Chapter 4

Jackie had a job, three weeks to complete a mission, and a signed Permission to Conduct Case Review to present to Ms. Wendy Carter, Director of the Goethner-Varner Mental Health Hospital, in order to gain full evaluative access to Jones. Full evaluative access included unlimited interviews and a complete copy of his case file.

On the drive to the Hospital, anxious thoughts darted through her mind and she clenched the steering wheel. She was still uncomfortable with the idea that her diagnosis was already made, before meeting the subject or reviewing his history. But the thought of tarnishing her professional reputation and giving up the chance for her own practice for a sexual sadist was unpalatable. She shook her head and tried to reassure herself. It wouldn’t be an issue. Jones was insane. He had to be.

Although Jackie the woman dreaded meeting a freak like Jones, Jacqueline the professional looked forward to it with excited anticipation. It was wrong to categorize a mentally unfit person as a freak, but the descriptions of the sadistic tools and bondage gear he used on women made Jones far more alien and freakish than any Martian marching out of a flying saucer.

Jackie slowed as she approached the discrete sign bearing the Goethner-Varner name and turned up a long drive that wound into a hilly, wooded area. Like most mental health facilities for the criminally insane, tall pine trees hid the Goethner-Varner complex from sight of the main road. Although the facility was only a mile outside of a small town, Jackie guessed most the town’s residents had no idea that Goethner-Varner existed though Jones arrival may have changed that.

As Jackie approached the complex, she noted the jammed visitor parking lot. A group of people swarmed in front of the main gate, some holding signs that sported slogans such as “Free Sex Prophet Jones” or “Just Listen to Jones” or “Jones = Joy”. Other people milled in the parking lot, even grilling food like tailgaters at a sporting event. The cold air didn’t seem to bother them perhaps because of the heat from the grills. Were all these people here because of Jones?

A redheaded woman about forty stepped in front of her car, holding out both hands and smiling widely. Jackie braked her car sharply and frowned at the woman. She wore a long lined trench coat but it was open despite the cold. Jackie was surprised to see that under it she wore a tight halter-top and tight cut-off jeans that exposed shapely pale legs. Big boots made her look especially slim. Jackie thought this woman must have been waiting in one of the running cars in order to stay warm enough in that outfit. Her front bumper stopped ten feet from the woman and her blinding smile. Jackie waved her hand, signalling at the woman to move, but the woman maintained both her position and her huge smile.

A rap on Jackie’s driver’s side window caused her to flinch. A pretty teenage girl with eager brown eyes motioned for Jackie to roll her window down. Jackie eyed the girl through her window, assessing her age between 18 and 20. She wore a bulging blue ski jacket and her long coppery hair cascaded down to brush the top of her butt. Jackie saw a tattoo on the left side of her neck. It was Chinese symbols in fiery form coloured red and gold. The girl’s beauty was startling. She seemed friendly and harmless, so Jackie rolled her window down, but slowly, cautiously, and only part way. Who were these two and what did they want?

“Are you here to see King Jones? “

“Why are you asking? “

The girl and her joyous smile ignored Jackie’s question and her tone of suspicion. “Tell him Kira is here. I’m here every day. Tell him Kira and Monica are both here rooting for him. Tell him we’ll do anything he wants. Anything! “

How could Jackie respond to that?

“Ahh, great, Kira. I’ve got to go. Bye. “

Jackie started rolling her window up but stopped when she saw the girl’s delicate fingers gripping the top of the window. There was a blazing flame tattooed on the back of her hand.

“Oh! One more thing! When you go to King Jones will you do me one little favuor? Please! It’s easy and you’ll like it I promise. “

“Well, I’ll be busy and probably won’t even see him. “

“Oh, you will. He’ll see you, see how pretty you are, he’ll want you to see him. You will see him, yes you will lucky lady. “

At this point Jackie would pretend to agree to anything if it would get these odd women out of her way. “Fine, what’s the favour? “

“Like I said, tell King Jones Kira and Monica say hi but, first, give him a nice long blow job. “

Jackie stared in disbelief at the innocent-looking girl, whose happy and enthusiastic expression remained unchanged as she made her shocking statement. At least she released the car window.

Jackie made a noncommittal noise and watched as the red-headed older woman stepped out from the front of the car and joined Kira.

As Jackie drove past the pair, just before her window fully closed, she heard Kira say, “I told her Mom. I told her. “

As she waited for Director Carter, Jackie reflected on her surreal entry into Goethner-Varner. All of those happy people holding up signs calling for Jones’ release.

People” wasn’t quite accurate. The term “females” better fit the bill. The phrase “female groupies” was even more precise. Jackie had to admit Jones had a fine taste in “supporters”. They ranged from good-looking to beautiful.

Feeling slightly disgusted with herself, she wondered if Jones would find her attractive. She supposed he would. She knew he would. Number one, if she started enhancing her natural assets rather than obscuring them, she’d be at least as desirable as the beautiful woman in the parking lot. Number two, if he was a sexual deviant he was probably attracted to any and every female regardless.

The receptionist actually got up and walked over to Jackie. “Wendy will see you now. “

Jackie wondered at the woman’s use of Carter’s first name. The receptionist had a pierced nostril and a four-leaf clover tattoo on her right ankle. Things seemed pretty informal around here. The pink streaks dyed into her brown hair made her look more like a groupie ready for her band to take stage than an office professional.

Jackie self-reprimanded inwardly for judging the woman by her outer appearance. Just because the woman had a tattoo and a facial piercing did not mean she was bad at her job.

She’d didn’t have to wonder for long why the receptionist walked over just to tell her to go on in. She found out when the girl walked before her and opened the double doors for her. The gesture was reminiscent of a man on a first date. It felt odd and wrong to Jackie to be treated that way by a woman.

As Jackie passed the receptionist and entered Carter’s office, Jackie could have sworn the woman checked out her ass. She wondered if the woman was a lesbian.

Oh well, thought Jackie, other people’s lifestyle choices were none of her concern.

Carter tilted back in her leather armchair, her eyes assessing Jackie.

Jackie donned a competent smile and her professional demeanour. “Hello, Ms. Carter, I’m Dr. Jacqueline Wilson. I assume Dr. Arlington called ahead to inform you of my visit? “

Carter stared at her for two seconds before answering, “Please Jackie, call me Wendy. Robbie did call and I did expect you. But you aren’t here to see me, are you? “

“Well, it is professional courtesy to meet with you. It is your facility. “

“I just work here. It is no more my facility than it is the janitor’s. If this place belongs to anyone, it’s the patients. “

Jackie considered those words and found them quite strange. Although Carter seemed sincere, her words sounded overly diplomatic, too rehearsed, like someone trained Ms. Carter to say it that way. “That’s an interesting perspective Ms. Carter. “

“Please, don’t call me Ms. Carter. I certainly won’t be calling you Dr. Wilson. Just call me Wendy. I consider you and I to be equal, Jackie. “

It grated on Jackie that Wendy wasn’t calling her Dr. Wilson, or at least Jacqueline. In all of her work relationships she insisted on being called Jacqueline. The more formal name provided an intangible barrier, allowing her to keep co-workers at a professional distance. Jacqueline sounded more cultured, less familiar, more sophisticated, and less accessible. But as this was a temporary assignment, it wasn’t worth correcting Wendy.

“Wendy, I appreciate your hospitality. I plan to study Wayne Jones’ psychology in detail over the next few weeks. Any insight you provide will be greatly appreciated. His is a fascinating case. “

“My recommendation is to take your time and to conduct an in-depth study on Jones’ philosophy. Jones is not insane. He has much to teach you. “

Jackie’s mouth nearly fell open. What was Wendy talking about?

Wendy chuckled, “Did you believe me, Jackie? I see you did. You are dangerously gullible. Untested. If you’re not careful Jones is going to eat you up. Manipulate you. You’re here to take measure of his state of mind. He will take your measure. He will understand your weak points better than you. He’ll find weak points you did not know existed. I went through the same thing with him. It’s a process. I was professionally fascinated. He put me through the wringer. “

Wendy’s dark brown eyes held a distant misty look while her hand fiddled with the blouse button positioned between her breasts. Her delicate fingers plucked it outward and then released it, repeating the process again and again. The motions caused Wendy’s inner wrist and forearm rhythmically pushed on her right breast, plumping it up and outward.

Although Jackie found Wendy’s actions odd, she found her advice sound.  She determined to be calm, reserved, and rational with Jones. Maintaining purely professional conduct could influence him to mirror her behaviour. If she kept him calm and rational she’d be able to draw him out more, assess him more completely.

“Under what conditions will I meet with Mr. Jones? Will I need a guard? “

“No, you won’t need a guard. Although he possesses a philosophy found unacceptable by society, he is not violent. In his own way he is really quite willing to please, and he won’t do anything you don’t want him to do. We don’t even need to keep him confined. We do, but we wouldn’t have to. The only potential problem I foresee is you. Since he won’t do anything you don’t want him to your only possible danger would be yourself. The things you want. I don’t know. Do you find that reassuring or concerning? “

Jackie couldn’t understand Wendy’s point. “If you say he wouldn’t harm anyone, I’m sure I’ll be safe. “

“Good for you, Jackie, though that is not exactly what I said. Your confidence is an asset. Very appealing. I’m sure Mr. Jones will agree. “

“Have his followers been any sort of a problem? “

“Not at all. Quite peaceable. They tend to be passive by nature. They are just big fans of Mr. Jones. Good people. “

“Good people? Good people don’t idolize a rapist who thinks the world and the people in it exist for his own use and enjoyment. These “fans” worship a mentally deranged man. The police found torture devices in his basement, in his attic, and in his garage! “

“Come now, Jackie, people’s desires take many forms. There is a wide spectrum. They may not be your particular shade but surely you don’t think every person unlike you is a bad person? Another point, are you certain you are different from them? You have yet to meet Mr. Jones. Maybe you’ll be a big fan too! “

“That’s…”Jackie nearly said ‘crazy’ but knew better than to use than word, “a bizarre comment to make. I’m here to analyze Mr. Jones, not idolize him. I don’t mean to be rude but I find your words patronizing and demeaning. I’d like to get on with my task. Can you assist with that? “

Wendy spent a moment considering Jackie, “Your outer shell is pretty but also, I think, thick and tough. Tough to crack. You’ll have an interesting time with Mr. Jones and vice versa. “

“There you go saying odd things again. Why would you say something like that? “

Wendy looked amused and chose not to answer. “When Robert called me I had my Administrative Assistant prepare a portfolio for you. It’s on her desk. In the box are all of the Wayne Jones case materials, so you’ll have as much background on him as possible. On top are a map of our facility and a permit badge that will give you free access. Of course, guards still need to unlock doors for you and such. “

Wendy’s calm professional response made Jackie regret her outburst. She shouldn’t have let a stranger ruffle her like that.

Jackie got verbal directions from Wendy to the maximum security ward, thanked her with whatever grace she could muster, and left her office. The tattooed and pierced secretary had a frown on her face very different from her earlier smile.

Jackie retrieved the portfolio. The large cardboard box contained heavy objects that shifted and scraped when she lifted it. Jackie made a point to make introductions and shake the secretary’s hand. So many people treated each other unequally just because of status or lack of status in the workplace. So superficial! Jackie felt that everyone should be treated as equals who fulfil different functions in life. She’d found this attitude won her a lot of friends among “the little people”.

The young woman resumed her sunshine of a smile, “Oh, thank you, I’m Anni spelled A-N-N-I. If you get lost or have any questions just pick up the nearest wall phone and dial *-3-6. That’s for this. “

As Anni pointed at her desk phone, the fluorescent light gleamed off her nose ring, the tiny diamond in it acting as a prism for the light. Jackie wondered why people pierced themselves in non-traditional, publicly visible locations, branding themselves as freaks and depending on piercings to differentiate themselves from others.

Anni’s sweet smile twisted into a lascivious smirk as she continued, “I tried to get *-6-9 but they wouldn’t give it to me. But you can call me anytime for anything. Any number of things. “

“Ah, sure, Anni, thanks for your helpfulness. Have a nice day. “

As Jackie struggled to tote the box out of the office as quickly as possible to escape Anni’s lusty little eyes, Anni still spoke in a rush, “Call me anytime. I’ll do whatever I can to help you. Any way you want. I might not know the answer because I’ve only been here about five months but I’m willing to do anything. “

Upon Jackie’s departure, Wendy leaned her fine leather chair back and closed her eyes, daydreaming the meeting between Jackie and Mr. Jones. She hoped Jackie would captivate Mr. Jones. She’d attempted to make Jackie particularly intriguing to him by firing her up and triggering her defences. Mr. Jones always enjoyed challenges.

Wendy cared for all the patients at Goethner-Varner like she was a big sister to them. But Jones was different. His happiness now determined Wendy’s happiness. It didn’t make any sense and it was wrong but it was also true. She knew the exact day of her transformation, August 18th, four weeks after Wayne Jones’ incarceration. It was the day Jones sprayed his come on her face, baptizing her into a new path of addictive sin, abuse, and capitulation.

Wendy glanced at her desk planner, still open to the week of August 18. Up until that day, she maintained the planner in precise organized detail. But since August 18, there were no additional entries, not a single pen stroke. Wendy perpetually lived in the current moment, forming no plans for the future.

If she’d been sick and stayed home August 18th, she might still be “old Wendy” instead of “new Wendy”. New Wendy would do anything to please Jones. New Wendy sent trusting young ladies like Becca into his clutches. Wendy hated the new Wendy. New Wendy disgusted and shamed her. But the things new Wendy did, felt, and had done to her enthralled her in forbidden delights. In the end Wendy knew that how she felt and what she wanted didn’t matter. Jones morphed her into his creation, and she would exist to be whom and what he wanted for as long as he wanted.

The ball of Wendy’s palm pushed at the tight skirt material stretched over her crotch, massaging her needy pussy in order to quench its thirst for sensation. Instead of quenching her pussy thirst, the indirect contact only watered the growth of lust. She closed her eyes and imagined Jackie’s showdown with Jones, picturing Jones spraying his come all over Jackie’s face. She felt disgusted with herself because she envied Jackie and longed to be baptized in Jones’ come once again.

“You stupid slut! “ The air-tearing sound of a whip in rapid motion accompanied the woman’s harsh voice. The stroke ripped through her blouse and bra and made vicious, stinging contact with the upper slopes of Wendy’s breasts.

Wendy sucked in a trembling breath and tightened her closed eyes further. She had no need to open them, she already knew what they would see. She made no change in her position even allowing the ball of the palm of her hand to continue in its hopeless venture to satisfy her pussy. She felt the chair and her body pulled away from the desk and spun so she faced the whip wielder. The whip screamed through the air again this time slashing the masturbating hand and catching her forearm and one skirt-covered thigh. Her burning hand froze its movement but, contradictorily, the flames in her pussy rose higher.

“You dumbass piece of shit! “

The owner of the voice grabbed the wrist of her burning hand and jerked her out of the chair to sprawl awkwardly on the carpeted floor. The whip sang again, laying a line of fire across her back. The angry whip wielder stepped two feet to the right and the whip scored another burning line, combining with the first to form an X on Wendy’s back. Wendy sobbed with pain and unexplainable depraved emotions. The whip wielder took three more steps, seconds later three consecutive whip slashes paralleled across Wendy’s buttocks.

Wendy emitted a long and tortured groan, her face sinking to the floor. Her arms collapsed under her and her chest pressed into the plush carpet. This movement made her rear rise higher, stretching her tender ass flesh tauter. As the whip lashed her three more times, she couldn’t decide if this position made it better or worse.

Although her back and ass were raging infernos of pain, her pussy was hotter now, much hotter, and her rock hard nipples poked into the plush carpet.

“What the hell is wrong with you, Dummy? “

Four more steps and the abuser was behind Wendy. Wendy knew what was about to happen but did nothing to stop it. It was fate and, more importantly, it was Jones’ will working through the body of another. It was meant to be.

The nose of a high-heeled ladies shoe blasted unerringly and perfectly into the centre of Wendy’s pussy, causing her to rise up several inches. The stretched skirt protected Wendy from some of the kick’s force, but it still triggered contradictory blasts of intolerable pain and addictive pleasure. Wendy had grown to hate-love the intense formula of pleasure and pain, dreading and treasuring it simultaneously. Wendy had long since given up trying to understand it. She’d also given up trying to avoid it.

“Answer me, Dummy! Why’d you get that sexy bitch all on guard? What the fuck? “

“I did it for Mr. Jones. “

“Bull. He told you to be sweet and welcoming, to lull her into relaxing her guard. You did the fucking opposite. I heard every word over the intercom, Dummy. “

Wendy peered up and behind at Anni through her tears from the pain and insidious pleasure, “Mr. Jones, I know he likes a challenge. I just want to make him happy. I thought if I…”

Anni planted the V-shaped tip of her pink high-heeled shoe into Wendy’s pussy and pushed it as deep as her slim short leg could drive it into Wendy’s groin. That effectively cut off Wendy’s words as she groaned and wailed like a lost soul.

“Dummy, the reason you’re called Dummy is because you think you’re so smart you do what you think is smart and that’s dumb because sometimes your smart ideas don’t agree with what’s on Mr. Jones’ mind. That makes them dumb ideas and that makes you Dummy. “

Wendy doubted that was the real reason Jones called her Dummy. She believed Jones gave her the nickname to keep her in her place, to remind her of how little significance her intelligence had to him. She waited, face in the carpet, for the next strike of the whip. She had not followed Jones’ instructions regarding Ms. Jacqueline Thorpe. She deserved to be whipped even longer and harder than a dumb slut like her normally warranted.

Anni withdrew her pink shoe tip from Dummy’s pussy, “Lift your dress up around your waist, Dummy, and pull your panties down to your knees. “

Dummy did as ordered. Anni used her shoe tip to lightly trace the lips of the wounded vulva through her damaged panties.

“Now put your hands on each side and hold your dress in place clear of your ass. “

Dummy followed the orders quickly without question, knowing she deserved Anni’s punishment.

“Now I’m going to whip you, but instead of being lazy you have to knee march in a circle around this room until you pass out or I tell you to stop. “

Dummy ‘walked’ on her knees while Anni whip-slashed her exposed ass. While Dummy struggled to keep her balance and continue moving, she suffered the double agony of new whip lines stinging across her ass and third degree carpet burns on her poor knees.

Blinded by luscious pain Dummy never saw Anni stare at her glistening pussy mound, never saw Anni’s eyes devour the image of translucent fluid dripping down the insides of her trembling thighs. Deafened and hypnotized by the song of the lash, Dummy never heard Anni murmuring throatily behind her.

“Or until you come…. “