A Mirage of Pleasure

Part 5

Mirage: (They return to the cabin. Jazz sees an extra car parked outside. It's running.)

Jazz: (Jazz looks at the extra car, feeling a mixture of curiosity and unease. She tries to ignore the fear and focus on the excitement, telling herself that this is just another part of the game. She follows Mirage inside the cabin, unable to resist the pull of this strange world.)

Narrator: (As they enter the cabin, there is another woman inside, setting up some strange looking equipment. When she sees Mirage and Jazz enter, she nods at Mirage and leaves, slapping Jazz's ass on her way out.)

Jazz: (Jazz jumps at the sudden touch, her body tensing. She turns around, glaring at the woman who slapped her. Her cheeks flush with anger and embarrassment, but she can't deny the strange thrill she feels from the touch. She looks back at Mirage, waiting for her to continue.)

Mirage: She wasn't supposed to do that. Hold on. (Mirage walks outside. A moment later, Jazz hears a scream that sounds like it's half orgasm and half bloody murder.)

Jazz: (Jazz's heart races at the sound of the scream. Part of her wants to know what's going on, but another part is terrified. She looks around, unsure if she should follow Mirage or stay put.)

Mirage: (Mirage walks back inside the cabin) That's better.

Jazz: What was that?

Mirage: I told her you were off-limits and she laid a hand on you. She needed to be punished. So I did.

Jazz: (Jazz looks at Mirage, her heart pounding. Part of her wants to be angry, but another part is turned on. She doesn't understand why she feels this way, but she can't deny the desire that is building inside her.)

Mirage: Now, these next few challenges are quite intense. I hope you're ready for them.

Jazz: (Jazz nods, swallowing hard. She doesn't know what to expect, but she feels like she has to keep going.) Okay...

Mirage: (Mirage puts a blindfold over Jazz's eyes.)

Jazz: (Jazz feels a little nervous with the blindfold on, but she trusts Mirage. She can't see anything, but she can feel the other woman's presence nearby. She wonders what the first challenge will be.)

Mirage: All you need to do for this challenge is describe every sensation you feel. (Mirage stands back)

Jazz: (Jazz takes a deep breath, trying to focus on her senses. The air around her feels cool and crisp, and there's a faint scent of something sweet in the air. She can feel the softness of the carpet beneath her feet, and the gentle pressure of the blindfold against her face. She can hear Mirage's breathing nearby, each inhale and exhale a quiet reminder that she's not alone.)

Jazz: The air feels so good against my skin... and the scent... it's like honey or... or vanilla? (She takes another deep breath, trying to focus on the scent.) I can feel the softness of the carpet under my feet... and the pressure of the blindfold on my face... it's almost... comforting. (She pauses, listening for any other sounds.) I can hear your breathing... it's regular, almost calm... and I can feel your presence nearby... close, but not too close...

Mirage: (Mirage takes a step forward, running her fingers across Jazz's nipples.) Keep talking.

Jazz: Oh... (Jazz's breath catches in her throat as Mirage's fingers brush against her nipples. The sensation is intense, both pleasurable and painful at the same time. She feels herself growing wet, despite her fear and shame.)

Jazz: Your fingers... they feel so good... I... I don't understand why... why am I reacting this way? (She moans softly as Mirage continues to tease her nipples.) I feel... hot... and... wet... down there... and I want... I want more... but I'm so afraid...