BCJ, Chapter 88: Breakfast and Bondage

Of course, while I was annoyed and angry, I wasn’t actually afraid of Chameleon. Why? Well, Ana was only half of ‘me’. The other half was literally right next door, making breakfast and drinking some iced tea while sitting at the kitchen table. I was calm enough to even put on some boxers and a t-shirt.

Honestly I was half-expecting that Chameleon’s sudden neuroses was brought on by my presence? Maybe I radiated some sort of harmful psychic energy or whatever? Especially once Gemini moved in and the two of us were in the same building, right next door to someone who needs to struggle to maintain her emotions all day, every day, in order to survive. That kinda psychological pressure is enough to make anyone go a little crazy.

Most importantly, it seemed like she was trying to ‘protect’ me in her own twisted neurotic way. So I was kinda amused and interested to see how things played out. Plus, I figured that once Gemini woke up, the two of us could go rescue Ana if necessary.

I couldn’t see or feel anything that Chameleon was doing to Ana, but I could tell that she was reorienting me so that I was laying face-down. And judging by the sounds I was hearing and the pressure I vaguely sensed on certain parts of my body, I knew it was some kinda stupid bondage contraption.

As long as she didn’t try to cut anything off or hobble me or some crazy shit like that, I didn’t mind ‘playing’ with whips, tasers and fuck-machines for a little while. Plus, it wasn’t my house and I wasn’t about to clean up whatever mess she made in the process.

When my sensations finally returned, Ana was stuck in a kneeling position on some kinda bench, with her ass up in the air. Her neck and hands were locked into a cushioned metal pillory type thing, from what I could tell at least. I’ve seen a ton of bondage porn, but never actually experienced it, so it’s not like I’m a fucking expert. Not to mention that it was still so dark that I couldn’t see anything.

*Crack! Whi-crack!*

Before I had the chance to say anything significant, she had already started flogging or whipping me. It felt and sounded more like a whip, just due to the relatively smaller area of impact, not to mention the sound and pain. Fortunately, my tolerance for pain has always been pretty obscenely high.

“Ahh~, what the fuck Chameleon? Ah~! Shit!” The area of impact was my ass cheeks, so it didn’t actually hurt too much, but I was afraid she might actually do some damage if I didn’t play along. Sometimes the whip cracked on my ass, which wasn’t that bad, but when it hit my lower or upper back, it hurt like a bitch and I legitimately screamed from the pain.

“Hahaha~!” On the other hand, Michael was cooking a fish fillet in a pan, along with a can of beans and Italian seasoned tomatoes. The reason why I laughed was because I was texting with Demoness and Angel. I sent both of them messages asking about what the actual fuck was wrong with Chameleon and recieved two answers almost immediately.

[Demoness: Mom has always been a crazy bitch, but she gets super extra-bitchy and crazy on her period. Hehe, if Ana is in a BDSM dungeon, that’s my old room.]

[Angel: Mama has to restrain herself all the time because of her superpower. She’s the only member of the Fifth Generation still alive, so as you can imagine, she’s been through a lot of trauma throughout her life. It’s sad, but she has a lot of defects that they fixed in the Sixth and Seventh Generation. For a few days every month, she has to menstruate and loses control of her emotions. It got worse as she got older. Usually she would make us lock ourselves in our rooms when she felt it starting. So that she couldn’t hurt us.]

[Demoness: Lmao, I remember this one time that Mom broke into my room because I forgot to lock the door and she like, totally tortured the shit outta me for a few days! It was pretty hot, not gonna lie.]

[Angel: One time Mama did something really bad to my sister. After that, she said that she couldn’t trust herself anymore and was really upset for a long time. Infinity gave us our own houses after that. I haven’t spoken to her in person since then. It’s been a whole year.]

[Demoness: Hehe, I keep trying to get Mom to punish me again, but whenever I come around she always hides from me… Ah, my Mommy abused and abandoned me~, if only I had someone to comfort me? Hehehe~!]

Between cooking and trying to keep up with both conversations, the whipping, caning and flogging couldn’t really hold my attention. I still moaned, screamed and cried out when I was struck, but mostly I was hungrier than I was horny.

Eventually she stopped ‘torturing’ me and said, “Aww… Don’t worry, I’ll make you all better Ana.” And uh, started licking me. Specifically, she was licking the scratches, bruises and welts. The weird thing was that once she did that, my ass, back and thighs burned at first, but then actually stopped stinging as much. They didn’t become numb, but more like a soothing balm than an anesthetic.

As I finished making my meal and started eating, I sent a message to Demoness and she quickly responded: [Mom has a few superpowers that I know of… First is the camouflage, obviously hehe~! Then there’s the poisonous… Or is it venomous? Well, her fingernails can numb people and animals if it breaks the skin. But it takes her a while to ‘make more’, hehe, if you know what I mean. And her spit is an awesome lube… Ah, well, it also treats minor wounds and makes them heal faster. She would kiss our ‘boo boos’ when we were kids and cuts or scrapes would be gone in seconds. I don’t know if it works on normies though. Probably only Eves? Ah, is she licking you all over right now? I wish I was there~!]

[Cicada sent you a picture.]

As I was taking a sip of iced tea through a straw, I looked at the picture and started choking. It was a selfie of the bug-girl, who was still wearing a bandana to cover her nose and mouth. She was also still totally naked and I could see her breasts, but the thing that surprised me was that my house was in the background.

More specifically, behind the blurry wings on her back, I could see my pier, the house on the hill, the wind turbines… The problem was the elevation. It looked like she was over the ocean, but at least a couple dozen meters in the air, maybe higher.

I texted her back: [Holy shit, you can actually fly?!]

Right after that, I heard three dings and then looked over at the window near my door. At first I was a little confused. Why? Well, because at a glance, I honestly couldn’t tell what the fuck I was looking at… I mean, the window is pretty big, sure, but there’s a limit to how small a person can be, right?

“What the fuck? Cicada?” I got up and walked over to the door, realizing why she could fly. Not only that, but easily hover a few meters off the ground and tap on my window.

*Bzzzzzst* The sound that her wings made was so fucking loud I almost shut the door immedaitely after opening it. Fortunately, she flew inside and quickly landed on my table before sitting on the ‘bar’ counter.

“Mmmhmmmn~!” She didn’t speak verbally, but I could hear a soft, high-pitched voice in my mind. Then a giggle, followed by: “Nice to meet you, Michael. This food looks lovely, do you mind if I have some?”

“Sure, go ahead. There’s plenty uh, I’ll give you a plate though.” After saying that, I grabbed a tiny plate from the cabinet and put a bit of the leftover food in the pan, onto it. As I placed the plate before her, I couldn’t help asking: “How tall are you?”

“Hmmm~…” She reached out and grabbed a piece of fish with her chitinous right hand. The left hand put down the miniature cellphone onto the counter and then she lifted her mask slightly, but hid her face away from me as if she was embarrassed. Meanwhile, she was totally naked… After some clicking and crunching noises, I heard her whisper into my mind: “Sixty centimeters or… About two feet. Why, are you disappointed?”

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