It was Amy’s job to watch the cameras.  

 

She did it from Jake’s house, because Jake had a better desktop computer, and that meant that every day Amy would come home from school with Jake, and come up to his bedroom, and sit at Jake’s computer, and scroll through the footage from the secret cameras that Daniela had planted in the Love household.

 

“Don’t you have homework you need to do?” asked Jake on the first such day, the Monday following the weekend on which Daniela had installed the cameras and Madison had met with Isaac.  He was sitting on his bed doing his own homework on his school laptop while Amy worked.

 

“Checking the footage will only take me until dinner,” said Amy.  “I’ll have dinner with you, then go home and do my homework.  It’s hard to get to sleep until my dad goes to bed anyway.”

 

Amy was referring to her father’s violent temper.  Jake had often heard yelling coming from Amy’s house late at night, and he knew that her father had a drinking problem.  He had never seen any bruises on Amy to indicate that her father had hurt her - but he remembered what he had once seen in Amy’s mind about her father staring at her breasts with sexual interest…

 

“Amy,” he said cautiously, “are things… all right for you at home?”

 

She looked over at him, and there was affection in her expression, but also a deep sadness.

 

“It’s nothing I can’t manage, Jake,” she said.  “Don’t worry about me.  We should stay focused on the plan.”

 

Jake tried again.

 

“Amy,” he said.  “You know… I’ve got powers now.  And Madison.  Gwen Love is a bitch, but if your father is hurting you…”

 

Amy got up from the computer, walked across from the bed, took the laptop out of Jake’s hands and put it to one side, and then sat in front of him.

 

“Jake,” she said.  “It means the world to me that you care about me, but you absolutely *cannot* go trying your power on my father, or anyone else in my life, okay?  And that goes for Madison too.  Just… leave it alone.”

 

Jake threw up his hands.  

 

“Fine,” he said.  “I just don’t like the thought of anyone treating you badly.”

 

She leaned in and kissed him lightly on the lips.

 

Jake jerked away.

 

“Jesus, Amy,” he said.  “You know I want that, but… the Leash… I could accidentally…”

 

She pouted.

 

“I thought you were practicing with Madison,” she said.

 

Jake blushed.

 

“Practice with Madison happens on Madison’s schedule,” he said.  “She spends more time insulting me than kissing me.”

 

“So force her,” said Amy.

 

“What, with the Leash?” said Jake.  “No.  Gross.”

 

She wrinkled up her face.

 

“No, you dummy,” she said.  “Like grab her hair.  Push her down.  You know she wants that, right?”

 

“Madison?” said Jake.  “No, she’d kill me if I tried something like that.”

 

“She absolutely would, if she didn’t want it,” said Amy.  “So you know that if you try, and she doesn’t kill you, then she wants it.  And she *does* want it, Jake.”

 

Jake suspected that Amy was right.  Madison had given him more than enough suggestion that she wanted him to take charge - to be *masterful* with her.  But he also remembered the way she had laughed when he had tried to dominate her and done it poorly.

 

He shrugged.  “Maybe,” he allowed.

 

Amy pouted again.  “Well, hurry up and work it out,” she said.  “Because I want you to dominate *me*.  I want you to… just grab my tits and squeeze them so hard it hurts.  Put your hand on my neck.  Hold me down…”

 

Jake felt his cock growing stiff just hearing those words.

 

“I keep thinking that I don’t care if you Leash me, if you accidentally give me a fetish for being some kind of fuck toy,” said Amy.  “It would be worth it.”

 

“That’s the Leash talking…” began Jake.

 

Amy punched him on the arm.

 

“It is not, and you know it,” she said.  “I *want* you, Jake.  And I know you want me.  And you need to get over yourself - and get this power of yours under control - so that you can have me.”

 

He did.  He absolutely did.  

 

Maybe he had practiced enough.  Maybe he had it under control already.  Amy’s tits looked so big and inviting, bulging beneath her school uniform.  He could reach out and grab them, and squeeze them, and pull her close, and kiss her, and….

 

… and he could already feel the Leash uncoiling, reaching towards Amy’s mind.  He could see the ember of her lust glowing within her.  He could sense that she was as aroused as he was, eager to please him, eager to be violated.  He could link the ember of lust to this idea of him *forcing* her, and…

 

… and he would forfeit the right to ever claim he *deserved* her affection.

 

Reluctantly, he pulled away.

 

“Fine,” he said.  “I’ll practice with Madison.  I’ll *make* her practice with me.”

 

Amy bit her lip.

 

“Good,” she said.  “And… just know that I’ll be getting hot just *thinking* about you practicing with her.”

 

*That* was the Leash talking.  But a Leash she had asked him to give her - a kink for Jake being with other girls.

 

Reluctantly, Amy returned to the desktop computer, and Jake went back to his homework.

 

But soon afterwards Amy spoke up.

 

“Jake,” she said.  “You should see this.”

 

Jake looked up, and Amy turned the desktop screen to face the bed.

 

The cameras they had planted were good.  The scene showed Gwen Love’s bedroom in colour, and in reasonable resolution.  This particular view was from the camera near Gwen’s study desk.

 

Gwen and her boyfriend Isaac had just entered her bedroom.  They were standing near Gwen’s bed and kissing.

 

“This is happening right now,” said Amy.  She got up and came to sit on the bed next to Jake.  Jake put his laptop aside.

 

The cameras didn’t record sound, so the scene was silent, but the couple on screen were clearly passionate and lustful.  Issac was unbuttoning Gwen’s school blouse, and as they watched he finished with the buttons and shrugged it over her shoulders to reveal her pink bra.  Then he began unhooking the bra from behind.

 

When the bra came off, Isaac stepped back, and the camera caught a perfect view of Gwen’s perfect, petite nude tits.

 

Jake felt his cock straining against his pants.

 

“You know,” said Amy, “this is the point where we are actually, unambiguously committing a crime.”

 

Jake sighed.  “She deserves it, though,” he said. “She deserves to have people watching her naked without her knowing.”

 

Amy smiled.  “Absolutely,” she said.  “That bitch has it coming.”

 

She looked down at the tent in his pants, and reached out one hand to stroke it.

 

Jake groaned.

 

“Amy, no…” he protested.

 

“Don’t think about me,” she said.  “Think about Gwen.  Pretend it’s just an object that’s touching you.”

 

Jake took a deep breath - and found that Amy was right.  If he didn’t look at Amy, if he tried to forget she was a living, breathing desirable woman, and instead thought about her hand as some sort of sex toy - and if he looked at Gwen, and filled his mind with the image of her naked tits - then the Leash stayed dormant.

 

Amy squeezed his cock through his pants.

 

“Do you like this?” she purred.

 

“Amy, I can’t do it if you talk,” he said.  “You’re right.  It only works if I ignore you.”

 

“Oops,” she said, and after that, she was quiet.  But her hand continued to squeeze Jake’s dick.

 

Isaac had taken off his own shirt, and now he was uncinching Gwen’s skirt.  Her skirt dropped away, and he went to pull down her panties.

 

But at this point Gwen stepped away, and said something.  Without microphones, Jake had no idea what she was saying.

 

Amy could read lips, though.

 

“I’ve told you before,” she translated in a whisper, “you’re not taking my virginity.”

 

“Fuck,” said Jake.  “She’s a virgin?”  He had assumed that a girl as attractive as Gwen - and one with as virile a boyfriend as Isaac - had already had sex many times.

 

On the screen, Isaac responded by taking his cock out of his pants.  It was erect, and Amy gave a little gasp.

 

But he said something as he did it.  His face was turned away from the camera, so even lip reading couldn’t help, but Gwen’s response was immediate and dramatic.  She took a shocked little half-step away, and crossed her hands over her breasts.

 

“He’s called her fat,” said Jake.  “Like Madison told him.  Suggested she’s putting on some weight.  Maybe called her chubby.”

 

Isaac said something else, and Gwen ran to the full-length mirror against one wall to look at her body.  The camera caught her reflection in the mirror - and was that a tear welling in one eye?  It was.

 

Isaac came up to stand behind her, his erect cock poking at her butt.  He reached around and took one of her tits in each hand and cupped them, as if weighing them.

 

He spoke again, and this time the movements of his mouth were captured in the mirror.

 

“Don’t worry,” translated Amy.  “I like my girls on the chunky side.”

 

She squeezed Jake’s dick again, and began pumping it through his pants.  Jake gasped.

 

Gwen looked so hot, nude but for her panties, staring in the mirror at her exposed tits.  She *was* crying now.  He could see a tear running down her cheek.  Crying made Gwen prettier.  Sexier.

 

Jake became acutely aware of how much *he* wanted to make Gwen cry.  To see her nude and humbled and weeping in front of him.  He knew, now, just how erotic that would be.

 

Except he supposed that he *had* caused this.  It was his plan - his, and Amy’s, and Madison’s, and Daniela’s - that had put Gwen in this position.

 

Isaac spoke again.

 

“Suck my dick, baby,” he said - with Amy lipreading.  “Don’t worry, I won’t make you swallow my cum.  You don’t need the extra weight.”

 

Gwen struggled against him then, trying to pull away, but it was half-hearted.  Isaac grabbed her tits, and pulled on them, guiding her back towards the bed.  He sat on the edge of the bed with his legs spread, and pushed Gwen onto her knees between them.  Then he grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her face towards his cock.

 

They watched as Gwen opened her mouth submissively and began to suck her boyfriend’s dick.

 

Amy stopped pumping Jake’s cock long enough to unbutton his pants, pull down his underpants, and pull his cock out into the open.  She wrapped a hand around his shaft and began to pump.

 

“Amy…” protested Jake.

 

“Sssh,” said Amy.  “I’m an object, remember?  Think about Gwen sucking your cock.”

 

Jake moaned, and said - blushing - “If you keep doing that, I’m going to make a mess.”

 

Amy let go of his dick.

 

“Hang on,” she said.  

 

She did something beside him - something Jake didn’t dare look at, for fear of Leashing her - and a moment later she was wrapping a piece of cloth around his dick.

 

He looked down.

 

It was Amy’s panties.

 

He almost ejaculated right then and there.

 

“Ignore it and think about Gwen,” purred Amy, and she resumed pumping his cock.  The tip of his cock wiped pre-cum against the cotton of Amy’s panties on every stroke.

 

The Gwen on screen was nothing like the haughty princess Jake knew from school.  She was kneeling, mostly nude, embarrassed by her body, and crying, while her boyfriend used her face as a masturbatory aid.  He had two handfuls of her hair, and used them to pump her up and down on his cock.  Her tears were dripping onto his cock, and there was a bubble of snot visible in her nose.

 

“Fuck,” moaned Jake.  He was going to cum.  It wasn’t just watching Gwen in a pornographic act.  It was also the fact she didn’t know he was watching.  The violation of her privacy made it hotter.  She was his private sex-film, and she didn’t even know it.  It was illegal - and arguably unethical - and he didn’t care because Gwen was a bitch and she deserved this.  This, and so much more.

 

Jake wondered if Isaac was as turned on by Gwen’s tears as he was.  Certainly Isaac didn’t take long.  After a while of fucking Gwen’s face, he abruptly moaned, pulled her off his dick, and then began masturbating, aiming at her face.  Seconds later, ropes of cum spurted from his cock, and splattered across Gwen’s face and tits.

 

She recoiled, and got up immediately, running straight to her desk, where she kept facial wipes.  

 

And that motion gave the camera a perfect shot of Gwen, naked from the waist up, her face streaked with tears, covered with her boyfriend’s semen.  They would go back later and isolate that shot, and save it - documenting the version of Gwen that they hoped to make the default version of her in the future.

 

When Jake saw that image, he felt himself cum too, and soon he was spurting his own cum into Amy’s panties.

 

“Fuck,” he moaned.  “Gwen.  You fucking slut…”

 

When he was done, he was breathing heavily, and Amy’s panties were soaked with his sperm.  Only now did he dare look at her - and he was amazed and gratified to see her eyes shining with pleasure.  She had enjoyed giving him this pleasure almost as much as he had enjoyed receiving it.

 

“Thank you, Amy,” he whispered.

 

She bit her lip.  “You’re most welcome.  And… Jake?”

 

“Yes?” he said.

 

“I’m about to do something,” she said.  “And I want you to Leash me.  Give me this fetish.  Because I want to do it and… it’ll feel even better if I’m Leashed to it.  You understand?”

 

“I shouldn’t…” said Jake.

 

“I already want to, Jake,” said Amy.  “You’ll just be making it better.  Understand?”

 

Jake nodded, although he didn’t really.  But he did a moment later.

 

Smiling, Amy raised her panties to her lips - and extended her tongue, and licked Jake’s cum from them.

 

Now he understood.  And he knew he shouldn’t.  He shouldn’t use the Leash unless he had to.  There was no way to undo it.

 

But Amy said she wanted it.  And now that Jake knew what she was asking, *he* wanted it to.  He wanted to do that to her.  He wanted to be like that.

 

And so, before he could second-guess himself, he reached out and connected the Leash.

 

CLICK.

 

Arousal.  Pleasure.  The taste of Jake’s cum.

 

The connection was made in Amy’s mind - forever.

 

Her eyes rolled back in her head as a wave of pure pleasure hit her - and her tongue eagerly snaked out to lick more sperm from her panties.

 

He watched her as, like a hungry cat lapping at milk, she licked every last drop of his semen out of her underwear.  And when she was done, she looked down at his still-exposed dick hungrily.

 

Quickly, Jake tucked himself away.

 

“There is no way I could control myself with your mouth on my cock,” he said.

 

Amy closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

 

“You’re right,” she said. 

 

Another deep breath.

 

“But your cum tastes so *good*,” she added.

 

Jake laughed.  “That’s just as well, because you’d want to eat it now whether it tasted good or not,” he said.

 

There was a silence.  Amy looked at the wet panties in her hand, realised that she couldn’t put them back on, and instead wadded them up and stuffed them in her schoolbag.

 

“It worked,” she said, as she did so.

 

“The Leash?” said Jake.  “Yeah, you’ve got that kink now.”

 

She shook her head.  “No, dummy,” she said.  “What Madison did with Isaac.  It worked.  He criticised her weight and she *immediately* broke down.  She’s really insecure about her body.  It might not have worked coming from just anybody, but from her boyfriend - and while she was mostly naked - was enough to really hurt her.”

 

“That might be enough of a crack for me to Leash her,” said Jake.  “If I can just get her to feel like that - or even a bit like that - at school.”

 

But there was one more step before they were ready for that - one final, dangerous step.

 

Because tomorrow, Daniela was going back to the Love house.

 

(TO BE CONTINUED)