Toynapped Putting the Toy in Story chapter 6 by TinyLesbo

One major downside to being a toy is that you couldn't actually sleep. With few exceptions, your eyes remained open, and while rest was possible, even obligatory when there were people in the room, that didn't stop Jessie from seeing the hand reach for her.

 

And being completely unable to stop it. Lifted gently away from Aiko and her pile of toys, Jessie had no choice but to smile and fall limp, as Hana's face swung into her vision.

 

"Hello cowgirl." She whispered, squashing a massive kiss across Jessie's face. 

 

A few pairs of worried eyes blinked after Jessie as she was carried out of the room, limp in Hana's delicate hand, but what could any of them realistically do? Mount an intrepid mission to save her, somehow without being seen?

 

Given how attentive Hana was to her last time they were together, something told Jessie that would be nearly impossible. So she resigned to her fate, and just flopped against Hana's hand. 

 

Like everything else, it seemed the older sister cared less about her nightwear too, wearing just an oversized t shirt and some pale colour panties. In the limited light, Jessie couldn't quite tell. That didn't seem to matter particularly though, because the moment Hana was back on her bed, the panties were removed.

 

Catching on Hana's thighs and fluttering down to the floor, suddenly things took a weird turn for Jessie. She'd seen people without their clothes on sometimes - it had to happen when they were taking baths or showers, and she had been privy to a few of those in her time - but in bed? 

 

Hana crossed her legs around Jessie, and she could see every inch of those ample thighs from her static vision, including the dark mystery between them. In limited light, dark was practically all she could see, where patchy tufts of short, downy hair surrounded a soft, fleshy looking hole. Almost like a mouth, but sideways?

 

Jessie frowned to herself; toys didn't have those. At least as far as she knew. 

 

"Are... are you sure, Alex?" Hana kept her voice low, and there came that name again. Jessie wasn't sure she liked it. "What'll happen if your parents catch us?"

 

"It... d-doesn't matter, Hana!" She put on a fake voice, and Jessie supposed that was her 'play' voice. "My parents don't understand me, but you do, and that's all that matters!"

 

Shivering with nerves, Hana gently lifted Jessie's arm at the wrist, and pulled it forward, dragging her whole body slowly inwards. Able to do nothing but stare and smile, the odd, bouncy sensation of skin reached her hand as it in turn reached the fleshy organ between Hana's legs. Tender, warm, a little fuzzy, she'd definitely touched worse things. But what exactly was Hana d-

 

Suddenly, the tender, purplish flesh swallowed her arm. Engulfed in ferocious heat, Jessie could feel the slimy, bumpy, rippling pulse around her arm as she was slowly pushed further in. Up to the shoulder joint, she was pushed inside of Hana, who was biting her lip and grunting with some release of effort above her. Jessie could finally close an eye to keep the hair out, but all sorts of liquids oozed out of Hana as she gently, purposefully pumped the tiny Jessie in and out of her. From the wrist to the shoulder, she watched as her entire arm disappeared into this girl, on repeat like that stuck video tape back at Andy's house. 

 

"I love your pussy, Hana. I love it so much...!" Hana grunted, her breath coming in short bursts as she continued to push Jessie's arm into her. "I wanna touch it and kiss it and lick it and-"

 

"Heyyy...!"

 

Suddenly, Hana's fantasy was shattered as a door creaked open nearby. Bedsheets were thrown over the pair of them, and Hana's thighs clamped shut as she laid down, stopping all activity. Sunk up to the shoulder in Hana's 'pussy' - that was a weird word for a thing - and trapped between thighs, Jessie supposed she just had to sit there until the danger was over. Whatever Hana was doing to her, it left both of them covered in weird smelling fluids, and she wasn't so sure her fabric body was built for this kind of play. That was nothing a trip to the bath or washing machine couldn't solve, but she could already hear the other toys mocking her whenever she got back to Aiko's room.

 

...if at all.

 

But laid here in the sweaty darkness, with Hana's pussy still pulsing around her arm, like it was trying to pull her in, that felt a long way away.

 

"Where's my cowgirl?!" Aiko thudded into Hana's room, not that Jessie could tell. With fuzzy hair against her face, and her arm still buried inside the older sister, the best she could do was assume. 

 

"I d-don't have her!" Hana gasped from above, and Jessie had to agree. Neither of them really wanted to be found like this. 

 

"Liar!" Aiko raged, and clambered onto Hana's bed next to her. The world got darker as Hana tightened the bedclothes around her body, but then an enormous heavy force fell down on top of Jessie, pushing her deeper between Hana's legs. A moan escaped the older sister, and things just got slimier as scratchy, hairy darkness grated away at Jessie's face. She could at least close her eyes when no one was looking, but it was like the time Buster dropped her on the welcome mat, except grosser. 

 

Meanwhile the sisters carried on fighting above, and Jessie was pinned between the two of them. She wasn't sure if the bedsheet barrier made things better or worse, but the heat was unbearable, she could barely move or even think, and the two sisters shouting at each other was just going to summon their mom before long. And who knew what was going to happen then?

 

"Give her back!" Aiko cried, and some of the weight shifted forward with her voice. Was Aiko sitting on her, Jessie grimaced. As if one pussy wasn't bad enough. She'd officially decided; the bedsheet made it less bad. But while Jessie didn't have any weight on her any more, the noise and shaking were just as bad, as Aiko just repeatedly shouted for her sister to give her back. 

 

Of the two situations, she knew which she preferred; one was stuffy, but had company, and the other left her soaked and smelly, covered in weird liquids and hair. 

 

"Give her back! Give my cowgirl back! She's not yours!" Aiko shrieked.

 

"Mom said she was!" Hana retaliated, and there was a shove as Aiko fell back or something. Weight rolled over Jessie, squashing her into Hana's pussy again, but only for a moment.

 

There was the snap of a light switch, and both girls stopped fighting immediately.

 

"Mom said she has to go to work in four hours." Mom's voice called from somewhere nearby. "Hana." She said, and Hana's thighs twitched around Jessie. "Do you have your sister's cowgirl dolly?"

 

"You said it was my doll!" Hana whined.

 

"I said you can share her if you play with your sister." Mom said. 

 

"So can't she wait til morning? I'm still playing with her."

 

"So you do have her!" Aiko cried. "You're a meany stinky liar face!"

 

"Only because you burst into my room in the middle of the night demanding her!"

 

"Because you stole her!"

 

"Well if you hadn't-"

 

"Girls!" Mom raised her voice again, silencing both sisters. "Hana. Please give your sister the cowgirl dolly back."

 

"But-"

 

"Hana-chan!" Mom's voice lowered a notch, and Hana complied immediately. A hand wrapped around Jessie, and she felt the warmth of her arm leaving Hana's pussy, followed almost instantly by the blinding brightness of a naked bedroom light. With a sullen, almost pouting look, Hana just thrust Jessie into Aiko's arms.

 

"Ewwwww...!" Aiko cringed, as slime leaked from Jessie's arm into her hands. "Why's she so stinky?! Gross, Hana!"

 

"Does it matter? You got your stupid cowgirl back." Hana glowered, turning away from her sister.

 

"We will rinse her in the sink, Aiko-chan." Mom said softly, as Aiko left the room. "Hana. If you need to play with your sister's toys, please ask her."

 

Suddenly Mom knelt down by the bed, as Hana looked away furiously.

 

"Is there something you need to tell me?"

 

"...sorry." Hana's voice was brusque. Forced. Tear choked.

 

"...that is not what I-" Mom began, but thought better of herself. "...never mind. We will discuss this in the morning, Hana. Oyasumi."

 

"Night Mom." Hana sniffled, and her door was slowly closed again. 

 

Lost in the gentle tinkling of running water, Jessie was expressionless, yet drowning horribly, as the younger sister tried to clean her up. Whatever that kind of playtime was, she wasn't sure she liked it. But Hana wasn't about to stop there, was she?