When Jake had kissed Madison before, she had been passionate, yes, but the kisses had been teasing, playful, mischievous.  Even as he kissed her, he had known that it was a test, a game, a battle for control.

 

Now, as he kissed his beautiful red-haired cousin in the darkened parking lot - with her naked, her face streaked with tears, her breathing quick and shallow from her narrowly-averted rape - it was something else.  She was kissing him as if she *needed* to kiss him, needed it more than she needed to be able to breathe.  It was desperate and honest, and as her tongue pushed eagerly into his mouth, and as her bare tits pressed against Jake’s chest, he felt his cock becoming rock hard.

 

And for the first time ever, he could *see* Madison, using his power.  Her barriers were down, broken by fear and emotion.  Her own power was exhausted, from three high-intensity leashings back to back.  (And just the thought of using his power three times in a row gave Jake a twinge of anticipatory migraine.)

 

He could see, now, that Madison was much more confused about her own sexuality than he had ever imagined.  She liked girls - fantasised about girls - but she was far too embarrassed about being labelled a lesbian to actually date one.  (And… was that a fantasy about *Amy* that he saw buried away, deep in her mind?  It was gone before Jake could see…)

 

But she liked boys much more than girls.  She longed for a boyfriend - even as every part of her daily experience told her that boys were immature, untrustworthy shits.  She didn’t want a rapist troll like Isaac, or some half-assed college boy who didn’t know what he wanted.  She longed - she *needed* to be dominated, by a man worth being dominated by.  She might have found such a partner among older men, but she had no daddy issues, and was stuck with the reality that the age-appropriate trustworthy leading man she dreamed of may never be more than a fantasy.

 

Jake could see that Madison wanted him - was genuinely attracted to him, despite her protestations - and was prepared to flirt with him.  But part of her still saw him as a kid - and every time Jake fucked up, he reinforced that opinion - and she would never truly be serious with him until she saw him as someone worthy of submitting to.

 

There was no such hesitation in her now, however.  Madison may have just broken Isaac like a complete badass, but she had done it while shaking with fear and shame and violation, and now that Isaac was gone, she had nothing left to keep her standing.  She needed to be looked after, to be cared for, to be made safe, and she would do anything to get it.  If Jake had told her that she had to fuck him, or else he would leave her alone and naked on the street, he had no doubt she would fuck him, and thank him for the opportunity.

 

If Jake had wanted, he could reach out and use the Leash on her.  He could make her crave exactly this feeling of complete vulnerability and helplessness, just as she had done to Isaac.

 

He didn’t want it.  The thought of Madison choosing to submit to him was extremely erotic.  The thought of *forcing* her to - and particularly of making her *weaker*, permanently - was nauseating.

 

He kissed her, and it was the best kiss of his life, but after a while, with regret, he broke it off.

 

He leaned back, and pulled off his school jacket.

 

“Put this on,” he told her.  Madison’s shirt and bra had been ruined by Isaac, but even at 18, Jake was a little taller than Madison, and when she put on his jacket, it not only covered her perfect breasts, but came down low enough to mostly cover her cunt and ass.  

 

As she zipped it up, Jake collected up Madison’s other clothes.  Her panties were ruined, but the tough denim of her jeans was still fine, and she was able to wiggle them up her legs and button them at the waist, leaving her in a state where she could pass in public without comment.

 

Of her shoes - which Madison said had been a pair of sandals - there was no sign.  Perhaps Isaac had thrown them into the darkness.

 

“We need to get you home,” said Isaac.

 

Madison gave a short, barking laugh.  “To *my* house?  No way.  My mom’s not an idiot, she’ll want to know why my make-up is ruined and I’m wearing my cousin’s jacket.  Let’s go to yours.”

 

Jake looked at her sharply, and Madison said, “Oh, shit, I didn’t mean to imply - I meant that your mom’s nicer.  About stuff like this.”

 

“You mean she’ll ask *me* about it, after you’re gone,” said Jake.  “And it’ll be *me* making up some bullshit instead of you.”

 

Madison wrapped an arm around him for support.  “That is exactly what I mean,” she said.  “Come on, my car’s just down the street a little.”

 

“Can you drive?” asked Jake, dubiously.

 

“Well, I’m sure as shit not letting *you* drive,” she replied.  “So yeah, let’s say I’m fine.”

 

===

 

They drove in silence, Madison concentrating on the road.  But when they reached Jake’s house, they found friends already waiting for them.

 

Amy and Daniela were sitting in the lounge with Jake’s mom, awkwardly drinking from cups of tea and attempting small talk. They bounced to their feet with relief when Jake came in.

 

“Oh, and here’s Madison too,” said Jake’s mom.  “How nice to have you all here.”  

 

She shot Jake a look that told him she hadn’t missed the fact that Madison was barefoot, tear-streaked and clad in Jake’s jacket, and that he would have explaining to do later.

 

“Oh, yeah, thanks for looking after these two, mom,” said Jake.  “We might all - uh - go upstairs for a bit.”

 

His mother smirked.  “Three girls in your bedroom at once, Jake?  My, you are growing up fast.”

 

Jake blushed (as did Amy), and all four of them hurried away to Jake’s bedroom.

 

Daniela was fidgeting anxiously by the time they were all seated - Madison lying on the bed, Jake and Amy seated on the bed beside her, and Daniela on Jake’s computer chair.

 

“I did what you asked, sir,” Daniela said, finally.  “I asked Amy where she would feel safe, and she said here.”

 

Jake stared at her blankly for a moment, knowing that there was subtext that he was missing.  Then, finally, it dawned on him.

 

“Thank you, Daniela,” he told her.  “You’re a very good girl.”

 

Daniela flushed bright red to be talked to like that in front of the other two girls - but a good part of that flush was the flush of pleasure.  She had been waiting for Jake to be pleased with her, craving his approval like an addict, and finally receiving it was the best part of her afternoon.

 

“Will someone tell me what’s going on now?” asked Amy.  “What’s happened?”

 

Jake told the story - from being seen by Gwen and Isaac at lunch, through to his confrontation after school and being locked in the storage shed, being rescued by Daniela and Miss Weaver, and then getting to the old theatre in time to save Madison.  

 

He played down how close Madison had come to being raped, and omitted details when it came to how Madison had been stripped nude. But Amy and Daniela needed only to look at Madison’s streaked mascara and the way she huddled on the bed against the wall to draw their own conclusions.  He also skipped over Madison leashing Isaac, saying only that she “got her revenge”.

 

Of course, some of this still raised new questions for Daniela.

 

“So Gwen thought you were being creepy around her,” she asked Jake.  “What, just because you’re hanging out with me?  That’s paranoid, even for an insane bitch like her.”

 

“Well, she wasn’t *entirely* wrong,” said Madison, from the corner, before Jake could squeeze her leg and warn her.

 

“What do you mean?” asked Daniela.  Then her eyes widened. 

 

“Wait - was she *right*?  You actually *are* trying to fuck with her?”

 

And then wider still as she looked at Jake in horror.

 

“Was this - us - me - did you start talking to me just to fuck with Gwen?  Just because I’m her *maid*?”

 

Her voice had risen to a shrill pitch, and Jake winced.

 

“Well, at first…” he admitted.  “I mean, we wanted you to help us…”

 

“Did you train me to… like you…” – she lowered her voice in an embarrassed whisper - “to *submit* to you… just to make me help you hurt Gwen?”

 

“Not just…” began Jake.

 

But Daniela had already picked up a book from Jake’s shelf, and she threw it at his head, hard.

 

“Ow!” Jake complained.

 

“You fucking *bastard*,” spat Daniela.  And to Jake’s horror and shame, he saw she was crying.

 

She threw another book at his head.  Jake tried to dodge, but her aim was good.

 

“I thought…” she said - and paused for a choking sob - “I thought you actually *liked* me.”

 

“I did!” said Jake.  “I do!  I - Daniela, I didn’t really know you before, but you’re - you’re really hot, and…”

 

“Hot?” asked Daniela.  “You thought you’d use me *and* fuck me, did you?”

 

She pitched another book at him.

 

“I know you don’t approve of this, you little dick,” she said.  “And I don’t fucking care.  I’ll go miserable my entire life rather than make *you* happy again.”

 

And there was a little quiver in her voice, because she knew - just as Jake knew - that this was a lie.  She could hate him more than anything on Earth, and eventually she would crawl back to him, desperate for his approval.  Because of what he had done to her.

 

“I can’t believe I obeyed you,” she said.  “I can’t believe I *wanted* to serve a man.  After… after everything.”

 

“Tell her the rest, Jake,” said Madison, from the bed.

 

Jake didn’t dare.  She would kill him.  Worse, she wouldn’t *like* him anymore.

 

“I could say ‘tell her the rest, or I will’,” said Madison.  “But I’m not going to.  I’m not your keeper.  You’re going to tell her the rest because I know you’re better than this.”

 

And she was right.  So Jake did.  He told her everything.

 

Daniela sat in silence and listened.  She didn’t throw any more books until he was done.  She accepted his story of inherited mind control powers without disbelief - because she could feel it, in her own head, and now that she knew what it was it was obvious.  She had said and done things that felt out of character for her.  She had had new sexual urges that had appeared from nowhere.  And now she knew it had been Jake.  Jake and the Silver Leash.

 

When it was done she was crying.  They were quiet tears - no loud sobs - but her shoulders were shaking, and her face was covered in moisture.  And Jake realised that he was crying too.  

 

“Do you know what the worst part is?” she asked, when he was done.  “The dumbest, stupidest part?  It’s that I hate Gwen Love, and her whole asshole family.  And if you had just come to me and said you wanted to fuck her up, I would have been 100% on board from day one.  This whole mind control submission thing wasn’t just *wrong*, it was completely fucking unnecessary, Jake.”

 

“I’m sorry,” said Jake, blinking against his tears.  “I’m so, so sorry.  I’m still getting used to this power - but that’s no excuse.  I knew what I was doing.  I wanted to do it - I wanted to use the power, particularly on a gorgeous girl like you, and I came up with an excuse that let me do it.  It was wrong, and I shouldn’t have, and I’ve taken advantage of you, and I’m so sorry.”

 

She looked at him.  “Fuck off with your apology,” she said.  ‘You messed with my *mind*.”

 

There was a long, awkward silence in the room.

 

Finally, Daniela said, “And I hate it, but - I’ll still help.  You may be a dickwipe, Jake, but these other girls aren’t.  And Gwen Love genuinely is a menace.  She needs to be taken down.  So go ahead.  What happens now?”

 

(TO BE CONTINUED)