A Mirage of Pleasure

Part 1

Jazz: Wh-what do you want from me?! Let me go! Somebody help!

Mirage: (Mirage speaks from the corner of the van.) I don't think anyone out there can hear us.

Jazz: B-but there has to be someone! Please! Just let me go!

Mirage: Nope, I think it's just the two of us.

Jazz: Please, please let me go! I have a family! I have friends!

Mirage: (Mirage pushes Jazz's shoulder, pinning her to the wall of the van.) I've got a few questions for you. Have you ever had a boyfriend?

Jazz: Wh-what? No! I mean... not really. Just a few crushes.

Mirage: Good, good. And I know someone as innocent as you would never sleep with anyone you're not dating, right?

Jazz: (She nods, still breathing heavily.) Y-yes, that's right.

Mirage: Have you ever masturbated before?

Jazz: (She blushes deeply, her cheeks burning hot.) N-no! I mean... I-I wouldn't do that! It's wrong!

Mirage: Have you ever kissed anyone before?

Jazz: (She shakes her head.) N-no.

Mirage: Well, that changes now. (Mirage leans in and forcibly kisses Jazz, pinning her head to the wall of the van.)

Jazz: N-no! Let me go! Stop it!

Mirage: (Mirage grabs hold of Jazz's shirt and rips it in half, tossing it away and exposing her bra.)

Jazz: A-ah! L-let go of me! Stop it!

Mirage: (Mirage pulls back.) Now, take off your bra or I'll rip it off too.

Jazz: (Shaking with fear, she slowly reaches back and unhooks her bra, then pulls it off, revealing her perky A-cup breasts to the predator.)

Mirage: Good girl. (Mirage pins Jazz to the floor of the van and start massaging Jazz's breasts.) So, if you've never had sex and never masturbated... have you ever had an orgasm before?

Jazz: (Her breath coming in short gasps.) N-no...

Mirage: Good. It makes this more fun. (Mirage picks up the rhythm and resumes kissing Jazz.)

Jazz: (She tries to resist, but the pleasure is overwhelming. Her body betrays her as she arches into Mirage's touch, moaning softly.)

Mirage: (As the van stops moving, Mirage slows down, holding Jazz just shy of orgasm.) Final question for the ride. Do you really want me to stop right now... or bring you over the edge?

Jazz: (She whimpers.) D-don't stop... please...

Mirage: Good girl. (Mirage pinches Jazz's nipples, sending her over the edge.)

Jazz: Ahhhh! Ahhh! Ahhhhhhh! (Her body shudders as an intense orgasm washes over her. She's never felt anything like it, and the sensation is both terrifying and exhilarating.)

Mirage: (As Jazz is recovering from her first orgasm ever, Mirage picks her up and carries her out of the van.) Welcome to my cabin. (They are standing outside a log cabin in the middle of the woods. Mirage carries Jazz into the cabin and drops her on the floor. There is no furniture in the front room of the cabin, but she sees two doors leading to other rooms.)

Jazz: (She's still breathing heavily, her body tingling from the aftermath of her orgasm. She's scared to death of what Mirage will do to her next.) W-what... what are you going to do to me now?

Mirage: I am going to have some fun with you, my pet.

Jazz: (She curls up into a ball on the floor, trying to make herself as small as possible.) D-don't... please...

Mirage: This cabin will be your new home. That door leads to a bathroom and that one to a little kitchen.

Jazz: (She glances nervously at the doors, not daring to move.) Y-yes...

Mirage: As long as you keep me happy, your life here should be just fine.

Jazz: (She shudders, trying to get the feel of Mirage's hands off of her.) I-I'll try...

Mirage: Good girl. The rules are simple: Every so often, I'll provide you with a... challenge of sorts. Complete my challenges and you will be rewarded. Refuse and you will be punished.

Jazz: (She swallows hard.) W-what do you mean by challenges?

Mirage: You'll see in due time, my newest pet. When I'm not here, you can do anything you want within the cabin... except try and leave, of course.

Jazz: (She wipes away a tear.) Okay... I-I'll try my best...

Mirage: That's the spirit. I've got the first challenge for you right now. (Mirage holds up a sleeping bag.) If you succeed, I'll leave this here; otherwise, you'd have to sleep on the wooden floor.

Jazz: (She hesitates, her eyes darting back and forth between Mirage and the sleeping bag. Her body is still aching from their encounter in the van, and she doesn't want to sleep on the hard floor.) Umm... I-I guess I can try...

Mirage: Your first challenge is simple. Orgasm without my help.

Jazz: (She freezes, her heart racing. She doesn't want to do this, but she doesn't want to sleep on the floor either. She takes a deep breath and slowly undresses, leaving her clothes in a pile beside her.) Okay... I'll... try...

Jazz: (She curls up on the floor, trying to make herself as small as possible. Her fingers trace a path down her stomach and lower, hesitating for a moment before finally brushing against her aching sex. She bites her lip, tensing up as she begins to touch herself, trying to ignore the image of Mirage watching her.) O-oh... g-god...

Jazz: (She moans softly, her hips starting to move of their own accord. Her fingers feel so good, so tight and hot inside her. She tries to ignore the pounding of her heart, focusing on the sensation of her fingers as they slide in and out of her. It feels so good... She's so close...) M-Mirage...

Jazz: (Her body tenses, her muscles clenching tightly. She throws her head back, a scream caught in her throat as her orgasm overwhelms her. Her body convulses, shuddering with the force of it. She gasps for air, feeling weak and exposed. When she finally catches her breath, she looks over at Mirage, hoping she's satisfied. Her heart is still pounding, and she's covered in sweat.) I-I did it...

Mirage: Good girl. (Mirage tosses her the sleeping bag.) It's getting rather late, so that's all for tonight. I'll see you in the morning. (Mirage leaves the cabin.)

Jazz: (She catches the sleeping bag gratefully, curling up inside of it. Her body is still trembling from the orgasm, and she can't help but feel dirty and used. She tries to tell herself that it's just a dream, that she's safe now, but she knows that's not true. Eventually, exhaustion overtakes her, and she falls asleep, only to be haunted by nightmares of Mirage and her twisted games.)