lip in obvious frustration, while Cathy just looked shell-shocked, a blank look on her face. What the fuck? She'd bet that much on one hand? He stared at her, desperately hoping she'd say something and save him, but she wouldn't even look at him.
"Get over here." Iris snapped. Melanie gave him a hard push and he slipped from her lap, his heart fluttering anxiously. He might not like the tall blonde very much but at least he wasn't afraid she'd snap him in half with her bare hands. Head bowed, he shuffled over to where Iris sat. The stocky girl was sitting with her legs spread wide, a hungry leer on her face as she stared at his chest. She reached out a muscled arm and he felt his stomach twist in panic. He wanted to run, but he was frozen in place, trapped like a rabbit in the jaws of a snake. The lights flickered above him and he smelt something burning, then her hand found his waist and she yanked him to her.
He found himself lying against her hard body, the sour smell of sweat filling his nostrils. Her hands were on his back, and he yelped in panic as they skated down to his butt. Breathing hotly in his face, she grabbed him there, rubbing and squeezing his cheeks through the thin fabric. Her fingers dug in, tight enough to hurt and pull the hem of his dress dangerously high. He wriggled and whimpered, fighting to keep his panties from being exposed.
"Above the dress, Iris." Krystal said suddenly, but even she sounded nervous now. "We don't want to scare her off."
"Fuck you." The stocky girl spat. "The bitch wants it. Why do you think she came here dressed like this?" She was pawing at his thighs with one hand, while the other snaked up towards the hem of his dress. He bucked against her, trying to fight her off, but she just tightened the arm holding him, crushing his waist under her bulging muscles. "Stop fighting me, you little tease." She hissed in his face, spraying him with spit.
Her hand was under his dress now, grabbing at his panties. He couldn't fight her, couldn't do anything but wait until she moved a little further in and found his caged dick. No-one was helping him. Not even Cathy said a word. Ashley felt panic claw at his throat, strangling him like a noose round his neck. His head was spinning, so much he could hardly think.
"Stop." He whimpered. "Please, not there." She didn't even reply, her hands digging into his butt through his panties. Darkness fluttered at the edges of the young warlock's vision. Why was everything so bright all of a sudden? All the lights in the ceiling were glowing white-hot, and he could smell sulfur again, even stronger this time. It stung his nostrils, almost choking him, but Iris didn't even seem to notice.
"What the fuck?" The stocky girl grunted suddenly. Ashley's stomach heaved as he suddenly felt her hand between his bare legs. She'd found him out! Her fingers probed deeper, trying to get up under his panties and touch his dick.
"No!" He screamed. There was a blinding flash and the pop of glass breaking. The room was plunged into darkness as every single light in the ceiling went dark. A shower of sparks sprayed the room and someone shrieked. Ashley yelped in panic as he was tossed off Iris and landed on the floor in a heap. He choked and spluttered, wrapping his body round his heaving stomach. His head was pounding, blood hammering at his temples with every painful beat of his heart.
"Calm down, ladies." Melanie's voice drawled. "No need to panic. Fuse must have blown, I'm guessing. Piece of shit old building. Let me fetch a flashlight and we can check the damage." She rustled around in the dark for a moment, then the white beam of a flashlight flickered over the room. "There we are. Everyone all right?" Light flickered over the faces of each girl in turn. Ashley blinked blearily as she shone it in in his eyes. "You okay down there, sugar-lips?" The blonde asked. He just whimpered in reply, his throat too sore to speak. "Man, Iris, why you always got to be so rough with them?"
"There's something off with this one." Iris growled, rising off the couch. "You, get up." She glared down at him. Ashley just lay there, trembling like a leaf. The stocky girl reached down and grabbed him hard by both shoulders. She yanked him up and he squealed in pain as her fingers dug into his skin. One of her sweaty hands held him there, while the other yanked at his dress, trying to pull it off his thighs. Even feeling like he was about to vomit, the young warlock managed to squirm away, fighting to keep the hem down over his panties.
"Come on, give the kid a break." Krystal sighed.
"Iris, stop." Cathy gasped, her voice trembling in panic. "Can't you see she's had enough? Just leave her alone."
"You, shut the fuck up." Iris snarled. "If I hear you say another word I'm going to knock your fucking teeth out."
"What's up, Iris?" Charlie was glancing between the two of them, her lips curled.
"I felt something." The stocky girl grunted furiously. "And if it's what I thought it was then that bitch just punked all of us. Fuck it." With a sour snarl she reached up, grabbed the dress with both hands and tore it from Ashley's body. The young warlock screamed as he was stripped to his panties, the few scraps of fabric dropping from his suddenly naked torso. The torch was fixed on him, white light shining on his bare skin.
"Look at you go." Melanie drawled. "Now what exactly has you so pissed off, hmmm? Cause all I see is a pretty high-school girl we could have had loads of fun with if you hadn't just scared her off for good."
"That what you see, huh?" Iris snapped. "Well get a good look at this." She grabbed Ashley by the shoulders and spun him round, so that he was facing the other girls. He couldn't even see them past the blinding light of the torch in Melanie's hand. Iris didn't stop there either. Before he could even squirm away she grabbed his panties by the hem and yanked them down with one hand, letting them drop to his feet. The young warlock froze, too overwhelmed to even think. His mind was blank, the breath caught in his lungs as seconds passed and he waited for someone, anyone to speak.
"Fucking hell." Krystal gasped at last. "Is that a...?"
"Shit, I knew it. I knew that something wasn't right." Charlie started laughing, low and rough. "You all just got the hots for a boy! Fuck, the way you were fighting over him while he's hiding a fucking dick between his legs! That's the funniest shit I've seen all week. Man, you even kissed him, Mel!"
"Shut the fuck up." Melanie snapped, her voice shaking. "What's that he's wearing on it?" The torch flickered down to his dick and he could see her face now. The tanned blonde looked absolutely furious. Her eyes were flashing as she stared between his legs, her lips curled back to bare teeth.
"What the fuck is this?" Krystal whirled round to face Cathy. Ashley could just make out his girlfriend still sitting on the couch, frozen stiff, her eyes wide with panic. "Is this your idea of a fucking joke? Answer me!"
"I'm...sorry." Cathy stammered. She sounded on the verge of tears. "I wasn't trying to trick...anyone, I promise."
"Bullshit." Melanie turned on her too. "You bring the prettiest boy I've ever seen here, all dressed and made up just the way we like, and it's supposed to be an accident? You playing games with us, is that it? You think this is fucking funny?"
"It...was all his fault." Cathy gasped, raising a trembling finger to point at Ashley. "He....um....he saw me with you girls and begged me let him come. I don't even know why. I didn't want to, I tried to stop him but he had....pictures of me, smoking weed and stuff. He said he'd show them to the police if I didn't." Ashley blinked, staring dumbly at his girlfriend. He could hardly believe what he was hearing.
"Cathy." He managed to gasp, forcing her name up his throat. She didn't even look at him. Why? Why was she doing this to him? He didn't understand...and he was shaking so much he couldn't even ask. Hot, painful tears stung in his eyes, his throat raw as he gasped for breath.
"For fuck's sake!" Iris snarled. She kicked out, slamming her foot into one of the couches. "I say we beat the shit out of both of them."
"Fuck up two high-schoolers? You want to go to prison?" Krystal shook her head. "I know you're mad, fuck I am too, but think for once. Plus, this worthless bitch is loaded, right?" She pointed venomously at Cathy. "Lord knows we stole enough of it from her. We do anything to her and the cops take notice."
"Fuck it, we take her wallet, then kick them both out of here." Melanie tossed her hair.
"That it?" Iris growled. "These two just fucking humiliated all of us!"
"Strip her too." Krystal grunted. "She can explain to Daddy why she's coming home naked."
"Girls, please." Cathy was crying now. "I didn't...please, I'm still one of you!"
"God, you're fucking dense." Melanie sneered. "Even before this, you think any of us wanted you around? Some pathetic Daddy's girl trying to act tough, whining about how your rich parents don't understand you." She raised her foot and pressed her booted heel against Cathy's chest, pinning the younger girl to the couch. "Your money was nice, and we liked how Jeanie used to pimp you out to the rest of us. Don't often get some desperate high-school slut licking my cunt. But now we've all had you eat us out enough times to get bored with it. Plus Jeanie dumped your sorry ass when you wouldn't turn more tricks for her. We'd have kicked you out anyway in a couple weeks when we'd gotten enough money out of you, but this is just the last fucking straw."
"Mel, please." Cathy whimpered. "I did everything you wanted, please!" Still standing frozen, Ashley felt a sharp pang of sympathy in spite of everything she'd done to him. He'd never heard anyone sound so broken.
"Don't say another word, bitch." Krystal lent over her other side, her voice cold and vicious. "Or I swear to God I'll cut you." She reached down and yanked off Cathy's jacket, leaving the younger girl wearing only a t-shirt. "Nice, I'll keep this." She slipped it on over her own shoulders. Cathy was just sitting there sobbing, not even trying to fight. Iris was watching the show too, lips curled into a sour scowl, and the young warlock took his chance to reach down and pull his panties back up over his caged dick. His dress was torn to shreds, but at least it was something.
The young warlock straightened, shivering and almost naked but for his socks and underwear. He stared over at Cathy's sobbing face, watching her cry and shiver as Melanie pulled off her black boots. She looked so miserable, nothing like the scary girl who'd forced him to dress up like this and come here.
He hated her, he realized suddenly. There was nothing left of the puppy-love he'd once felt for her, that longing, aching crush carried for years from when they'd played together as kids. She'd killed it all, with that last awful pathetic lie. He wanted to turn and run away, leave her to be abused by these cruel girls. After everything she'd done to him, it was more than she deserved. Only that wasn't right. Just because he hated her, didn't mean he was able to stand by and watch her suffer. He had to be better....he had to be.
"Leave her alone." The young warlock snapped. He was shocked at how strong his voice sounded, and how he was able to keep his legs from shaking as the four older girls turned to glare at him. "Just let her go. Let us both go. We'll leave and you'll never see us again." Iris stiffened, rage flashing in her beady eyes. Ashley's heart thumped with panic. He was sure she was going to hit him. Just as she turned on him the flashlight flared bright white and he smelt that same hint of sulfur. Melanie squealed in shock, dropping the torch on the floor at her feet. The girls froze as their one source of light rolled away, flickering uncertainly.
"That's it!" Melanie snarled, making a wild grab for the flashlight. "Just get these two out of my fucking house already! I'm done with this!"
"Get up, worthless cunt." Krystal yanked Cathy up by the shoulder. The younger girl was wearing only her t-shirt and black jeans now, the rest of her clothes lying in a heap on the floor. She was still sniffling and sobbing, and she didn't even try to fight when she was pushed towards Ashley."Here, have her back, prick." Krystal snarled. "I swear to God, I see either of you ever again, I'm going to kick the shit out of you."
"You won't, I promise." Ashley stammered. He grabbed Cathy's shoulder, struggling to support her weight, and started pulling her towards the door. They needed to leave, now, before one of these girls decided to beat them up anyway. Fuck, why was she making her drag him? Why was she acting so pathetic all of a sudden? So it turned out the people she'd thought were friends were actually just using her! So sad! What she'd just done to him was a hundred times worse as far as he was concerned.
He managed to drag the sobbing girl down the corridor and out into the cold air. As soon as they were through the door, Krystal slammed it shut behind them. Ashley found himself standing almost naked on an empty porch, with Cathy still leaning limply on his shoulder. He was shivering, cool wind whipping past his bare skin. They had to get back in the car, now, before someone else walked past and saw them.
The young warlock pulled his former friend down into the driveway and up to the side of her car. Fuck, he hoped those girls hadn't taken her keys too.
"Come on, Cathy, where are your keys?" He shook her shoulder. "You've got to drive us home."
"Drive you home?" She raised her head, staring at him for the first time in what felt like hours. There was a wild look in her tear-filled eyes that made him gasp. "Are you fucking kidding me? All I needed was for you not to fuck up for once in your worthless life, but you couldn't even manage that, could you?" Still...even after everything that happened, she was still acting like this! Ashley felt something snap inside him.
"Shut up!" He screamed in her face. "You let them do that to me! It was all your fault! If you hadn't agreed to that stupid game none of this would have happened! And didn't you hear what she told you? None of them fucking liked you anyway!"
"How dare you? Pathetic, skinny little freak!" She pulled out her phone. Her hands were shaking as she frantically typed something, bringing up every single picture she'd taken of him over the past week. "See this! This is me ruining your fucking life!" Her thumb hovered over the screen, ready to send them off to whoever. She hesitated though, and it wasn't hard to guess why. She was trying to hold it over him again, make him do something else. Only he was done with that, done with her!
"Send the fucking pictures, see if I care." The young warlock scoffed. "You think my life can get any worse?" Her thumb pressed down and he just shrugged. It was going to be bad when everyone in school saw those photos, but right now he couldn't give less of a shit.
"Oh yes it can, Ash. It can get so much worse for you." She murmured hotly, panting for breath. Her hand dipped into her pocket and she pulled out a little silver key. "Know what this is, freak?" The young warlock glanced down at his panties, a sudden cold nervousness settling in his belly. "That's right. It's the key to your little cage. Without this, how you ever going to get it off?" She laughed coldly. Ashley jumped forward, trying to grab for the key, but she was still taller and stronger than he was. With a casual flick of her wrist she tossed the tiny piece of metal away. It disappeared into the dark, too small for him to follow. "Oh and by the way, idiot, you left your phone in my car." She shoved him hard as he was still trying to steady himself. He landed in a heap on the driveway, yelping out as his knees scraped on concrete.
His head flew up at the sound of the car door opening. She wouldn't! There was no way, not even she could be so awful! He just caught a glimpse of her face, lips drawn tight into an awful snarl, then the door slammed shut behind her and the engine started purring. Ashley scrambled to his feet, wincing at the sharp shock of pain in his knee. He made a grab for the side of the car, but it was already moving. The tires squealed as Cathy slammed down on the gas, and then his only way home tore away from him, turning back onto the street and driving away.
For a moment, Ashley just stood there. He couldn't believe what had just happened. Even after all the awful things she'd done to him, how could she just leave him here? Surely she was going to turn her car around, pull it back up and let him in? He waited for a few minutes, feeling the cold air tingle on his naked skin and hot blood oozing down his injured knee. Only there was nothing. The road in front of him was dark and empty. Cathy had driven away, and she wasn't going to come back for him.
Ashley collapsed, his legs giving way underneath him. He was alone, almost naked, with no idea where the fuck he was and a cage locked on his dick he couldn't get off. She'd taken his phone so he couldn't even call the cops, and going back to those awful girls had no chance of ending well for him. He shivered, remembering how scary this neighborhood had looked just driving through. If he knocked on one of these doors, was there anyone here who'd help him? He raised his tear-filled gaze and stared into the cold, unforgiving night. What the fuck was he supposed to do now?