Chapter 2

 

Jones watched her while she rested. He admired his bite mark on her neck. Jones enjoyed biting. He knew that lovers left hickeys on their partners supposedly as a psychological sign of possessiveness. Jones knew he was possessive. He was possessive of all his lovers. Lover was the wrong word. They were slaves, not lovers. He supposed his bites were a sadist’s version of possessiveness.

When Jones bit a woman it made him feel like a vampire. He felt like he was a vampire, though not of the sort depicted in the movies. Vampires sucked life force out of people to sustain their own life force. Many victims fell in order to sustain a single vampire. Jones felt he was a bit like that. He took away their current way of life in order to improve his own quality of life.

He also felt like a sexual saint for not having taken his own satisfaction despite his total control and ability to have done so. He had no intention of keeping that halo. Her pleasure had literally come first and repeatedly. Of course, that had nothing to do with chivalry. Even strong-willed women had a hard time denying him anything he set his sights on. A young girl like Becca, given so much overwhelming pleasure, would soon find it almost impossible to deny him anything. Exactly as it should be.

When Becca woke nude in an unfamiliar location, her blue eyes darted around the room in alarm. The walls and ceiling were sterile white and she realized she was still in Jones’ suite at the Mental Health Center. She wished she wasn’t there. She wished she had never been there.

Waking up inside a suite designed to contain mentally deranged persons made her feel highly vulnerable. She wished she was wearing clothes. The site of her own nudity made her feel ten times more vulnerable. Looking up to see Jones studying her made her feel a hundred times more vulnerable.

Oh my God, thought Becca, that sick skinhead old freak shoved his fingers up her pussy. She had come. Actually, she hadn’t just come, she had had multiple orgasms. That was a first! It had been wonderful but how horrible that she had done it!

At that moment Jones started tugging gently but insistently at her pubic hair. The sensation made her look down there. With shame she noted her dark little bush was plastered to her pubic mound and gleaming from her pussy juices.

Jones’ cold eyes noted her alarm, “Wakey wakey, Pretty Toy. Time for you to perform the function you were built for. “

Becca was groggy and off balance. “What? “

“Fucking. Why else are you equipped with a pussy? That added feature clearly has a purpose. Fucking. “

“Get your shitty hand off me, you sick creep! “

“The staff members here seem to be insensitive to the needs of the patients. No wonder why the recovery rate is so low. I’m thankful I don’t have any mental issues to recover from or I’d begin to despair. “

“Get away from me, Mr. Jones! “

“You are slightly more respectful in use of title but not in tone. When I first met you I told you beauty is like a weapon. I’ll explain. You are beautiful. To utilize your beauty weapon you must exercise it in sex. Remember, a weapon unused is a useless weapon. No one wants to feel useless. I’m here to help you. “

Becca thought Jones’s voice and word pattern both had a singsong hypnotic quality. It was doing something to her. She shook her head, not in denial, but just to try to clear it of the webs he was spinning.

“Go to hell. “

“That’s too bad. Pretty Toy is malfunctioning. I’ll need to hit the reset button. “

Jones, less than average size himself but still far bigger than delicate Becca, grabbed her left bicep which was nearest to him and flipped her over onto her belly. The fact she was attempting to rise at the time actually assisted him. On her belly she levered her knees underneath to attempt to rise again but his left hand pinned her face to the pillow by pressing on the back of her thin neck. His right hand, covered with her dried secretions from their previous interlude, returned to work at her displayed pussy.

Becca discovered she was helpless, blinded and partially muffled by the pillow he pressed against her face. She wanted to resist but it seemed so hopeless. Oddly, she was also worried that in violently struggling she might hurt him. It was a crazy thought but he was a patient after all. That made her the responsible party. She actually felt guilty for all they had done and even felt herself make a down payment of guilt for what was about to happen.

She stopped struggling but he kept her face pressed into the pillow and continued working about her pussy, spreading the outer and inner lips, fingers pinning them aside and making her pussy gape, cool air rushing in.

Where the hell was the damn guard? She managed to twist her eyes towards the door to the room and saw it was still open. The fool hadn’t closed the door! If she could yell out a guard anywhere up or down the ward hallway would hear and come to her assistance.

His index and middle fingers pushed in and out of her vagina while the pad of his thumb palpitated her clitoris, “Ahhh, here is that reset button. “

“Ahhhh. “Her “ahhhh” was of a far different tone and nature than his.

She couldn’t let this happen again. Since she didn’t have the physical strength, she was going to need help. Jones was distracted trying to overwhelm her pussy with sensation and the grip on her neck had loosened. Becca mustered her strength and reared up with all her weak might. It was enough to raise her face several inches off the pillow just long enough for her to yell, “Guard! “

He muffled further cries by pushing her face back into the pillow.

He continued working at her defenseless glistening pussy. When he spoke he did not sound angry at all, “Pretty Toy, when I hit your reset button apparently I put you on the wrong setting. I’d meant to switch you to “Monogamous Service” so you would give me all your attention. However, it seems I have accidentally set you on “Multiple Sexual Partners”. Why else would you want the guard to join us? “

Becca was angry now. This guy was molesting her, mistreating her, disrespecting her, and now he was mocking her attempt to get help. Like Wilrey, or whoever the guard was, would actually join them in some perverted three-way.

Although Becca was furious with Jones, she was even angrier at her own body. Her pussy streamed with juice, her knees trembled, and the extreme pleasure Jones induced made it hard for her to think coherently. Humiliating recollections flashed through her mind. Jones, mocking her. Her body, selling out. Jones, suggesting pasty fat-faced Wilrey could join in and have at her. Recalling the exquisite humiliation spurred new waves of pleasure in her body. She grunted and issued a long reluctant moan, her body stiffening and pushing her hot pussy into the palm of Jones’ hand. She was so angry and hot, troubled and aroused.

She pictured Wilrey shoving his pale thick cock into her wet defenseless pussy. Mentally, she clung to the picture like she was drowning as a way to tame her arousal. Instead, it had the opposite effect. The more she pictured Wilrey’s cock shafting into her little pussy the hotter she became.

Jones flipped her onto her back, grabbed both her ankles in his hands and lifted her legs up and back until her feet spread wide and even with her face. This raised her ass off the mattress and it quivered just inches from his arched hard on. Dimly, she realized he was about to screw her. She knew she should struggle to stop him but stopping him didn’t seem as important to her as the pleasure she stood to gain if he fucked her.

If he did fuck her that would just be completely unprofessional of her. Besides, who knew where an accomplished pervert like Jones had stuck his cock in the past? So many women! This was horrible, unthinkable. Becca was embarrassed by the lewd acts of copulation her mind conjured. But her pussy wasn’t embarrassed. It was all for getting fucked, absolutely insistent.

Desperately, Becca cried out again for help, contradicting the longings of her pussy. “Guard! Guard! “ Becca knew guards anywhere on the wing would hear her passionate pleas for help. Any second now, someone would arrive at the room to rescue her.

Jones seemed unconcerned by Becca’s loud cries echoing in the small room. Even though Jones had no actual history of violence, with a small chill, Becca considered the possibility Jones had done something terrible to the guards.

“Pay attention, Pretty Toy,” Jones said. “I am going to inaugurate you off the assembly line with the gift of my cock. No champagne bottle so my cock has to do the job. Plus, I need to quality test your pussy. After all, I wouldn’t want to put my brand name on an inferior product. “

With a delighted smile Jones shoved his cock deep into her wetly grasping pussy. Becca gave a grunting, agonized but delighted cry in response. His cock speared her, thick and full and all the way in. Horror and disbelief filled half of her mind while the other half savored the thrill of the dubious accomplishment. Her mental battle of pleasure versus self-preservation was at an impasse, neither side in control of her body. Her body was on its own, surrendering to pure sensation. Her hips immediately slammed her pussy up onto his cock, craving the depraved contact.

Jones smiled with knowing satisfaction, pleased by her reaction. She could actually hear him humming. He must view her response as a definite sign of success on his sexual assembly line. She thought he was sick in the head but, then again, she also felt pride in pleasing him. With this irrational feeling of satisfaction Becca realized if Jones was sick in the head, he was no longer the only one.

Jones halted his thrusting and leaned back to examine her analytically. Becca was desperate for more contact. She slid her ass up his folded thighs and crammed her wetness on his cock. She closed her eyes tightly, unable to bear watching him observe her, not wanting to imagine what he was seeing and the judgments he was making about her. Becca’s face twisted and frowned in pleasure concentration, her mouth open and gasping passionate “ohhhhs” and delirious “ummms”.

“Pretty good, Pretty Toy. You are doing most of the work as is appropriate. Now, open your eyes and keep them open and focused on me or whoever is fucking you in the future. While you’re at it, make sure to fill those eyes with gratitude and worshipfulness, too. As your owner and re-creator I know you’re into me but you wouldn’t want anyone I gave you to for sex to think you were picturing someone else fucking you instead of them. That would be inconsiderate of you. Remember, it is not about you anymore, it is all about how you can please and serve your owner. That is a Pretty Toy’s purpose. “

To Becca, Jones’ words were a bothersome distraction to her ongoing all-important effort to mash her pussy flesh onto Jones’ dick. Jones disgusted and scared her but she needed his cock. She tried her best to ignore his words, but they insidiously wormed through the red clouds of confusion in her mind. They were persuasive, compelling. Without conscious permission Becca opened her eyes wide and tried her best to fill them with the desire she felt and the gratitude he demanded.
He pressed her legs down, feet over her head, her calves knocking her face while he thrust hard and steady into her sensitive sex. Becca felt appallingly vulnerable, not only because of the awkward helpless position she was shaped into but even more because Jones’ predatory gaze made her feel feeble in her own mind, pinned and perfectly vulnerable. She felt as mentally penetrated as she was physically penetrated. The start of a physical and emotional orgasm built higher.

Jones spoke. “I’m giving you what you need when you didn’t even know you needed it. The least you can do is thank me. A Pretty Toy like you should always be polite to its owner and users. Go ahead now. “

Becca felt shocked and dismayed by his order to thank him for his invasion. It was humiliating and unjust!

“Pretty Toy, is your voice box malfunctioning? Give your thanks. Speak now. “

He seemed intent on this, as intense as her own arousal. She should tell him no. She should tell him to go to hell. However, a part of her, a part growing louder and taking more control, was appreciative of what he was doing to her.

She opened her mouth wider, panting but about to speak. She had no ideawhat she was about to say. Suddenly Becca’s view of Jones’ intense face framed by white-painted sterile ceiling was joined in the frame by the fat face of Wilrey, the security guard.

Becca was relieved to see Wilrey knowing he would quickly stop the ordeal. Although she’d never admit it, truthfully, she was a little disappointed she would never know how huge that orgasm would have been.

Wilrey’s eyes opened wide with surprised delight. She couldn’t blame him, given her exposed position, but her cheeks burned red with embarrassment. What must he think of her seeing her naked, exposed pussy fucked by a patient? Surely he wouldn’t think this situation was consensual?

“Wilrey, help me! “

Jones twisted his face around and spotted Wilrey, “Yes, help her out, Wilrey. Shove your dick in Pretty Toy’s mouth. That’s the kind of help she wants. “

“Wow, Mr. Jones, that Becca is a real prize. Good score. “

“Go ahead and shove your dick in her face. I believe in sharing the wealth. “

It’s a good idea and all but I just got done with the Hopkins doll. I’m not sure my dick is up to the job. “

Jones sighed and continued mechanically thrusting into Becca’s tight pussy like a cook stirring a pot of stew, keeping it on an even boil, “Only one way to know for sure, Wilrey. Give it a try. Even if she can’t get it up for you, she’ll clean Doll’s juices off you. “

Wilrey paused, a big leering grin breaking out on his fat round face.

Becca froze, outraged out of her passionate daze. Was Wilrey admitting he’d had sex with Lilly Hopkins, the chronic masochistic masturbatory patient? When she passed Lilly Hopkin’s room, is that what she’d heard, Wilrey giving it to Hopkins? It was one thing for a patient like Jones to assault a staff member like her, but something else for a guard to take advantage of a female patient. It might be sexist but the expectations were different. Becca was a “victim” of a patient, not a victimizer of a patient. Sexually using poor Lilly Hopkins was a horrendous moral violation.

“Wilrey, you monster, how could you do that to poor Lilly? She’s a patient, you sick freak! I’m going to report you to Ms. Carter. You’ll be fired and prosecuted! “

Jones still thrust his cock into her pussy but she shut out the pleasure now. It was a matter of principle, of protecting a vulnerable patient.

Wilrey looked scared for a moment and his eyes darted to Jones. Unconcerned and relaxed, Jones continued to thrust, but addressed both of their concerns.

“Pretty Toy, the one we call Doll and who you know as Lilly Hopkins, is not an actual patient here. She is a fraud. She is one of my people. She is one of my many subjects. She didn’t want me to get too lonely while incarcerated. Why do you think business at Goethner-Varner is booming? She isn’t the only one “committed” to serve me. They help me pass the time and amuse my new friends such as Wilrey here. When I am freed, they will be “cured” and freed as well. Despite what you may think I am a principled man. You may not agree with or fully comprehend many of my beliefs, but one area we surely agree on is the humane treatment of the disadvantaged. Wilrey, tell her if I lie. “

Wilrey spoke earnestly, his eyes wide like a child’s. “It’s true, Pretty Toy. I was lonely before Mr. Jones allowed me to join his kingdom. I used to do bad things and sometimes hurt patients. Not anymore. I don’t need to. Now I just hurt the women who enjoy being hurt. “

Jones thrust particularly hard as if to punctuate Wilrey’s statement and drive the point home, “I’ve actually improved the lot of the patients here. They are off limits to my people and have no idea his Majesty King Jones runs the show. I do believe in humane treatment. The first Friday of every month I dispatch many of my female subjects to find vagrants on the streets to orally pleasure them. This King is magnanimous. Now, Pretty Toy, back to your purpose, which is fucking my dick and licking Doll’s juices off Wilrey’s. “

Becca felt the urgent need to remove Wilrey from Jones’ plan of action at war with her urgent need to come. Once Jones banished her concern for Lilly, all of her erotically pleasurable sensations returned to swamp her. She wanted to stop thinking and get to coming all over Jones’ cock, but wished the prospect of sex with Wilrey was out of the picture.

Becca panted, “Wilrey, just leave us alone. “

Wilrey grinned, “Listen to that, Mr. Jones. You must have pulled the Pretty Toy’s string. Now she just wants to be with you. She doesn’t want to be saved now. “

Becca triple flushed from her shameful embarrassment, her racing blood, and her rising need to orgasm. Her number one priority was keeping her pussy in colliding contact with Jones’ cock. All her physical energy was going towards fulfilling goal number one. That Jones was nibbling her nipples while holding her ankles above her head did not distract Becca from goal number one. Goal number two, a distant second, was to keep Wilrey away from her.

Wilrey dropped his pants, eagerly stepping out of them but keeping his dirty white socks and heavy black shoes on. Instinctively Becca found herself taking note of his penis. It was big and getting bigger despite its recent use. She could see areas of it still glistened with Lilly’s juices. He wasn’t really going to shove that slimy penis into her mouth, was he?

“Wilrey, get the fuck out of here,” she said. “Leave me alone! “

Jones spoke up, “Wilrey, ignore Pretty Toy’s malfunction. She’ll soon be repaired. You have my permission, help yourself. Perhaps if I adjust these dials a little…”

Jones released her ankles to pinch her nipples, twisting so hard she thought they might tear off.

Becca groaned in pain and frustration, “You fucker! “

“Yes, very accurate, Pretty Toy,” said Jones as he twisted her nipples in time with a series of faster harder thrusts.

Becca’s body shoved her pussy back at him eagerly and she thrilled in the harsh wonderful contact. Her mind lingered over the exquisite sensations of pain rippling from her savaged nipples. She became distracted again when Wilrey rubbed his damp hard cock lengthwise across her full lips, practically humping her lower face.

Wilrey urged her, “Come on, Pretty Toy, open those soft lips you’re equipped with and suck me. Get my dick all clean. Do it real good. I’ll give you a taste of my ball milk to swallow down. “

Becca opened her eyes and kept her mouth shut, feeling disgusted, helpless, and aroused. What could she do? Dimly, she realized she had to choose between continuing to resist or giving in to them and being what they wanted. Pleasure surged through her body as she realized she could relinquish all control to Jones and become a human fuck toy obeying commands. She wouldn’t be responsible for the pleasure she felt.

Her sharp arousal now surpassed her combined disgust, horror, and angry helplessness. The arousal wasn’t just from the physical actions of Jones cock skimming in and out of her sex or the compelling mix of pain and pleasure stemming from Jones twisting her inexperienced nipples.

No, the true source of her arousal was degradation. Their humiliating words, their utter lack of respect for her, all the wrongful mistreatments, her lewd and helpless nakedness, and even the grossness of Wilrey’s slimy penis sliding crosswise against her lips all pumped accelerant on her internal fires, driving her flames higher and spurring her arousal to billow to uncontrollable heights.

What if she just opened her mouth as wide as she could? It was an alien and insidious thought but the moment she conceived it she acted on it.

Wilrey groaned and slid his slimy cock into her widely gaping mouth, moving back and forth between the soft folds of her lips. She was doing it! She was actually doing it! She kept her wet little tongue working the sensitive underside of his cock, following the rhythm of Jones’ thrusts into her pussy. In a moment of unity she could sense all three of them taking pride and pleasure in the submission of her mouth to their will.

Becca pictured herself sucking in gross Wilrey’s dick and the repulsive image stoked her fires. She imagined Wilrey’s gratitude to Jones. Obviously, there was no way she’d be doing this for him if Jones hadn’t softened her will. Before today, she wouldn’t have given a creep like Wilrey the time of day and now she sucked him deep and wriggled her tongue on his cock with all her might.

Becca first mentally recoiled as she tasted the juices of Lilly Hopkins on Wilrey’s cock, but she quickly recovered, her tongue pushing harder. She eagerly swallowed a mouthful of her saliva, Wilrey’s pre-come, and the faint remnants of Lilly’s pussy juice. It was an unholy cocktail which made her thirsty for more.

Wilrey used undue force to jam his groin against Becca’s mouth, bouncing Becca’s head against the mattress. Apparently, he was not satisfied to let her service him, because he was actively face-fucking her.

A newly subjugated part of Becca’s rational mind rebelled, insisting she should be angered by the treatment, appalled by her own cooperation, sickened that she had slurped up another woman’s juices, and worried about the men and their depraved plans for her. Becca’s new persona, Pretty Toy, quickly quelled the rebellion, assuring her none of those things were important. Only pleasing the men and obtaining the greatest orgasm had any relevance now.

When Jones suddenly pulled out of her pussy, Becca whimpered, feeling a profound sense of loss and emptiness. Her skyrocketing pleasure halted and began to plummet back to Earth. Becca’s legs were still held in place due to Wilrey’s wide thighs pinning them while he dipped his cock down into her mouth.

Still servicing Wiley’s cock, Becca was completely unprepared when Jones wound up and delivered a full swing spank to her stretched taut ass cheeks. Five more followed while she choked around Wilrey’s cock.

Wilrey’s cock choked off Becca’s outraged screams of pain. All she managed was an inadequate muffled wail. Although upset by the spanking pain, she felt more cheated by the loss of Jones’ cock.

Jones spoke, “Wilrey, pull out. Before you interrupted us I was performing an important quality test on this toy. “

Wilrey pulled out with great reluctance, disentangled his legs from her and staggered several steps backward from Becca. Becca started to put her legs down.

Jones addressed her, “Pretty Toy, stay as you are. Recall our conversation just before Wilrey joined us. You are to thank me, your Creator. As well, you should kindly thank Wilrey for honoring you by putting his dick in your facial orifice. You should also give further words of appreciation and express what you want now. Do well, and you will be rewarded with the return of our cocks. “

Becca’s mental fog lifted for a moment, allowing her to think clearly. She had to have those cocks back in her mouth and pussy. The only way to get them was to thank their owners and then to beg for what she wanted. So she clearly had no choice and would have to do exactly as Jones commanded.

A wiser part, far back in her consciousness, Protested that thanking them and begging them would change her forever, but her newly dominant sexually submissive side didn’t give a damn.

Her voice sounded foreign, more husky and sexy, “I thank you, Mr. Jones, for everything. Please, please put your dick back in me. I love it. “

Jones seemed to consider, even halting Wilrey who had begun to step back into position, “Good, Pretty Toy. However, you are programmed to do even better. You should be more specific, more sexually graphic in your request. If you want your mouth and your pussy fucked you need to make the offer a tempting one to us. “

Becca didn’t hesitate. It seemed like a part of herself had secretly hoped he would demand more of her, “Please, Sir, Mr. Jones, I beg you to shove your dick back in my pussy. Please fuck me hard. I need it so bad, Sir, and I think I’d go crazy without it. I will be so grateful if you will fuck me. My little pussy is dripping for you. I want to suck Wilrey off too. It would be an honor. Anything you want, Mr. Jones. I’m all yours! I’ll do anything in return for the return of your dick! “

Becca held her ankles up by her ears and bared her pussy, her wide eyes pleading and begging Jones for his cock, waiting for any signal he found her complete capitulation acceptable.

Jones delivered a vicious spank to her ass, sending a shockwave of pain and disappointment through her. She must not have thanked and begged good enough to satisfy him. His next words greatly reassured her.

“Wilrey, I do believe this one now has my stamp of approval. The red hand print will temporarily do for the time being under these conditions. I’ll mark her permanently later. “

Jones resumed his position and thrust back into Becca’s soaked pussy. Becca found herself eagerly grabbing Wilrey’s cock in both hands and guiding it into her mouth. She angled her neck to push her mouth up and forward so her mouth could engulf the maximum amount of cock. It was awkward and her neck hurt but the sensation of being completely stuffed seemed worth it at the moment.

The three of them worked rhythmically like precision parts in a well oiled machine. In less than a minute Becca was coming while whining, her mouth still wrapped around Wilrey’s cock. It was the best orgasm of her life. A record, the orgasm held for about three minutes until she came again as Jones blasted come into her wildly flexing pussy.

Through both tremendous orgasms Becca focused as much of her will as she could muster to continue to suck and lick at Wilrey’s cock. She was determined to make him come. As the second orgasm began to pass she grabbed his testicles and gave them a light squeeze. That seemed to drive him over the edge and he came deep in her throat while he yelped and groaned. She swallowed and moaned, sharing his excitement.

Becca amazed herself by eagerly swallowing down all his sperm and licking his cock clean. It was like her submission turned her into an expert whore. She was a sexual automaton, a flesh machine whose purpose was to satisfy others. Somehow, it was wonderful to feel that way and tempting to imagine transforming permanently into a sex toy.

As Wilrey pulled his dick away from her mouth, a few droplets of sweat fell from his face, splashing her nose and cheek. Even this comparatively light sensation was enough to bring her back to reality. What had she been thinking? Why had she let them do this to her? She had to get away from these freaks before she lost herself. Before they did even more to her.

Becca relaxed her legs and pulled her pussy off Jones’ still throbbing cock, which tried to pump sperm into her but had nothing left to deliver. Becca slowly stood on shaky sore legs, aware Jones stared at her with a clinical, detached gaze.

“Do you think what we just did was crazy? “ he asked.

Becca hesitated. The use of the word “crazy” was, of course, frowned upon in a psychiatric ward. “It was not right,” she said. “It was not smart. It was not sane. “

Jones smiled with smug satisfaction, as if she had performed exactly as he expected. “Since you say it was not sane it must be the opposite. In your view, it must have been insane. People must be judged by their acts within the framework of their own viewpoint. For instance, to a true cannibal eating a human being is not insane or bad because he believes it to be a correct act. What Mr. Wilrey and I did was perfectly sane within our moral framework which tells us you are here to serve us in any way we see fit. So, Wilrey and I are totally sane. You, however, as defined by your own logic framework, are insane. So, as an insane person, you need to be committed to this facility until you can be declared sane. That will only be when you view the various sexual acts we engage in as completely sane, logical, appropriate, and desirable. Believe in me, and we’ll soon have you cured. It won’t be long before you can re-enter society as a much more useful Pretty Toy. “

Becca stared at him while fumbling to put her clothes back on. What was this madman talking about?

Jones leaned back on the mattress, his cock gleaming with her pussy oils.

“Wilrey, for her own good, go ahead and place Pretty Toy into her toy box. “

Wilrey looked confused, “Toy box, Mr. Jones? What toy box? “

“Wilrey, what does one store in a toy box? Pretty Toys, Dolls... “

“Ohhh! I get it! “

“Give Pretty Toy an official ward outfit too so she’ll fit in, just in case. Do have her cleaned up by Doll in the usual way. “

Wilrey leered with renewed eagerness, grabbing one of Becca’s thin biceps in a powerful grip that was beyond her ability to escape. He jerked her arm and she staggered along behind him. Feeling hopeless and exhausted, she didn’t even try to resist. If she had known what was in store for her, she would have fought, clawed and kicked all the way to her new toy box.

After unlocking the door with his code, Wilrey shoved Becca into Lilly Hopkins’ room. Becca did not resist as he pushed her onto a narrow bed and used leather straps to secure her delicate wrists to the top of the bed frame. Lilly Hopkins observed from a second bed through hunks of blond hair pulled over her face. Absently, Becca studied Lilly’s features and found her pretty, especially for a woman nearly as old as her own Mother. Oh, if Mother could see her now! How awful!

Wilrey finished pulling the straps secure and turned to Lilly, “Doll, Mr. Jones says to clean her out. His spunk is up her cunt. Lick her out good so she’ll be ready for more of the same. “

“You gross jerk! “ Becca yelled yanking and struggling vainly against the straps, which cut and stung her pale flesh. She turned frantic pleading eyes on Lilly Hopkins. Surely, the lady wouldn’t do what he was asking? Hope turned to dread when Lilly walked straight to her without hesitation or expression.

Lilly knelt on the bed between Becca’s feet, slid her hands between Becca’s inner thighs, and began pulling them apart to expose Becca’s hairy little pussy. Becca struggled wildly in an absolute panic, although deep down she recognized she couldn’t stop it.

She held Lilly off by wind-milling her legs, her feet churning and kicking and bruising Lilly’s arms. As she realized she was lucky Wilrey failed to tie her legs down, her eyes caught Wilrey chuckling and leaning against the sterile white wall. The jerk had left her legs free on purpose, hoping to see a one-sided catfight. This realization made her recognize Lilly Hopkins was as much a victim as herself.

Becca refused to continue to hurt Lilly for Wilrey’s entertainment and gave up the struggle. It was inevitable anyway.

Workmanlike, Lilly returned her dislodged hands to Becca’s soft inner thighs and spread her unresisting legs wide. Becca watched in horrified fascination as Lilly’s full red lips descended on her helpless pussy.

Lilly Hopkins clamped her mouth onto the pussy, lips to lips, and mechanically began to suck, suck, dart tongue in, suck, suck. Repeat. Repeat. Becca started feeling a potent mixture of awful wondrous sensations. Lilly’s eyes held a wicked delight in their depths as she watched Becca’s expression while she sucked and licked at the swollen folds of Becca’s pussy. As Lilly’s eyes darkened with arousal, they suddenly struck Becca as very similar to the black button eyes of an actual doll.

Trying to hold still despite the ungodly good sensations Lilly stirred in her sex, Becca laid passive and just tried to get through it. Becca stared as Lilly dropped her hand to her own pussy and started masturbating. Lilly’s pointer and middle fingers applied slow circular pressure to her clitoris. As Lilly pleasured herself, she moaned with pleasure against Becca’s pussy, causing delightful vibrations and tingles in the tender pink flesh.

Shocked by the twisted passion on Lilly’s face, Becca averted her eyes and tried to distract herself by watching the giggling Wilrey. But somehow thinking about Wilrey enjoying her predicament just boosted her horniness. Her pussy became even more sensitized, even more attuned to Lilly’s agile tongue. There was nothing she could do, she was at their mercy, and, God help her, she was starting to relish her helplessness. It felt like along with Jones’ come, Lilly was sucking her soul out through her pussy.

As she felt herself start up the pleasurable ascent towards climax, she bit her lip and shook her head. This was crazy. Maybe she was crazy. She tensed her leg muscles and pushed her butt down into the mattress to escape, but Lilly’s darting tongue and vacuuming mouth simply followed her the couple inches she gained. When she surrendered and relaxed, raising her ass back up, the tongue delved particularly deep until Lilly’s nose ground against her clitoris, causing the clitoris to harden and swell painfully.

Wilrey chimed in then with mocking, haunting words, “Becca, Becca. Your pussy looks so wet. Hopkins must have sucked out all the come by now. Not all that wetness can be her spit. Hell, I can smell you. You’re a real lesbian slut. Who knew? I bet you didn’t even know you’re an-all-the-time-with-anyone slut. Now we all know, including you, and now that you know it you can’t unlearn it. “

As Wilrey mocked her, Lilly worked diligently at her pussy. She drilled it with her tongue and every few seconds pulled it out to lick hard and quick up and down both sides of her labial lips, first the outer, then the inner, then a swipe across the clitoris, then back to tunnelling her tongue deep up Becca’s pussy. Becca felt like she was going crazy. She could hardly think. She wanted Lilly to continue tonguing her pussy, from then into infinity. Nothing else mattered. If Wilrey had offered her immediate freedom without first allowing Lilly to bring her to orgasm Becca would have turned him down. All her priorities had flipped upside down. More accurately, she only had one priority now. Orgasm.

Without permission her trim hips shoved her pussy deeper onto Lilly’s tongue, grinding her pussy hair hard against Lilly’s face. Pussy and mouth mashed together again and again in violent kisses. Sometimes Lilly’s nose would mash Becca’s clitoris, causing a powerful good/bad pain/pleasure and sometimes Lilly’s teeth would scrape her most vulnerable skin, causing her to gasp in pain before returning to groans of fuller pleasure. The wild bouncing smeared pussy juice all over Lilly’s face. Lilly didn’t seem to mind, she seemed to revel in it.

“Ah, ahhhhh! ,” Becca howled as all of her muscles tensed. This madness was going to drive her mad. “So good -I’m going to -I’m going to come again! “

Moments later she did come again. Her orgasms continued to grow successively stronger despite her repeated mistaken beliefs no higher peaks could be achieved.

Lilly pulled her wet mouth off Becca’s pulsing pussy and fondled her own pussy quite harshly until she, too, came a minute after Becca’s orgasm. Becca watched the process with lewd fascination, wondering why watching the pretty older lady diddle herself was so arousing.

After Lilly came Becca glanced at Wilrey, feeling slightly repulsed by his self-satisfied smirk. She found her eyes automatically checked his groin for a tell-tale bulge. It was there! Was he going to fuck her? Surprisingly, she did not dread the thought. If Wilrey decided to fuck her she guessed he could help himself and she wouldn’t mind as long as he made her come again.

Wilrey noticed her look, “Not yet, little slut. You need to learn some manners. Doll here sucked your pussy. Only fair you return the favor. “

“Go fuck yourself! “Becca yelled.

Wilrey ground his hips in slow circles, accentuating the bulge in his pants. “Now why would I do that when I’ve got you? “

Becca eyed Lilly’s blond furred pussy, dreading crossing that lesbian line. Getting licked by a woman against her will was one thing but sucking another woman’s pussy would be a mental stigma that would brand her psyche forever.

Lilly Hopkins eyes sparkled with delight as she rose up, straddled Becca, and mashed her thick blond bush into Becca’s face. Becca kept her mouth closed, lips pressed so tightly together they were turning white. Lilly lightly bumped her mound against Becca’s closed lips, leaving a dewy covering of pussy juice all over her jaw.

Sudden pain flashed in Becca. Her pussy! Aargh! Wilrey was pinching her clit viciously. Not only pinching, but twisting and pulling.

“I’ll just keep doing this until you lick Doll’s cunt and suck in her juices, Pretty Toy. We both know you’ll give in sooner or later so go ahead and put that tongue to work. “

Becca couldn’t think through the pain. She parted her lips to scream, to release some small portion of the pain. As she screamed against Lilly’s pussy, Lilly cooed with delight, the first vocal sound she’d made during the encounter.

Wilrey relaxed his clit pinch a little. Becca was grateful and she flicked her tongue through Lilly’s swampy bush and tentatively licked at her sloppy pussy lips. Wilrey continued to squeeze Becca’s clitoris gently, sometimes just rubbing the super sensitized node of flesh. Becca was going wild from the pain, the tremendous pleasure radiating from her little clitty, these bizarre people, and these humiliating acts she was compelled to carry out.

She knew she should hate the degradation. On a moral level perhaps she did, but on the physical and sensual planes she loved it and felt grateful. She was irrevocably changed, like the old Becca no longer existed.

Suddenly her resistance broke and she abandoned reason for passion, craning her skinny neck forward and plunging her narrow tongue as far up and deep as it would go into Lilly. She liked tasting her! Not the taste exactly, but the sensation of being forced to taste her. She liked everything now. They could do anything to her or make her do anything and she knew she would enjoy it.

She wished her hands were free not to escape, but to cup Lilly’s luscious ass. The passionate thought drove her arousal even higher. She imagined Wilrey’s hard cock sliding up her pussy. It was bigger than Jones’ cock. Would it feel better? Could Wilrey get it up a third time in less than an hour? Her imagination fired, picturing her and Lilly teaming up their mouths on Wilrey’s cock. The nasty thought of her and Lilly’s tongues simultaneously licking Wilrey’s cock while he leered down at them made her shudder with passionate revulsion.

Although unable or unwilling to service Becca’s pussy, Wilrey rewarded Becca’s efforts by using his fat fingers to roughly fondle her pussy. He alternated thrusting his fingers in her pussy and then pulling them out to pinch and sometimes pull at her labial lips. He mixed pain and pleasure in equal measures, making Becca’s pussy quiver.

Becca avidly tongued Lilly’s vagina while Lilly ground her wet bush against Becca’s face. Wilrey wickedly flicked Becca’s clitoris with a thumbnail and Becca felt her ass alternately grinding downwards and thrusting up into the sensations. She had no control over her own ass. She loved her complete and utter loss of control.

When Lilly grunted and howled ferociously in orgasm she smashed her groin hard to Becca’s face, almost suffocating her. Excited by Lilly’s grunts, Wilrey thrust three fat fingers in Becca’s soaked little pussy and used the thumb and index finger of his left hand to pinch and rub her swollen clitoris. The combinations easily drove Becca over the top into yet another orgasm.

After Lilly and Wilrey got off the bed, Becca didn’t move, closing her eyes and savoring the aftershocks of pleasure. Her legs remained spread wide and she didn’t bother wiping Lilly’s musky, glistening come off her face.

Through tired, slitted eyes, Becca studied Wilrey as he drank in her condition of disarray. He mumbled, “Mr. Jones is a fucking genius. “

Becca’s eyes fluttered closed. She still made no attempt to speak, close her legs, or to pull her strapped hands free. She felt completely exhausted and no longer cared what happened.