Resisting Is Futile - Gender Flipped!

NOTE: This is a near-identical copy of the “Resisting Is Futile” story, just with the genders reversed. Thought it would make for an interesting little thought experiment.

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Jecky swallowed nervously as she heard her phone beep in her pocket. She checked it and almost cursed. Devin hadn’t forgotten.

Come upstairs! The party’s started! the text read.

Jecky sighed and quickly typed: That’s okay, I’m not feeling that well.

You liar. I told you, you need to get out more! Devin typed back. Come on up and join the fun!

You know I hate those kinds of parties, she responded.

But I like parties, and I want you here. :(   Jecky was about to type another response, when she felt something stir in her loins. She let out a small gasp as her clit grew stiff. Not just stiff, but throbbing. She could feel her pussy moistening in anticipation. She felt an overwhelming need to touch herself, but she resisted. Her phone beeped again: If you come upstairs, I can take care of that for you.

Jecky cursed softly. She felt another glimmer of magic, and her clit pulsed, her fluids already absorbing into her shorts, the sexual tension increasing. Her heartbeat quickened as her blood rushed to her core, filling her with an aching need.

Jesus, okay! Just stop! Jecky texted back frantically.

It’ll stop when you get here, he replied. You have two minutes. If you aren’t at least on this floor by then, I’ll start licking.

Jecky let out another small gasp and pocketed her phone, heading for the door. She was wearing gym shorts and a tee-shirt, but didn’t dare waste time finding a better outfit. She slipped on her sandals and exited her tiny, studio apartment, heading for the stairs.

“Upstairs” meant the large loft apartments, ten stories up, and the elevator was slow as hell. She was easily able to beat the thing to any floor just using the stairs. Of course, the trip was a little more difficult with her sex staining her shorts, awkwardly becoming slicker as she took two steps at a time.

Devin had no pity for her, though. She’d learned the hard way that in this city, men were to be obeyed, or else you were going to regret being born with a vagina. She still shuddered at the memory of what he’d done to her in the park, in front of hundreds of people, even as the memory made her wetter still. She wasn’t even sure why she still resisted his orders. Maybe just a reflex. Maybe because he seemed a bit less bored, and thus a bit more merciful, when she put up a token resistance.

Plus, he wasn’t even her boyfriend or officially her master or whatever. He was just another tenant in the apartment who had, for no reason she could fathom, just decided her pussy was his. That was apparently pretty common in this city as well. Single gals were just up for grabs, and in mixed gender buildings like this one, you were basically asking for one of your male neighbors to just claim you.

Jecky wasn’t sure what he saw in her. She was short, skinny, pale, wore glasses, had a boring data-entry job, pretty much the prototypical nerd. Her breasts were barely an A cup, she had very little curve to her hips, and she hadn’t even been a virgin before Devin took her. Maybe he thought she was “nerd cute” or something.

Whatever the reason, Devin owned her vagina, and he enforced that ownership with his magic whenever he could. Speaking of, Jecky grunted as she felt the first phantom tongue lick her clit as she cleared the eighth flight of stairs. Devin hadn’t let her reach a proper orgasm in nearly three weeks, and she felt her insides tighten, feeling achingly hollow. She stumbled up the last two flights of stairs, every step she took seemingly to make the tongue quicken slightly. By the time she reached the loft floor, she could feel the phantom lips close over her clit and suckle.

Jecky went out into the short hallway that split the four lofts up. Two had their doors open, and there were people milling around outside them, as well as passing from one to the other. As Jecky approached, a few guys glanced up at her, sensing her intense need, and chuckled. A few girls bashfully glanced over at her. Jecky ducked into the right door, hoping Devin would be there. As she passed through the doorway, she felt a light wave of magic wash over her. If she wasn’t already dripping wet, she’d definitely be now, as the sheer presence of so many Sex Mage young men, all letting their sexual energy flow free, drove every pussy in range into a state of sopping wetness, her clit stiff almost to the point of priapism.

The phantom mouth was pulling insistently now, tugging her clit to the right. Jecky realized Devin was guiding her, even as he was magically sucking her. The loft was huge, with several large rooms, and people were milling around. The guys dressed in casual, but trendy clothing. The girls were dressed in skimpy, tight dresses or short-shorts with tank tops. Some were just wearing bikinis or lingerie. A few had their shirts off, and to her embarrassment, Jecky saw a couple girls were naked. She tried not to think about the wet trails of excitement running slowly down their legs.

Jecky stumbled around several people to reach a room filled with books, filling the shelves built into the walls. The sucking intensified for a moment, long enough for Jecky to gasp and stop, leaning heavily with one hand against the spines of several books. Her hips jerked and her pussy clenched as she felt an orgasm start to rise, only to get slapped down by a blocking spell. She heard a few whistles and cat-calls go her way, but she kept her head down, red faced.

Then the sucking sensation suddenly stopped, so suddenly that Jecky’s hips jerked again, instinctively seeking to resume the stimulation. But of course, it’s not like an actual mouth had been on her, just the wicked magic of a cock teasing young man.

Before she could resume her search, Devin came to her. He smiled devilishly at her, watching him catch her breath. He was a head taller than her, even going barefoot. His straight auburn hair was close cut. A collared green shirt complimented the tan slacks he wore. He was overall fit, not too much muscle, but athletic and toned. Topping it all off was a pair of black, horn-rimmed glasses. He didn’t need to wear them, he just loved that “geek chic” hipster look, so the frames were just empty over his hazel eyes. Jecky had to admit, he was unbearably cute at first glance. She wasn’t sure if it was a blessing or a curse that he wasn’t actually the intellectual bookworm he made herself out to be.

“Glad you could make it!” said Devin. He leaned in and put an arm around her, giving her something that was halfway a side-hug, and halfway a pat on the back. With his other hand, which she noticed held a dark, half-consumed drink (wine if his breath was any indication), he motioned to the rest of the crowd “We got a pretty good turn out this time!” he pulled back and winked. “Good thing I’m pals with a guy whose pals with another guy who sometimes borrows the pussy belonging to the man who owns the loft!” he paused, tapped his chin in thought, then pointed out the door and said, “Or maybe he owns the other one?”

He shrugged and grinned. “Well, whatever, I’m just glad you came!”

“Well, I could hardly refuse,” said Jecky, trying to play it cool.

His grin became a smirk. He reached down and brazenly grabbed her crotch, his fingers curling up to press against the length of her pussy. He gave it a squeeze, almost slipping a digit in through her shorts, but stopping before he could penetrate. As he did so, he sent a tiny jolt of magic which made her jump and gasp. “You got that right,” he said. He let go, then brought his hand up and pat her on the head. “You stay here. I’ll get you a drink.”

“Oh, no, you don’t have to. Besides, I don’t—”

“Relax. I’ll get you a Coke. Just stay there.”

Jecky felt a tingle of magic over her feet. She looked down, frowned, and tried to take a step. Her feet wouldn’t budge. She let out a small sigh and shrugged. She was stuck here until Devin or another man let her go.

Devin apparently was having trouble finding the sodas, because a few minutes went by, and Jecky was still by herself, stuck standing next to the wall of books. She felt a little dumb, just standing there. She was facing the corner just a few feet away, where another couple was sitting on one of the overstuffed chairs. The girl was sitting in his lap, trembling and breathing in short gasps as she moved her hips on the black bulge of cloth, obviously the guys penis, rock hard, straining in his shorts. The guy was smiling at the girl, enjoying the sight, and sensation, of her writhing on him, whimpering. However, her motions seemed very limited; despite her little moans, and the shaking of her body, she was only grinding against him in short, slow motions. Maybe he was controlling her motions, forcing her to tease herself upon him. Jecky tried not to watch, turning her body and head to look to the side or turning the other way to read the book titles.

Then someone stepped up to her. She expected Devin, but blinked in surprise to see an athletic young woman with shoulder-length blond hair, dressed in blue blouse and tan short skirt. The woman was almost six feet tall, and she smiled down at Jecky. “Hey, girl, enjoying the party?” she said.

Jecky looked up warily at her. There was something about the girls’s friendly manner she didn’t trust. “Um, sure, I guess, I mean I just got here, and um…” she tried to lift one leg, then the other, to no success. “And I seem to be stuck.”

The girl laughed, a little too quickly. “Yeah, yeah. Reminds me of the Lake Parties back at college. All the guys pulling little pranks, all the girls wet as, well, a lake, hence the term.” She nodded, as if in agreement with herself.

“Uh, yeah, right,” said Jecky. She’d only ever been to one as a freshmen, dragged there by a now ex-boyfriend. She was extremely reluctant to relive the experience, yet, here she was. “So, um, sorry, I didn’t get your name?”

“Dana,” she said. Her friendly smile seemed glued on her face. “My master Steve lives here. It’s a nice place.” she nodded at the wall. “Books make a surprisingly interesting surface to fuck against.”

“Ah, right,” said Jecky, nodding along. “Well, my, um, buddy, should be back in a minute, so it was good talking to you, but—”

Dana suddenly leaned down, put a hand on Jecky’s shoulder, and said in a whisper, “I’m real sorry, hun. Master’s orders. You understand.” For a moment, the friendly smile became an apologetic one. Jecky was confused, until she felt Dana’s other hand clasp her pussy through her shorts.

Jecky’s eyes widened. “No!” she said, loudly. She moved to push Dana off, but a force seized her arms and whipped them back behind her, locking them at the wrists. “No, stop!” she said, and then her mouth clamped shut.

To her horror, Dana’s hands slid to the sides of her shorts and yanked them down. She hadn’t worn underwear, so her pussy was immediately exposed. Somehow, despite being freed of the cloth, her sex felt even hotter, her clit becoming even more tense, as if exposure to the warm party air let it soak in that much more of the men’s ambient, arousing aura.

Her clit was as sensitive as it was tense, so despite her instinctive revulsion at the touch of another woman, her pussy muscles flexed gleefully as Dana slid two fingers inside her. Dana began to slowly finger her with her index and middle finger, while rubbing her clit with her thumb, looking her in the eye as she did it. Jecky’s face was one of panic, going red with shame as she realized how good Dana’s hand felt. Truthfully, any kind of touch would be heavenly on her pussy right now.

“Sorry,” whispered Dana. “Really.” And then she flinched, and her own his bucked. “Ah, fuck…” she breathed. she was clearly getting stimulated as well. In fact, it wouldn’t have surprised Jecky if the taller woman was feeling everything she herself was doing to Jecky’s pussy, like a voodoo doll effect. It was just the sort of trick a Sex Mage might pull, making a girl masturbate through another woman’s organ.

Jecky, despite herself, was already huffing, nostrils flaring since her mouth couldn’t open, as Dana quickly finger-fucked her to the edge. “Ah, fuck!” Dana repeated. Jecky squirmed, fighting her invisible bonds, then to her shame, bucking her hips to thrust against Dana’s hand. She hit the edge of her orgasm block, and Dana’s face scrunched into a taught snarl at the brink of orgasm.

And then Dana was yanked back, forced to let go of JECKY, even as her own pussy clenched. An explosion of laughter came from Jecky’s left, and she turned her head to see several men, and even some nervous women, laughing at her and Dana’s plight. Blushing, Dana tried to catch her breath as she went back over to the laughing crowd. Several of the guys were waving their phones and making comments about ShlickReport.

Jecky, however, was left bound and gagged, her shorts around her ankles, her juices running down her thighs. She squirmed and struggled in place, until a cute redhead with broad shoulder walked by her and noticed her situation. He glanced her over, then smirked. “You need help with that?”

Not thinking, Jecky nodded vigorously. The redhead waved his hand at her, and Jecky let out a moan as she felt the sensation of Dana’s hands upon her again. The redhead snickered, and left her there, still bound and gagged, and now teased. Jecky’s hips bucked in mid-air, leaking her fluids profusely, as the phantom sensations of another woman’s fingers brought her to the brink over and over.

Nearly twenty more minutes passed before Devin came back. He had a can of Coke in his hand, which she’d obviously been holding for a while. He cocked an eyebrow at Jecky’s shaking, whimpering form. “Jeez, I leave for like two minutes, and you have fun without me.” He snapped his fingers, and Jecky was released from the spells. She stumbled back, and would have landed on her butt, if Devin didn’t raise his hand and catch her with his magic, floating her in the air. He floated her upright, and pat heron the shoulder.

“Okay, sugar, calm down,” he said, even as he grinned.

“I hate these Lake Parties!” she hissed, pulling her shorts back on. Her clit was so sensitive, it almost hurt as the material brushed against it. “Please, can I go?”

“Absolutely not,” he said, matter-of-factly. “Not unless you don’t want to cum for another month.”

“I’d rather not!” she said.

Devin shrugged. “Okay, sure. But you’re still staying.”

Jecky’s eyes widened. “No! That’s not what I meant!”

“Then next time, say what you mean,” he said. He handed her the can of Coke. “Here. We had less of this stuff than I thought.” He’d also refilled his glass and now took a long sip from it. Jecky couldn’t help but notice the press of his lips to the glass, and her clit throbbed. He sensed that attention and smiled, winking at her. He made an air kiss at her, and she shuddered as she felt a hot, wet tongue slowly drag along her aching clit.

The can was still cold. She wanted to press it between her legs to try and soothe the ache, but knew it would do no good. Jecky opened her mouth to say something, but was interrupted by another guy who came up from behind Devin.

“Hey, dude! How ya doin’?” A statuesque redhead came up to him, clapping him on the back, totally ignoring Jecky.

“Oh, you know just chillin’ and groovin’,” said Devin with a laugh. He waved to the side. “This is Jecky.”

“Uh-huh,” said the redhead, sparing her a glance, but obviously not impressed. “Hey, so, have you talked to Tina yet? She wanted to ask your advice on something.”

Devin’s eyes brightened. “No, I haven’t! Where is that little hottie?”

The redhead grinned and pointed towards the far door. Devin nodded and walked off to greet some other girl. The redhead turned back to Jecky. He glanced her up and down, “hmphed”, then snapped his fingers. Jecky felt a sudden draft and gasped as she realized her clothes had vanished right off her body. “Hey!” she said, instinctively trying to cover herself. “Hey, give those back!”

“They’re back in your apartment,” said the redhead.

“But my keys were in my shorts!”

“Not my problem.”

Jecky was about to chase after him, when another couple of guys bumped past her. They grinned at her, then one reached out and tapped her right on the clit, even as a touch of magic forced her hands away from herself.

Instantly, Jecky felt the world freeze, and herself with it. Sound lowered to a barely perceptible bass and everyone around her was almost still as a statue; as she watched, she could see only slight hints of movement. As the world slowed, she could feel little tingles begin to cover her clit. The quick pings of sensation one normally felt were instead like long, tiny little nerve clenches. The guy’s finger was still touching her, if barely. She didn’t think to try and count, the tingles were too distracting with how drawn out they were, but it felt like it took nearly a minute for his finger to finally break contact with her clit.

Once he broke contact, the tingles spread quickly down her pussy lips, and flowed into her sex, lighting up her every nerve; the sensation was the only thing that moved quickly now. His finger was still hovering a millimeter away from her clit. Then two. Then three. Then four. The further his finger got, the more intense the tingles in her pussy and on her clit. Jecky felt herself start to gasp, but this too was impossibly stretched out. Air hiss with agonizing slowness past her lips, and she felt the muscles in her pussy begin to clench. Jecky tried to blink, but even this took forever, her lids making a long, leisurely journey over her eye balls.

The guy, whose finger was still an couple inches away, had Time Warped her, slowed her perceptions down so that she interpreted the world at what was probably one-thirtieth, or maybe even one-fiftieth the speed. Realistically, only a second had actually passed. The guy was withdrawing his hand and he and his friend were walking on. To everyone else, she probably looked like she had just quickly jerked from his touch. But to Jecky, the course of a second had already felt like five minutes.

He wasn’t going to leave her like this, was he?! Oh, Jesus, her pussy was still slowly clenching, the wave of tingles still drawn out, the sensations grinding her with their creeping, inexorably stronger intensity. And it was just beginning. On and on the sensation went as the world slowly moved on around her, most of the others probably not even aware that every second for them was like several minutes for her. This one moment of a simple pleasure zap, something she could just brush off normally, was crushing her as she was forced to savor it for a mini-eternity.

She swore an hour must have gone by, maybe even two, before the tingles faded, her pussy finished its reflexive clenching, and suddenly, the Time Warp spell kicked off. Jecky stumbled forward, crashing to the floor, letting out a half-agonized, half-terrified groan, tears welling up in her eyes. The two guys laughed as they left, finally walking away at normal speed, and no one else at the party did more than give her a glance. She had probably been under that spell for five seconds, at most.

Naked and shivering on her hands and knees, she caught her breath, then staggered to her feet, and stumbled out the door. Her hard clit throbbed, her juices leaking all the way down to her feet, eliciting wolf whistles and cat calls and a few more pleasure zaps from random guys in the crowd. She reached the elevator and collapsed into it.

Halfway down to her floor, a middle aged man, fully dressed in a gym clothes and sneakers came in, glancing at her with an annoyed, almost exasperated look. Jecky didn’t stand up, but shuffled herself into the corner. He shook his head derisively, though she could only guess at what. Her being naked? How pathetic she was? How loud her clit must have been humming in his mind?

And then suddenly, he was standing right in front of her, facing away from her so his ass was in her face. He moved his foot slightly back and up, so the rough heel of his sneaker pressed against her teased clit. Jecky grunted and tried to move, only to feel his power push her hands back when she tried to move his leg.

“Hump it, bitch,” he said. Even though she couldn’t see his face, she could hear the sneer in his voice. “I could use the energy.”

Jecky felt the compulsion seize her, and she bucked against his shoe, soaking the bottom of the heel. The man let out a contented sigh, no doubt absorbing the energy of her sexual desperation. Energy which no doubt healed and refreshed him after a long workout at the gym, or perhaps gave him a motivating boost just before.

For several intense seconds, Jecky could only think of the rough, dirty rubber grinding against her pussy, then the doors slid open, and he was gone, leaving her humping the air for a few confused moments. Jecky shook her head to clear it and gulped. She was on the ground floor now. She forced herself to get up and hit the button to her floor again.

Reaching her door, she remembered suddenly how that one young woman had teleported her clothes back into her apartment, or so he claimed, tossing her key inside with them. She was locked out. Exhausted from the teasing, she sat outside her door, debating the wisdom of returning to the party to find Devin, so he could lend her the spare key he kept. Chances are he was already pissed at her for ditching.

Just how pissed became apparent just a few moments later, when she felt his power seize her, yanking her bodily off the floor, and floating her towards the stairwell. She thought he was going to fly her all the way back to the party, but instead, she was floated out onto his own apartment’s floor, and yanked her by her pussy all the way towards his apartment.

He was holding the door open for her, and he pulled her inside, dumping her on the floor of his living room. He slammed the door and stood there frowning balefully down at her. Jecky opened her mouth to speak, but instead shrieked as a burst of magic shot pleasure through her pussy, so intense it burned. Her clitoris tightened to maximum possible tension, her labia swelled, and an agonizing duality of pain and pleasure threatened to make her black out. But he wouldn’t let her.

“Did I say you could leave, you fucking ditz?”

“Please, I can’t, it’s too much,” said Jecky. “Enough already!”

He shook his head, and his power floated her off the floor. The pleasure knife sensation faded, but her clit was still diamond hard. Then, she felt a thrumming sensation deep inside, her own vaginal walls coaxed by magic to undulate in a special way designed to please a man.

“Please, no!” cried Jecky as she felt herself floated onto the bed, her limbs spread eagle. “No more… stop… I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have left… please … it hurts…!”

Devin sighed and crawled on top of her. “You are such a whiner, you know that?” she could feel his hard, hot sex slide against her, lubricating himself for entry. Every touch sent lightning bolts of pleasure through her. Then, he entered her. Jecky felt her world go white as pleasure exploded inside her core with agonizing intensity, as though the mere touch of his cock set every single nerve inside and out her sex aflame. She knew this trick. He was Roasting her, pumping pure, uncut pleasure right into her pussy through his cock, sending her nerves into overload, but not letting her pass out!

He thrust into her, slow but steady at first, then speeding up gradually until he was hammering into her. He then teased and grunted in orgasm, filling her with his seed. He paused a moment to catch his breath, then started moving again, first slow, then gradually building up until he came. Over and over he went, even without any semen to give, enjoying myriad orgasms in a way no man had been able to before Sex Magic made them into sexual Gods with absolute control of women’s bodies. And as he used her for his pleasure, he Roasted her the entire time, burning her nerves with pleasure so intense it felt like her soul was on fire. She could not even draw breath to scream, even as he ground her hard against the edge of orgasm without true relief.

When he finally was sated, hours later, the sun was already long up. Magically refreshed, he showered, dressed, and went out to go about his day. Jecky lay there, crying and broken, her pussy in absolute agony, her body no longer frozen, but stiff and shivering.

When she finally was able to gain enough of her wits and sense of her own body back, she tried to leave, only to discover that Devin had taped her spare key over her pussy. She reached down to grab it, only to find that she suddenly couldn’t bring her hands within three inches of her genitals; a magic field preventing her from touching herself. She was going to have to go out, completely naked, and ask one of her neighbors to remove the key from her pussy.

Would he punish her further if she didn’t wait for him and ask him to do it? She had no desire to ask another woman to do it, but if she asked any of the other men here, what would they do to him in exchange for the little favor?

Defeated, she lay back down on Devin’s bed and waited. Better the god she knew…

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Jecky chuckled as she watched the highly sexual, and highly scandalous, dream she had planted in Devin’s mind as he slept. Helpless to her power, Devin was experiencing the impossible, a world where men had gained Sex Magic, not women. In truth, however, it was all an illusion, and every orgasm he enjoyed in his sleep served only to edge him in the waking world, worsening his blue balls that much more. He tossed and turned in his sleep, his achingly tense body desperately trying to wake him to stop the torment, but her magic held his mind fast in his altered memories. When he did finally wake up, he’d be that much more tortured, having experienced relief and catharsis, only to realize it had all been a lie, his body and mind aching worse than ever. She looked forward to fucking him until his mind broke, right at that most soul crushing moment of realization!

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NOTE: Psyche! ;)

Haha, nah, disregard the last paragraph if you like.

I am curious, though, just how much worse, or arousing, the situation seems with the genders flipped.