A Mirage of Pleasure

Part 2

Mirage: (As the light of the sun streams in the window of the cabin, Mirage walks in, with a large duffel bag of supplies.) Good morning, my pet. Did you get some sleep?

Jazz: (Jazz jerks awake, her heart racing. She had been having a nightmare about Mirage and the van. She looks around, realizing she's back in the cabin and safe for now.) Uhh... yeah... I guess... (She rubs her eyes, trying to shake off the lingering fear.)

Mirage: Did you eat anything last night?

Jazz: (She shakes her head, her stomach churning at the thought of food.) I-I'm not hungry...

Mirage: You should really go have something. I've got stuff stocked in the kitchen. Go eat something while I start preparing for today.

Jazz: (She nods, forcing herself to her feet. Her legs feel weak and she's still trembling from the nightmare. She walks over to the kitchen, opening the cabinets and fridge in search of something to eat. Anything to distract her from the memory of last night.)

Jazz: (She finds some cereal and a banana in the cabinets, and some milk in the fridge. She pours a bowl of cereal and sits down on the floor, eating mechanically. Her mind is elsewhere, reliving the nightmare and wondering what else Mirage will make her do today.)

Jazz: (She finishes her breakfast and stands up, trying to force some bravery into her voice.) Um... can I ask what we're doing today?

Mirage: Sure. Maybe I'll even tell you.

Jazz: (She swallows hard, feeling a knot in her stomach. She tries to keep her expression neutral, but she's sure it's giving away how much she's struggling.)

Mirage: Today is the busiest day I have planned, so get ready for that. (She has arranged a few strange looking objects on the floor; her bag still looks to be full of stuff.) For your first challenge today, I simply want you to come over here and kiss me like you mean it. If you do, I'll give you this. (She pulls a fluffy pillow out of her bag.)

Jazz: (Her heart is pounding, but she forces herself to take a step forward. Kissing Mirage was bad enough, but this feels so much worse. She takes another step and leans in, her lips pressing against Mirage's. It feels fake and forced, and she can't help but want to pull away.)

Mirage: (Mirage kisses back, forcing her tongue into Jazz's mouth.)

Jazz: (Jazz tries to reciprocate, her body tense and her mind racing. This is worse than anything else they've done so far. When Mirage finally pulls away, she's breathing hard and can feel the blood rushing to her face.)

Mirage: Well, not the best performance, but it's early in the day and I'm in a good mood. (Tosses the pillow over.)

Jazz: (She catches the pillow, feeling a strange mixture of relief and resentment. Her cheeks still burn as she looks at Mirage.) So... what do we do next?

Mirage: I'll give you a minute to recover from that. (Mirage starts looking over the supplies she's prepared.)

Jazz: (She sits down on the floor, her back pressed against the wall. She's still breathing hard from the kiss. She can't believe she just did that. What else is she going to be forced to do today?)

Mirage: (Mirage holds up a dildo.) Do you know what this is, my pet?

Jazz: (Her stomach twists into knots. She's already so humiliated, she doesn't want to even think about it. She tries to avoid looking at the dildo, but can't help but feel a wave of revulsion.) It's... it's a toy. For... you know.

Mirage: Close enough. (Mirage walks over and shoves the dildo down Jazz's throat. It only gets a few inches in.)

Jazz: (She gags and chokes, struggling to breathe. Tears start streaming down her face as she tries to push the thing out of her mouth. It's horrible, disgusting, and she can't believe she's doing this.)