You are barely conscious of anything during the morning hours as you lay despondently.  You’re vaguely aware as Jenny calmly strips down of her underwear, plucks you from your dehumanized perch jammed halfway into her gargantuan place where the sun doesn’t shine, and washes you off in the bathroom sink so that Carly will be none the wiser to the previous night’s antics once you are returned to your sister’s possession.

                You’re not even sure Jenny needs to bother with rinsing you off.  Solemnly, you vow to never breathe a single word of what took place the previous night to a single living soul.  Upon further mental examination, you realize that you’re going to be doing your best to avoid thinking about it even in the privacy of your thoughts for the foreseeable future.  The simple notion of recalling the precise sensation of being clamped into Jenny’s heinous ass crack is enough to send fresh shivers down your spine and intense nausea into the pits of your stomach.

                By the time you’ve sorted out this agreement with yourself to never speak or think of these particular anal shenanigans again and actually do your best to sort your thoughts into some kind of logical order, you realize you’re wedged upside down into Jenny’s pocket.  You’re not alone, either; the enormous young woman has decided to leave you the company of her hand, and at this moment, is idly thumbing your dick with surprising tenderness, her other fingers stroking your back as if petting a cat.  It’s not the most ideal of situations, but there’s no way in hell you’re going to complain about being massaged when you’re fully aware of how infinitely more loathsome Jenny could be making this for you.  Gently, she scrunches you up into her palm, balling you up with her fingers while continuing to tickle your crotch with her thumb.

                Ignoring the slight perspiring of Jenny’s warm palm, you close your eyes and try to lock yourself into your thoughts.  You have to focus.  The road is almost over.  You survived the previous night with your sanity somehow more or less intact.  It’s morning.  Carly has roughly twelve hours to deliver you home to avoid having her entire life destroyed by your video sending program.  Knowing your sister, she’s going to drag it out as long as possible, but you also know how important her life is to her.  How much it would pain her to lose the admiration of her family and peers.

                “She’ll break.  She has to,” you whisper under your breath, reassuring yourself.  Suddenly, a breeze whips through the cracks between Jenny’s fingers as you are lifted out of her pocket, still crumpled into her first and brought out into the light.  The single stream of sunlight is blocked out, though, as Jenny presses her lips against her fist for you to hear loud and clear.

                “You never say anything about last night, got it?” hisses Jenny threateningly.  “I ever hear a single thing.  A single… fucking… thing… from Carly about what we did, and I’ll be back.  I’ll find you and I’ll push you in so deep not even a doctor would be able to get you out.  Got it?”

                You tremble.

                “I said, got it?” she growls.  “Hit my finger if you understand me.”

                You comply, slapping a soft fleshy digit with your fist.

                “Good.  Just remember that, worm.  And don’t you dare act like a dick to your sister again.  She’s given you so much, and all you can do is be ungrateful.  Get it through your head, you little motherfucker.  She owns your tiny little ass, and there’s nothing you can do about it.  Nothing.  Got it?”

                Still shivering, you punch Jenny’s fingers again.  Seemingly satisfied with these decidedly uncomforting parting words, she moves her lips away from her fist and opens her fingers, allowing you to sprawl outward in her palm just as Carly opens the door to her dorm room.

                “Morning, Jens!” smiles Carly, staring with a wide-eyed smirk into her friend’s hand.  “God.  Did a number on him, huh?”

                “Oh, you might say that…” laughs Jenny.  “I showed him who’s boss, let’s just say that.”

                “Okay, tell me honestly.  I’m not kidding,” drawls Carly sternly.  “You didn’t… twerk him, did you?”

                Jenny scoffs heartily, waving a hand at the ridiculousness of such an idea.  “Oh, don’t freak out on me, Carly, you’re not gonna taste my ass the next time you suck your bro’s dick.  God, and you think I’ve got problems, huh?”

                “Okay, okay, let’s drop the smartass routine, you hoe, and go grab some breakfast,” giggles Carly teasingly at her best friend, giving her a sporting slap on the cheek for her snide commentary.

                “What do you want me to do with this little number?” chuckles Jenny, prodding at your limp form with a thick pointer finger.  “He’s looking a little whipped, do you think he’ll be much fun to bring along?”

                At this, Carly giving a disbelieving glance to her friend.  “Believe me, Jens, if he’s not in the mood for fun, we can make our own.  Just… put him away somewhere, before someone comes out and sees,” she whispers hastily, her eyes darting down the hallway.

                Jenny shrugs.  “Suit yourself.  Okay, little guy, down the hatch… so to speak…” she smirks, pinching you between her thumb and forefinger and releasing just above the neck of her shirt, allowing you to slip roughly down the slope of her soft skin and become wedged in her sports bra.

                As was the case the previous day, time drags on abnormally slowly.  For the better part of the morning, your two titanic female companions are content to leave you be tucked awkwardly between Jenny’s supple jugs.  Strictly speaking, it’s not such a bad place to be for you, as you can at least claim some level of comfort when in the soft, sensitive embrace of the two bulging hills of flesh.  What makes it worse is the anticipation.  You have a bad feeling that, even once the relative threat of Jenny is eliminated for the time being, everything is coming to a head soon.  You’re not sure what yet, but you have a feeling Carly’s not going to go down without a showy and desperate fight for your affectionate worship and ownership.  The only problem is deciphering what line of satanically demented reasoning your sister will go down when picking an ultimatum with you.

                One thing is for certain: you have to keep your mind focused on the end result.  Freedom is within your grasp.  You simply have to survive that long, physically, mentally, and emotionally.  It’s a juggling act, to be sure, but with the sweet thought of liberty so close at hand, you don’t intend to let fate stamp out your hopes for the quadrillionth time.  This time, it’s your turn to take back control of your destiny. 

                You grit your teeth determinedly.  Fight. Fight.  Fight.

                By the time Jenny’s fingers are fishing down into her bra to slip you out of your pornographic prison your resolve is so tight that you’ve locked your face into a stoic expression of stone.  By your estimation, your release is just a matter of hours away.  All you have to do is not allow your exterior to crack before then.

                Jenny deposits you into her palm and pokes at your side, rolling you over, as you glance around the darkly familiar environment of Carly’s dorm once again.  “God, I’m gonna have to come back real soon to visit, Carly.  It was sooo good to see you.”

                “Oh, really?” smiles Carly sarcastically.  “Are you sure you weren’t happier to see him instead of me?  A girl’s liable to get jealous, you know, when her little bro goes stealing all her friends like that.”

                “Don’t be ridiculous, lady, of course I’m glad to see you,” giggles Jenny, her eyes still glued to you as she continues twirling her pointer finger playfully around your limbs.  “I AM gonna miss this little sucker, though.  Try not to break him before I come back, okay?  I want there to be something left to play with, you know?”

                Carly winks.  “You know it, girl.  I’ll keep him in one piece, just for you.  Don’t take too long, though, or I might have to go ahead without you.”

                You shiver coldly in Jenny’s clammy palm as the pair of monumental nineteen-year-olds converse absentmindedly about you as if you weren’t even present to hear the uncaring comments.  Finally, with some hesitation, Jenny moves her hand closer to Carly, who reaches upward with arched fingers to pluck you back into her exclusive ownership.  You obediently remain motionless as your sister’s fingers curl around your legs and stomach, lifting you up and giving you an obsessive little squeeze of twisted affection.

                “Love ya, Carly.  Stay out of trouble, you hear?” giggles Jenny before looking right at you in your sister’s fist and raising an eyebrow subtly.  “And as for you, you little nudist,” she chuckles.  “Remember what we talked about.  I’ll see you real soon, trust me,” she winks.  Reaching in one final time, she pinches her long thumb and forefinger gently around your head.  “Kitchy-kitchy-COO!” she babbles in a faux-baby voice before puckering her lips, blowing you a dramatic, popping kiss, and exiting out into the hallway of the dorm.

                Carly closes the door softly behind her friend before looking down at you, frowning slightly.

                “So… what did you two talk about?”

                “Uh…”

                “What kinds of nice things did you chat about?  What did she say to you?” asks your sister politely, sauntering across the dorm room slowly.

                “We said that…” you begin slowly, clearing your throat.

                “Oh, cut the bull, little bro.  I mean what did she do to you?”

                “She… poked around a bit.  I don’t know…”

                “Mhmm… I’ll just bet she did,” murmurs Carly delightedly. “C’mon.  Tell me about it.  I promise I won’t do it back to you… unless it sounds really fun, that is,” giggles your sister, wriggling her fingers around you.  “In that case, I wouldn’t have a lot of choice, now would I, little bro?  Now tell me.”

                You quiver, violently reimagining the hair-curling horror of having your entire body used as Jenny’s anal instrument of amusement.  You can feel it just as clearly as if you were still wedged between her muscular cheeks.  The bulbous, fleshy feel of each rounded hill hugging you and trying to force you deeper into her crack.  The stale, fusty aroma hanging around her ass.  The moist, cold environment your lower body was being clenched into in the dark depths of the aggressive young woman’s smooth anus.  It doesn’t take long to get the tears flowing again, either, and it’s all you can do to prevent yourself from hugging your sister’s warm thumb for protection and support in your moment of emotional agony.

                Carly sniggers, entirely amused at this wordlessly depressed reaction of yours to the mere memory of the previous night.  She nods.  “Never mind, little bro.  The look on your face right now is enough for me,” she coos, her lips curling into a devilishly satisfied grin.  “Now.  Do you get it?”

                “Get what?” you sniffle, trying to work through your pathetic display of waterworks.

                “What do you mean, get what?  The reason why you’re going to give me that password and stay here with me forever, that’s what, little bro.”

                Clearing your throat and gritting your teeth, you frown up at your sister’s glowing face with every ounce of courage you can muster and bite your upper lip.  “NO.”

                Carly blinks, her smile remaining, although you know the massive details of your sister’s face well enough to read her every expression like an open book, and right now, your gargantuan sibling keeper seems surprised.  Taken aback, even.

                “No, huh?  Well, that’s okay.  I was expecting you to still not quite get it.  I’m not quite sure where you get the balls to constantly do this all the time, no matter how many chances I give you, little bro, but it doesn’t matter now,” you sister drawls, gently setting you down on the bedspread before stalking off to the other side of the room.  Stopping at her mini fridge and freezer combo, Carly stoops down, grasps at the handle, and opens the door.

                “Carly, you’re making this harder on yourself than it has to be.  You have a chance to get out of this entire thing scot-free if you take me back home now.  Do you not understand that?”

                Your sister seems to be ignoring your earnest squeaks from her bed as she begins rummaging around the freezer, humming a cheerful tune to herself as she does.  You take a few steps to the side, trying to see around your sister’s body and into the icebox to get a sense of what’s coming.  Finally, standing back at full height, you hear the clink of glass as Carly sets a bowl down on top of the fridge, followed by the pop of a thick paper carton being opened and a spoon chinking against the glass bowl.  Puzzled, you take a few steps closer to the bed just as Carly turns around and begins walking back toward the bed, gripping the bowl in both hands.  With a grin, Carly bends over and scoops you up into a free hand, holding you like a pencil and allowing your legs to dangle terrifyingly out of her loose fist.

                Looking onward, your heart begins to race.  In your sister’s other hand is a bowl of vanilla ice cream, filled nearly to the top and looking almost perfectly smooth on top.  That is, except for a tiny spoonful removed right in the center of the mass of creamy dessert.  Squinting, your skin chills as you recognize the relative size of the indent in the ice cream.

                It looks just large enough to fit your body inside.

                “Carly… what the hell are you doing?” you growl up at your sister, who still seems completely bent on ignoring your every word for the time being.  Peering over toward the bedside table, you read the digital clock.

                7:38 pm.  1 hour and 12 minutes until the video goes out.

                “What does it look like I’m doing, little bro?” questions Carly innocently.  “You’re smart.  You can probably figure out when two things go together what they make.”

                “I’m serious.  We’re running out of time, and you have to have me BACK with Mom and Dad before I give you that password, do you understand me?” you shout as authoritatively as you can muster.

                “Perfectly, little bro.  Now, you might wanna save your breath.  You’re gonna need to conserve your energy.”

                “Why?” you hiss.

                “Because it’s been a long day, I’m hungry, and I want a little ice cream.  And I think you’re going to be just the thing to sweeten it up,” she smacks, licking her lips wildly with her slimy, sinewy snake of a tongue and clacking her teeth together dramatically.  Without another word, your sister plops you, yipping, directly into the domed center of the bowl, twisting at your shoulders roughly as if you were a screw fitting into a board.  Finally, satisfied with your deeply wedged position in her ice cream, Carly lets go, staring down at you condescendingly while palming the bowl with one hand.  “But I don’t think you’re gonna go well with my dessert yet.  I think maybe you need to… chill out a little bit first,” your sister murmurs, eyeing the freezer door with a raised eyebrow, thinking quickly.

                “C-C-C-C-CARLY!” you shout as your teeth begin chattering uncontrollably.  “I’M NOT K-K-K-KIDDING!  YOUR L-L-LIFE IS OVER.  OV-V-V-VER!” you continue desperately, stumbling over the words in exasperation.  “THIS IS YOUR LAST C-C-C-CHANCE.”

                “Nope, Jackie-poo… it’s yours.  You’re going to think about all of this while you cool off a little, and maybe, when you come out, you’ll be in a better mood to talk to me,” your sister explains calmly, clearly not unnerved at all by your threats as she slowly places the bowl in the freezer with you still jammed inside.

                “CARLY, NO!” you scream a final time as your giant sibling slowly closes the door, staring in at you through the opening with a victoriously bratty smile.

                “Have some SWEET dreams in there, little bro… because I’ll probably want to lick them right off of your stupid little body once I let you out!” your sister scowls before slamming the freezer door, leaving you totally and fearfully alone in frigid, numbing, painful blackness, unable to move and unable to draw a breath without having the sensation of your lungs being punctured by icicles.

                A tear rolls down your cheek and freezes solid.