Edge

Author's notes on Edge

Firstly, allow me to thank everyone who has taken time out of their busy lives to read my work, and for all the support you've provided. Writing these stories is something that I love. Incidentally, having other folks read and enjoy them is immensely gratifying. I sincerely appreciate your willingness to share in the strange and dirty worlds I create, and I fervently hope that I can continue to produce more and more of this content as the years roll on. I cannot express to you how much it means to have you all as part of this.

Edge is the 8th installment of the DomCo series of stories, which started with the massive tome of filth that is The Second Place Sister. Writing that book, I had only a vague idea of how much this series would grow, and how many different forms it would take. The DomCo series, as of this writing, encompasses three novels (including this one), three novellas, and the ongoing serial Reluctant Suckslut.

Edge is a bridge novel in the DomCo series of stories. As with the other DomCo stories, this work can be read as a stand-alone story. However, this book connects the first part of the series with the upcoming conclusion, and there are certain portions that will be more satisfying to read if you enter into it with some prior knowledge of events that have taken place in the lives of the cameo characters. Several of the characters from previous stories make appearances in this book. By way of recommendation, reading the following works will provide a basis for understanding of some of the events that take place in Edge.

The Second Place Sister: Edge appearance by John Hamlin. An introduction to Recoder technology.

Korrupting Kayla, Book One: A wider understanding of the DomCo company

Love, Lust, and Erin: Edge appearance by Dave Marrin, Erin, an introduction to Halo technology, and the first mention of the Male Rights Bill (Biological Imperative Grant for Instinctively Necessary Copulation or Coitus, BIGFINCOC.)

Doppelgänger: Edge appearance by Angela Eller, references to The Other Side, and an introduction to Anti-Recoder Serum.

Curious about the fate of Harmony, the lusty redhead from NewYou, and a victim of the Recoder gone wrong? This book reveals her unfortunate future.

That said, I hope that you'll enjoy the story of Edge. As with all my stories, I endeavor not to write the same thing more than once. I really enjoy trying new angles on erotica, attempting to keep things dirty, exciting, fun, and a touch dark. This book is no exception. Thank you again. Enjoy this and the stories still to come.

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Intro: Hush, Hush

Jenna read the whacky spam message in her inbox and rolled her eyes.

"Hush, hush..." read the title, and below this a picture of a set of full, pouty lips, one finger over them in the universal sign for quiet. Below the picture, a hyperlink stated, "Click here to see the future!"

Jenna deleted the email and went on with her life. Fucking spammers.

Chapter One: The Package

At the end of the school day, Jenna slid behind the wheel of her car and buckled herself in. Her phone pinged, muted by the thick leather of her purse. She pulled it out, swiped down the notifications, and opened the text message. The warning from her carrier at the top of the screen read, "This message may be spam."

"Hush, hush..." read the title, and below this, a picture of a set of full, pouty lips, with a gag ball pressed between them, showing even, white teeth. Below the picture, a hyperlink stated, "Click here to see the future!"

Jenna sighed and deleted the message, put the phone away, and went on with her life. Fucking spammers. She started the car and drove home. Less than thirty minutes later, she arrived home, parked the car, and went inside. The sounds of gunfire greeted her, loud in the living room. Her brothers, she knew. She looked in, saw the two of them seated on the couch, playing out an intense sci-fi battle on their PlayStation.

"Hey," Jenna called.

The two boys called back, "Hey, Jen," in unison, but didn't look up.

Jenna went to the kitchen, pulled some water from the fridge, and then crossed to the table to look at the small pile of mail. She found a little package addressed to her, along with a few pieces of college junk mail. She tossed the junk mail in the recycling and looked at the little package curiously. A variety of stickers were plastered across the brown-paper-covered box, giving the indication that the package had passed through a number of different countries before arriving at her home. The address label looked like it was written in Chinese, or something. She took the package up to her room with her.

Tossing her purse on the bed, Jenna sat at her computer desk, cut the tape on the package with a box knife, and opened it. Inside lay an object wrapped in black paper and sealed with a sticker showing a picture of full, pouty lips, a finger over them in the universal sign for quiet. Jenna swallowed. Okay, this is a little creepy, she thought, as she removed the object from the box. She unwrapped the paper and uncovered a red gag ball with a black strap. Her heart froze. What the fuck?

Her phone pinged, making her jump. Jenna set the package on the desk, went to her purse, and fished out her phone. She swiped down the notifications, clicked the email message, and read the title.

"Hush, hush..." read the title, and below this, a picture of a set of full, pouty lips, and between them a thick strip of black cloth. Below the picture, a hyperlink stated, "Click here to see the future!"

She clicked the button for, "Report Spam," felt a little better, and went on with her life. The small package, she tossed into the trash can.

Chapter Two: It Cums in the Night

Jenna tossed back a Zaleplon pill and chased it with a glass of water, then crawled into bed and turned off the light. The weird message and the package, she knew, would only aggravate her insomnia if she kept thinking about them. She hadn't needed the pills as frequently these days, but they were still a good crutch for the nights when the insomnia was bad. When she felt nervous, or agitated, it made the insomnia worse, and the package definitely made her feel agitated. The pill did the trick, though, and soon she was able to fall asleep.

The first thing that made Jenna's heart nearly stop was the loss of mobility. She pulled her mind from its medicated slumber and tugged her arm, but it wouldn't budge. There was something around her wrist, keeping it fastened tightly to the bed. The same feeling from her other wrist brought her to full wakefulness and an immediate sense of panic gripped her chest. The room was even darker than it should have been, and the realization that she was blindfolded added a new layer of terror. She tried to yank her leg, and found it similarly bound. A scream rose up from her throat, and she heard it muffled by something in her mouth. Her tongue probed and felt a thick strip of cloth between her teeth.

Jenna froze, her body going taut and rigid as the creepiest sound she'd ever heard said, "Hush, hush..."

The voice came out like some kind of robotic text-to-speech converter, mockingly human. Jenna tried to scream again, but the gag muffled her plea for help.

"Hush, hush..." the voice said again, and Jenna began to cry.

Something tickled the skin of her trembling tummy, warm but rubbery, like a finger encased in a rubber glove, sliding delicately down her stomach, over her belly button, and stopping just short of her pubic mound. Oh, fuck. She was naked! She screamed again, and the horrible voice just repeated the words, "Hush, hush..."

Jenna cried and fought against the restraints, but it was useless. She was trapped and about to be raped by a fucking robot! The rubbery finger returned, sliding from her mound, up her stomach, and then between her breasts, stopping at her throat. The feeling of that digit at her throat made her go quiet, stop thrashing, and then lay still, quivering with fright and sobbing pitifully.

"Shtop! Peas!" she said, as meekly as she could, but the finger traced back down between her breasts, then veered off, slowly climbing the hill of her right breast, circling the nipple, and then reversing course and doing the same to her left. Something warm and wet dripped onto her right nipple, and she felt the finger rubbing it into her nub, pinching it lightly. The oil, she guessed, soon warmed the sensitive flesh, and then she felt the process repeated with her other nipple.

Her tormentor added a second hand to her other breast, and then there were two sets of rubber fingers gently circling and lightly tugging at her nipples. Jenna sobbed at the unwanted touch. She bucked suddenly as yet another rubber finger, coated with the oil worked its way from the base of her pussy slit to the top, stopping to slowly rub her clitoral hood with the warm mess. Jenna screamed again into the gag, but her useless cries were met only with those two robotic words, "Hush, hush..."

The rubber fingers on her breasts turned into full hands, cupping her tits gently, squeezing, the gloved fingers brushing her sensitive nubs and then tugging carefully. Between her legs, the rubber finger continued to slide up and down her slit, coating it with the warm oil, as though it were in no rush. Jenna continued to sob beneath the blindfold, and she felt the tears running hot down her cheeks, soaking into her pillow, while the rubber hands squeezed her tits playfully, and the finger between her oil-coated lips continued its erotic tracery.

Despite her terror, Jenna felt her body begin to respond to the gentle teasing, and with a sickness in her stomach that nearly made her vomit, she felt the inside of her pussy grow warm and damp. She choked back the bile in her throat, afraid that she'd choke herself to death, gagged as she was. The finger between her legs now focused on teasing her clit out to play, making small circles on her hood with its tip. Jenna jumped again as another hand began lightly stroking her hair, and then brushed her earlobe, then her neck, just behind the ear. Oh, fuck! How many of them were there? Not just rape. She was going to be gang raped!

She screamed again, futilely, into the gag and redoubled her efforts against the restraints, but to no avail. She realized that she was accomplishing nothing by fighting against immovable bonds. It was only going to tire her out.

"Hush, hush..."

Jenna lay still, sniffling, allowing the strangers to continue touching her body in concert, every part of her exposed flesh seeming to get some kind of unwanted attention. The hands on her breasts continued to knead them, tug at her nipples, rub the warm oil into them, making them hard. The other hands touched and caressed her ears, neck, hair, playfully, sensually. Jenna had never had sex, but she imagined that this was the kind of soft touch a man she wanted might give her when they made love. Only, this was not a man she loved. But this was a group of total strangers that had invaded her room and tied her down, forcing the teasing on her prone, naked body.

Between her legs, the invading digit had managed to get her clit excited and now rubbed it with more vigor, making Jenna pant and her stomach tighten with reluctant arousal. A sound broke the quiet dark, like an electric hum, and then something vibrated against one of her nipples. Jenna let out a moan at the feeling that teased her hard nub, and then another touched her other nipple. The finger at her pussy continued its work on her increasingly excited clit, flicking it back and forth now, in a familiar, masturbatory fashion that she'd often used on herself.

Jenna's breathing became more ragged as the strangers continued their teasing of her body, hands all over her, touching softly, the vibrators on her nipples, the probing finger forcing her to become excited by their ministrations. Her arms pulled against the restraints again, but not in an attempt to get away this time. Now, they were tight because her body was shaking with the feeling of an approaching orgasm. Her hips began to press against the finger on her clit, following some biological reaction to the feeling of pleasure they were forcing on her. The vibrators made small circles on her nipples. Fingers traced the edges of her ears, brushed her neck, up her cheeks, and then repeated the motion.

Against her will, she felt the climax building from deep inside of her stimulated clit, working its way through her nerve fibers and making her head light. She groaned with pleasure as it approached, but then it was snatched away as the finger on her clit moved and slid back down her slit, which was now quite wet with her own secretions, as well as the oil. Jenna groaned again, this time in frustration as her orgasm was denied.

The finger pushed deeper between her wet pussy lips, smearing her own traitorous juices between them, then the fingers pressed her pussy lips together and massaged her folds, making her squirm. This continued for several moments, and then the finger withdrew, but the other teasing continued. Another hum from a vibrator added its song to the other two, and then she felt something small, rounded and vibrating touch her needy quim, playing along her wet slit, providing only the barest vibration against her skin, as though the stranger was touching only the edge of it to her flesh.

Jenna wiggled her hips and began to cry again, feeling disgusted with her own body as it tried, in vain, to get that vibrating toy to push itself against her. It would not. It continued to trace the folds of her pussy up and down, smearing the oil and her fuck honey between her legs, until she felt like she could burst. Then, the thing did press harder, resting against her engorged clit and making her hump her pussy upward to meet it as her head filled with pleasurable warmth. The vibrations strummed through her clit, creeping up her tummy, mingling with the teasing touches and vibrations on her breasts, crawling up her tight and panting throat, where they met the gentle caresses about her head and combined into the feeling of a building orgasm that she knew would make her see stars.

Jenna's body shook, her hips wriggling, arms and legs straining against her restraints, her back arching off the bed as the incredible feeling neared its end. She moaned and whimpered into the gag, her body desperate for the orgasm. Again, though, the vibrator slid back down into her slit, and she nearly wailed at having the orgasm denied again.

Restrained, blind and gagged, Jenna had no sense of time. The pleasurable agony seemed to go on for hours. The strangers toyed with her, over and over, touching and vibrating her most sensitive spots and then continually denying her the chance to cum. When the hands on her face finally withdrew, Jenna was huffing heavily into the gag. Her arms and legs were numb and tired from her continued struggling as they teased her, denied her, teased her, and then denied her again.

The hands on her breasts withdrew. Now, there was only the vibrator between her legs, touching her clit for a second, withdrawing completely, humming in the dark until her impending orgasm receded, and then touching her again, ramping her up to the edge, only to repeat the process. Jenna was a sweating, drooling mess, her tired body and mind focused only on the release that her body demanded but couldn't achieve. She felt so tired, exhausted from the entire ordeal, hardly able to move, but her entire body kept quivering with need.

Finally, the hum of the vibrator stopped, and she felt a sense of panic that her cloudy head registered as regret at not being able to orgasm. The other sense was that this was it. Now, they would rape her. Only, they did not. She felt the hands go to work again, this time releasing the restraints from the bedframe. Her legs and arms were free, but her limbs were so numb and tired that she could hardly move them. She heard the sound of her door clicking shut quietly as she panted in the darkness.

For long moments, Jenna lay quivering as blood began to flow back into her extremities, until, finally, she could move them. She reached up and slid the blindfold off of her eyes, squinting against the moonlight that fell across the room from her window. Her weak fingers worked the gag out of her mouth, and she worked her sore jaw. Then, she froze. At the foot of the bed, between her legs, the glaring light of a tablet screen showed a video. It took her bleary eyes some time to focus enough to see the image on the screen.

The video showed her spread legs, her naked body, three pairs of hands encased in white rubber gloves, all of them teasing and touching, rubbing, and caressing. The timer on the video showed that it was four hours long. She watched her body quiver and buck against the treatment. Even now, her need to cum was so powerful that it seemed to override any other concern. Next to the tablet lay a small white vibrator with a rounded head and, somehow, she knew that this was the instrument of her torture. Next to it, lay a black card with the image of a pair of full, pouty lips, a finger over them in the universal sign for quiet.

Jenna snatched up the vibrator in a shaking hand, and as she watched the girl on the screen go from unwilling victim to desperate slut, controlled by her need to cum, she pressed the vibrating toy against her clit and finally got her release.

Chapter Three: The Ride

Jenna could hardly pull herself out of bed when her alarm went off two hours later. She cracked a bleary eye, and if it weren't for the small pile of padded cuffs, discarded gag and blindfold, the tablet and a vibrator in a small heap on her floor, she could have imagined that the nighttime invasion had been a dream. It had been real, though. At least three strangers had broken into her home and assaulted her. Raped her? Had it been rape? Yes. Rape was unwanted or unlawful sexual activity, so she supposed that forcing someone to the brink of orgasm for four hours qualified as rape.

If it was, it was the weirdest rape that she'd ever heard of. Whoever these people were, they'd made no attempt at all to get her to do anything with them. They seemed to only want to continually tease the fuck out of her and make her desperate to cum. What the fuck had happened last night? Should she report this? Probably. Someone had broken into the house, after all. They could have done other things to her family or robbed them. Suddenly afraid, Jenna stumbled from bed and threw on her robe. She snatched her phone from the nightstand, yanking the charging cord free from the port in her haste and flicked it open, her fingers hitting the phone icon and preparing to punch in the three digits she needed.

She froze as she approached her door, staring at the screen. With trembling fingers, she punched the text message notification from "unknown number" and her heart sank. The title read, "Hush, hush..." and below that a picture of her lips, a thick length of black fabric between them, but her face was not shown. Just the lips. Below this, a hyperlink stated, "Click here to see the past!"

Jenna clicked on the link, and it took her to her browser, where a web address that was nothing, but a string of random characters showed her a black page with a single video. The video was four hours long, and the still image below the video showed her face, clearly in the throes of pleasure. It looked every bit as though she were enjoying what was being done to her. Below this were the words, "Hush, hush..." followed by her address, phone number, email address, and links to her Facebook page and school's student profile.

The most terrifying thing, though, was the four images beneath this information. Four photos. Her mother. Her father. Her two brothers. All of them were sleeping soundly, completely unaware that they were now being used to blackmail her into silence. Jenna felt like she might throw up. She dry heaved into her trash can until her eyes watered, and then panted, her body quivering, spitting. What the fuck was she going to do?