Chapter 9

A small form bundled in a black hooded parka designed to protect the wearer from both the cold and observation walked through the snow, tracing the brick wall of the apartment building until arriving at a tramped down area. Next to the area of packed snow there was a malformed snow angel from the visitor’s clumsiness the previous night.

The lights in the apartment were on and the view through the blinds was just as clear as the previous night. The living room was unoccupied. The view through the other window showed the same items of interest on the desk.

No pretty blonde masturbating. Not yet. Had the pretty occupant heard the clumsiness the night before? The items still on the desk suggested not but the extra prints in the snow suggested it was so.

Returning to the living room window the bundled watcher stopped perfectly still in order to obtain a steady view through one of the window blinds slits. The crunching of snow continued even after the watcher stopped in place. The watcher was preoccupied, considering the humour of staring through a slit in order to see a slit and this caused a delay in realizing the crunching of snow was ongoing and nearing.
The watcher turned and saw the pretty blonde just a few feet away approaching from the apartment complex’s parking lot and having cut across through the snow. She looked real angry, real determined.

Not surprisingly, she launched a tight fist straight into the dark oval of the watcher’s hooded parka.

Now what?

Little Parka huddled on the ground, snuffling.

Jackie glanced around nervously. No people to or from cars in the parking lot. No busybodies peering out apartment windows. It was safe enough. She poked Little Parka with the toe of her boot, rolling the limp figure, and then kicked her foot in the approximate location of the ribs.

Little Parka’s thick wail told her she’d nailed something the owner considered important and sensitive.

It felt great getting payback, but she couldn’t very well kick Little Parka to death. Besides, she had more important things to do, like finding out Little’s identity, issuing a severe threat to keep her away in the future, and shopping for new blinds. Hell, maybe even shopping for a new apartment.

Jackie knelt and pulled Little Parka’s hood back. Little Parka was a man! A very little man but the rough fringe of black facial hair left no doubt. Her watcher wasn’t a Peeping Tomasina as she had originally theorized. He was a small man, maybe some kind of oversize Dwarf.

Somehow, the fact it was a man made her furious. That and just as she thought she was really taking control of the situation, she’d been thrown for another loop. Without planning to Jackie slapped his face hard. She enjoyed it so much she slapped him again. Fear of other residents hearing the loud smacks stopped her more than worry over hurting the pervert.

As she leaned in to deliver the threat she’d planned while staking out her apartment from the parking lot, she realized both his lips were split and bleeding, trickles of blood retreating into his fringe beard.

“Listen to me, you asshole! Never come back or I will rip off your head and send the rest of you to prison! “She liked that one. It sounded like a line from an action movie and it simultaneously threatened physical damage and prosecution.

The little guy tried to say something, coughed twice, and then found his voice, “I can explain. Let me explain. “

“That’s crap. I know exactly what you were doing. Don’t try to lie. “

Jackie fumbled through his pants pockets for his wallet so she could I. D. him. Hell, she should steal his driver’s license. That way she really had the goods on him. As a bonus, it provided the added satisfaction of knowing he’d have to go through the time and trouble of getting a new copy of his license. Not finding a wallet in his pants pockets she rolled him in the snow to get to various pockets of the black parka. He didn’t resist but she was highly conscious of how it would look if any of her neighbours saw them.

From a large side pocket in the parka a small camcorder rolled out into the snow. Jackie stared at it a moment, analyzing the possibilities.

“You little fucker! You planned on recording me! “

“Planned? “

“Did you? Did you record me last night? “

The little man caught his breath now, his blood stopped flowing, and his eyes gleamed alert with evil.

“My dear, I’m cold and bloody. Also, my face hurts. Let’s warm up in your apartment. We can discuss things in private. “

“Forget it. You are not entering my apartment. I’m no fool. “

“What do you think I’ll do? Raid your panty drawer? I don’t want to conduct our discussion in public, so move it inside or I’ll leave. Live sex acts are the most enjoyable but sex on video is also fun. “

Jackie’s mind flicked to an image of the ugly little man in some creepy dingy place watching the events of her masturbation. The little creep would probably masturbate himself to it every night for a year, and then once a week after that. Jackie’s face flushed red even out in the cool evening air.

“Like I said, I’m not a fool. No way are we going to my apartment. “

“Why fear me? You can see how small I am. You outweigh me and are in much better condition. You already kicked my ass! I could never do anything to you unless you wanted me to. “

The little man licked his split lips and the blackness of his eyes reflected the parking lot lights demonically. It looked like his mind was busy imagining her performing sexual acts.

“I don’t know you. I don’t know if you’re dangerous. All I know is you’re an ugly little pervert. “

“Lady, you already searched me. I’m little. They sent me so you wouldn’t be intimidated. I promise you. I will not touch you unless you ask me to. I’ll be on my best behaviour. I’m just grateful you stopped kicking my ass and only kicked me once when I was down. Also, I’d appreciate a cup of hot coffee. My teeth are chattering. “

Jackie didn’t like his reference to being sent by “them”. Was he connected with Jones? The way he promised not to touch her without her permission sounded exactly like Jones.

“I don’t suppose if I kick you a few more times you’re going to spit out who sent you? “

“Are you threatening or are you realizing? “

“I could call the police and have you arrested. They’ll go to your place and find any recordings you have of me. “

“Do you really want that? The police watching the recording to make sure it is you and it is evidence? Are you that much of an exhibitionist? Calling them is one option, I guess. Of course, I’d tell them I was minding my own business walking by when you assaulted me. I’m the only one with evidence of physical harm here. “

Damn. Punching and kicking him, which had felt so rewarding at the time, was being turned against her.

“Finding the video in your residence will confirm my story. “

“Sounds risky, Lady. You sure it’s even there? Even if it is, I imagine exactly how it’d go down. Reporters read the recaps of every police arrest in search of interesting gems their readers or viewers will find titillating. News nowadays is less about what is actually newsworthy and more about the odd and unusual. It is to modern day what the travelling freak shows once were. I can imagine a good headline: Vigilante Psychoanalyst Captures Midget. Of course, I’m not quite a midget but the news people like their catchy headlines. Good story like that might get kicked up to the networks. It sure would hurt your professional reputation if they published the follow up story:Captured Midget Claims Psychoanalyst Put on Sex Show. I have no reputation so I have nothing to lose. “

“How do you know I’m a Psychoanalyst? “

“That’s something else I might be willing to discuss. But only in the warmth and comfort of your apartment with a fresh cup of coffee in my hand. “

Jackie was stuck. This creep had information she wanted. She wasn’t about to call the police. She couldn’t stand the embarrassment. She studied him, noting the bad intent brimming in his devious eyes. Poor little guy did look cold though.

Entrance to her apartment and a hot cup of coffee seemed a small price to pay to get valuable information.

Of course, that was not the actual price…

Just inside her apartment the short peeper turned to her, his voice taking on a new confidence, “Lock the door and deadbolt it. “

Jackie followed the command automatically and didn’t realize she did it without thinking until she turned back to him. She flushed yet again when she saw the triumph dancing in his eyes.

Being alone with him made her nervous. Jackie vowed to remain calm and confident, take charge, get the information she needed, and then kick him out of her apartment. Perhaps literally. However if he did have a recording of her, she’d have to confiscate it first.

The semi-Dwarf held his parka-covered arms straight out from his sides like a living crucifix.

“You may take my parka. Hang it up. I wouldn’t want it to get wrinkled. “

The nerve of the little bastard! Jackie held her tongue, deciding an angry retort was unhelpful. It was sort of funny, though, seeing as the parka was wet and wrinkled already.

Jackie took the parka off him and hung it up.

“Make coffee, black and strong. “

Now the little bastard was more abrupt, his voice serious. Jackie mentally chafed and longed to tell him to go to hell where he belonged. Or she could punch him again. That would be wonderful. That enjoyable thought soothed her, preventing her from saying anything she’d regret later.

He poked around her apartment while she made the coffee in the kitchen. She didn’t like that. Maybe the little bastard truly was a panty-snatcher. She kept an eye on him. She saw he kept an eye on her as well. Every time she turned she caught him staring at the curve of her butt, making her wish she hadn’t worn such tight jeans. Their durability seemed practical for the stake out. However, she was sure he had no difficulty picturing her bare ass naked. The guy didn’t need an imagination, just a memory of last night!

The longer the half-Dwarf remained in her apartment, the angrier she grew. He was slowly changing from a mysterious unknown peeper into a real person. That made the idea of last night’s observations all the more embarrassing.

As she handed him a cup of coffee, he unashamedly stared at her chest. Although she wore a bra, a T-shirt, and a pullover sweatshirt, the little freak was still trying to gauge the size of her breasts. Embarrassed, Jackie hunched her shoulders forward. Her breasts were far too big for her thin body. Jackie wished she’d already had breast reduction surgery. Once she had a year making good money as Robert’s partner she would have them done.

The little bastard even had the nerve to comment on them!

“You have nice titties. Too big to call them titties really. Boobs or jugs. Why’d you even pay all that money for an education? With those big jugs, tight ass, and prime dick-sucking lips you could have been a great stripper. You wouldn’t need to pay for boob enlargement. You could have made at least as much money that you do as a shrink. I don’t know why you would waste that opportunity. “

“Go to Hell, little man! “

Jackie knew she should not antagonize him, she wanted his cooperation, but she just couldn’t help it. His words humiliated her. How dare he speak to her that way in her home!

“Why so mean? “Now he adopted a mock hurt expression, sticking out his split lower lip and innocently widening his eyes.

“You’re a lonely little man because you say hurtful, inappropriate things. “

“Who says I’m lonely? I’m not. Like I said, I was sent here. I don’t just go around peeking in windows at night. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed your performance but normally I like to participate. I get more tail than you could imagine. “

“You’re right about that if you aren’t a virgin. What’s your name anyway? “

“They call me Little Johnson. “

Jackie laughed and raised her eyebrows, “They actually call you that to your face? “

Little Johnson looked furious for a second, exposing a wild and unpredictable temper. Good thing he was small and relatively harmless.

“It’s in reference to my height and my last name, not a reference to my dick. ‘

“OK, Little Johnson…. “

Somehow learning his name, or the nature of his nickname, or having laughed in his face raised Jackie’s confidence.

Frowning, still looking angry, Little Johnson stepped over to examine the Jones’ items arranged on the desk. He ran his tiny hand over the huge dildo, appearing deep in thought. Jackie’s new confidence leaked away like water dribbling through spread fingers. She was horribly embarrassed to have the half-Dwarf touch the huge dildo she’d used on herself last night. He picked up the collar, using one finger hooked to a metal loop in the collar to turn the name plate towards him. Little Johnson must think these things belonged to her. She hurried to correct that misunderstanding.

“Please don’t touch those items, because they aren’t mine. They are part of a work project. They’re evidence, part of a clinical case. “

“So, you’re saying you’re not a… let’s see… a ‘Good Girl’? “

“No, I’m not, I mean…”

“Well, if you aren’t a Good Girl, you must be a Bad Girl. Bad girls need discipline, need punishment. “

Jackie’s mouth fell open but no words tumbled out. Why was everyone, at least men like Little Johnson and Wayne Jones, talking circles around her and trapping her with conversation? She was smart, wasn’t she? She saw Little Johnson experimentally grip the handle of the whip.

Jackie’s embarrassment and discomfort with the situation flooded higher. For some reason her womanhood was also flooding. She could almost see the scenes playing in Little Johnson’s head.

She didn’t know if he was messing with her or if he honestly believed she would sexually interact with him. But she did know it was time to put a stop to this line of conversation.

“Stop touching those things. They aren’t toys, and they aren’t mine. They’re evidence. Just leave them alone. Let’s move on to why you’re here in my apartment. I want to know who sent you and why. Then we’ll fetch whatever video you shot of me. “

He turned back to her holding the huge exotic dildo.

“What about this fake cock? This is yours, isn’t it? “

“No, it isn’t. It’s just like the rest, evidence in a case. Not mine at all. “

“Listen up sexy Psycho-anal-yst. I’d like to help you and I know I can. Problem is, I can’t remember last night very well. Did I record your performance for posterity? If I did, where did I put the video? Did I make any copies? If so, where are they? Tell you what, why don’t you help me remember? I know what will help. Go change into those cute pyjamas and tight little T-shirt. Maybe if I see you in them again I’ll remember. “

“You have got to be kidding. No way. “

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but didn’t you say this big wacky fake dick is part of a case, evidence on a patient? If I did record you using evidence to masturbate with, that would be a bad thing, right? I guess you are a Bad Girl, aren’t you? “

Jackie clamped her lips and trembled as she considered the full import of his words. He was toying with the idea of blackmailing her.

“You probably don’t even have a video! “

“Maybe I don’t. Maybe we’ll agree I don’t. Then I can enjoy it to my heart’s content. Show it to friends. Maybe turn it into cash by showing it on certain Internet sites. “

Jackie nibbled on her red lipstick. The fists at her sides sported white knuckles. She needed to be very careful not to say or do the wrong thing. She sought a solution, but it didn’t seem to exist. There was nowhere to retreat.

“Indulge me, Pretty Doctor. Go change into something sexy for Little Johnson. “

Jackie stepped out from her bedroom wearing pyjama bottoms, tight T-shirt, and athletic socks. As she’d changed she’d worried Little Johnson might burst in on her. He didn’t, and her stereo started playing loud electronic dance music. She wondered if the music was a ruse to cover whatever nefarious hi-jinks he was up to in the rest of her apartment.

She knew Little Johnson wouldn’t see her in the outfit and suddenly “remember” everything, and then answer all her questions helpfully. She didn’t want to think about what the little troll had in store for her. She couldn’t bear to. She’d cross his bridge when she came to it. Or refuse to cross his bridge she hoped.

She found Little Johnson reclining on the middle of her sofa. He seemed immensely pleased with himself and with her when he saw her wearing the requested outfit. Jackie mentally shrugged. It wasn’t so bad. It wasn’t like she wore revealing lingerie or like he hadn’t already seen her dressed this way before.

He ordered her to stand on the other side of the coffee table. She complied, happy to

put the piece of furniture between her and the perverted little man.

“OK, Mr. Little Johnson. I dressed as you requested. Now, hold up your end of the bargain, tell me who sent you and why. Then I’ll change and we’ll take my car to get that recording. “

“Bargain? There is no bargain here. You want something for nothing. I just want a fair deal. “

“What do you want? “

“I want a nice sexy show. “

“You already got it last night. “

“I was in the cold. I want a nice hot show in the warmth where I can relax. So I can hear you. So I can smell you. I won’t touch unless you ask me to, I already told you that. But I want a good show from a Bad Girl. “

“What kind of show? “She needed to know exactly what he wanted to best turn him down.

“You ignored a whole possible career path as a stripper. You’re sexy, you have a stripper body, and you are passionate as I saw last night. Just let loose and strip all the way, slow and sexy. “

Jackie put a hand to her face fingers pinching the top of her nose between her eyes, “That’s it then? Nothing else? “

“I don’t know. I don’t know what kind of performance you’ll put on. If it is a great one, good as a Las Vegas stripper, that might be enough. If not, I won’t be getting full market value for what you want. I can’t say yet. “

Jackie considered. How could she take off her clothes and stand in front of this little pervert completely nude? Naked, she reminded herself. Nude was for certain beaches and sexy situations. Naked was for unclothed and vulnerable. She despised this, especially the non-committal open-ended aspect of his part of the bargain. There was no guarantee stripping would satisfy him. Meeting those black voracious eyes, she felt certain it would take far more.

“I bare everything and you give no guarantees on your part. That’s a bad bargain, Little Johnson. Let’s renegotiate. “

“I’m the only game in town. You could say I have a monopoly, meaning I can name my price. No renegotiation. Tell you what, though, I’ll give you an option. If you do this one thing for me, you get everything you want. “

Jackie dared to be hopeful, “What is it? “

“Simple. Immediately take off all your clothes, come over here, kneel on the carpet, pull out my cock, and give it a nice long deep-throat blow-job. Do that and I’ll give you all you desire, I guarantee it. “

Jackie was disgusted but not completely surprised. She knew he was a pervert after all. Feeling desperate, she seriously considered the offer. Little Johnson watched her emotional struggle with malicious enjoyment.

“Remember, as with all real blow-jobs, you have to swallow all the semen, every last drop. “

Forget it. Jackie had practiced oral sex in the past, but she had never swallowed. Drinking semen was nasty and pointless. It was purely to satisfy the man’s fantasies and did nothing for the woman. The entire nature of the act was sexist.

“Nope. Not doing that. Fine, I’ll strip and take my chances. “

Jackie was nervous, trembling even, but let her anger drive her. She reminded herself he’d seen it all anyway. Better to let him see it one more time than to let countless people watch her on video.

The electronic dance music Little Johnson selected was perfect for the task. Jackie swayed her hips, circling, and then cocking them at angles while her hands caressed both breasts through her white T-shirt and bra. It felt strange, bizarre, to try to come across as sexy to someone who disgusted her. Strippers had to do it every night they worked. Like many intelligent, highly educated women Jackie looked down on strippers. Way down. Now she realized their job was not necessarily easy.

She focused her eyes on furniture in the room or on her own body instead of looking at Little Johnson. Those unblinking, snake-like black eyes unnerved her.

“Allow me to be of assistance. A good stripper looks into the eyes of her customer and really sells the idea that she is into him. She makes him believe every movement she makes is to entice him, and she wants nothing more in the world than his happiness. You need to do that, Bad Girl. Maybe this would help you get in character? “

Little Johnson hoisted the monster dildo by the handle like a crusader ready to take on a dragon. He waved the bulbous head in circles and waggled his thick eyebrows at her.

Jackie burned with indignation. Like he was offering her some kind of treat! Of course, she considered shamefully, he might assume she considered it a treat based on her previous performance.

“No, thanks. “

“Maybe you’ll reconsider after warming up your pussy. “

He smiled, exposing overly large, crooked and stained teeth. She barely stopped herself from swearing at him.

Lacking a sense of rhythm, she had a hard time moving in sync with the music. She knew even less about stripping than dancing. She figured fondling her breasts, tracing her rear, and diving her hands between her legs were pretty effective moves. Unfortunately, these movements also turned her on. Her body awakened sexually from all the touching and that was the last thing she wanted. She changed her strategy and started air-tracing, avoiding actual contact.

She continued to avoid taking any clothing off in the vain hope she might still conjure a great idea and wiggle off Little Johnson’s hook.

“Now you’re just dancing and not very well at that. I see far sexier dance moves at clubs. Get some of that clothing off. Not all, not yet, just some. Keep your hands on the parts of your body that interest a man and keep them busy doing the work a man’s hands would do. Make me believe those are my hands squeezing your breasts, cupping your ass, and rubbing your pussy. “

Angry as she was Jackie had to admit the little twerp had a point about her dancing poorly. She’d better strip and strip good if she didn’t want his demands to progress beyond stripping. Like it or not her mission was to satisfy that ugly little man. She had to pull this off.

She stared into his eyes, did a little breast shimmy that made her thick cones smack together and then spread her legs wide and pulled her T-shirt over her head. She slid it, caressing and rubbing, down her body, and then unhooked the rear catch of her bra. With sudden stripper inspiration she tossed the bra into Little Johnson’s face. When he grinned, she felt a surge of emotional satisfaction from his pleasure. Now she repeated the same breast shimmy with her unrestrained breasts sloppily colliding then plunged both hands down to press into her crotch.

She kept her eyes locked on Little Johnson’s beady ones as much as possible. She didn’t want to fuck this up. As she sensed his pleasure build, she felt a curious sense of pride. She tried to turn this act into an affirmation of her womanhood. She could be sexy and passionate when she wanted to be, and still accomplish her goals. Even in this strange stripping territory, she still found a way to be successful.

As she continued her sensual show, behaving in a foreign, wanton way began to exhilarate her. Once again, she realized she must have a streak of exhibitionism. No normal woman would get turned on by an evil Dwarf ordering her around and making her debase herself. Thinking of her degradation only heightened her thrill. Her hands sure felt good on her body, especially when they connected with her sex. She let them wander wherever they wanted to go. They moved to her pussy and remained there, massaging with light pressure, but, unplanned, her hips drove her pyjama-covered pussy up onto the rigid fingers.

She turned to give him a good view of her ass and bare back. She knew the taut, defined musculature and delicate little bumps of vertebrae of her back were sexy. Past boyfriends commented on it, and she wore a backless dress to prom to feature it.

She peeked over her left shoulder, meeting his intense eyes with a sultry gaze. She needed to get her loose pyjama pants down so he could get a good view of her bare butt. She wanted to show him her body, and could barely wait for his reaction after he saw her ass. Her left arm covered her breasts and her right hand popped the ribbon tie at the top of her pyjama bottoms. Because the pyjamas were baggy, two hip wiggles dropped them down to her knees where they only stopped because of her widespread feet. Her right hand caressed her pussy lips through her panties even though Little Johnson couldn’t even see it from where he sat.

Jackie saw his eyes zero in on her small round ass, which rotated in figure 8’s. Since his eyes were occupied, she stole a quick peek at his groin. She didn’t want him to see her looking and misinterpret the look. She just wanted confirmation her movements were effective, getting him turned on. She saw they were because he was.

She thought his penis must be huge, especially for his size. Wasn’t that true of ‘Little People’? Everything else was small, but their genitals were the same size as regular people? She wasn’t sure if that was the rule or if Little Johnson was exceptional, but his cock created a massive bulge in his pants. Any bigger and it would poke out of his waistband. Jackie’s eyes flicked to the bizarre dildo to make sure he hadn’t shoved it down his pants. Nope, the dildo was right there next to him. She felt a hysterical giggle bubble up when she thought, “The foot-long dildo lying next to Little Johnson is only a foot away from Little Johnson’s Big Johnson. “

Without her pyjama bottoms, all that covered her butt was a paper-thin pair of pale blue silk panties. Her body was now fully in auto stripper mode, moving sexually without thought. She felt the beat of her pulse in her temples, puffing up her vulva, stiffening the tips of her nipples. Part of her remained outside herself watching and reacting with pleasure to what it observed. Little Johnson wasn’t the only one enjoying her performance.

Still on auto stripper, Jackie bent at the waist and looked between her legs at him. Her hair grazed the carpet, blood rushed to her head making her dizzy, the skin of her buttocks stretched to accommodate the position, and her thin panties rode up the crack of her ass.

She tried to achieve the demanded eye contact while shaking her ass and looking through her legs upside down but it was a challenge. She watched the little guy pull his cock out and handle it. The cock grew quite big, swollen dark with blood and almost purple at the head.

For just a second, Jackie imagined that cock plunging into her pussy while she was in her present semi-helpless ankle-grabbing position. She felt a tremendous flush of heated arousal. Her right hand stroked her oily slick panty gusset, throwing oil on the blaze there, while her left hand clutched her left ankle to keep her anchored in place.

Watching his hand pumping the angry-looking cock, she reassured herself she was only getting into her role to turn him on so much he would come from his own hand. Satisfied then, he would give her what she wanted. Her pussy didn’t buy that revisionist version of events.

Feeling lost and helpless, her right hand working on its own agenda, she wondered if Little Johnson had noticed how wet she was. Did she want him to? Her consideration of the question turned her on more, and she released a flood of pussy juice that flowed right through the soaked panty crotch and dappled the fingers and palm of her agitating hand.

“I call pause. Stay like that. Don’t move except for your hand. Keep moving those fingers. Keep playing with your pussy. “

Not understanding what was going on, she automatically followed the little man’s commands. For that moment, all she knew in the world was her desire to please him. Besides, her pussy felt so needy and so wet and the last thing she wanted was to lose contact with it. She was grateful he allowed her to continue rubbing it.

Her fingers pushed the triangle of the panties to one side until it cut deep into the tender flesh connecting the top of her inner thigh with her pubic mound. It hurt a little but that was fine, somehow even better than it not hurting. Jackie felt confused and had a hard time thinking clearly.

Her only motions now were her hand working at the wet folds of her pussy and the slight bumping of her hips to drive her pussy into harsher contact with her hand. She couldn’t help the small hip movement, but figured Little Johnson wouldn’t mind, would enjoy seeing the rippling tensing of her butt muscles as wanton electric currents fired.

She heard the perverted little man laugh. It was weird how she could simultaneously feel so much dread about her predicament and so much physical pleasure. She knew the combination was coincidental, not causal. She regretted that her behaviour perpetuated the myth in Little Johnson’s mind that women liked to be demeaned and sexually objectified. She hated affirming his misogyny.

All her senses returned to her current situation. She heard the liquid slurp of her pussy lips, her breathlessness, the pounding of her pulse, and now the sound of pants dropping to the floor and heavy shoes kicked off.

She squinted between her legs, her upside down view confirming what her ears already revealed. Little Johnson’s pants and boots were off and his Big Johnson bobbed in the open air, cranked at a forty-five degree angle. He rubbed it as he approached her and she thought he might masturbate on her ass once he got nearer. How could he masturbate without embarrassment, while she was suffused with shame for conducting the same action? It wasn’t fair.

As she eyed bobbing Big Johnson, her pussy felt hotter and wetter. Suddenly, it all seemed worth it. The stress, the embarrassment, the loss of control, and the humiliation had all led up to this point in her life. Now she lived in the moment, only looking into a future as far away as a climax of epic proportions. Her clit throbbed and she knew orgasm was not far away. Feeling reckless, she wondered if she could shove all four of her fingers up her pussy. She was sure Little Johnson would love that. So would she.

She opened her passion-clenched eyes and look through her legs at Little Johnson. Inanely, she worried he might come on the coffee table her mother gave her last Christmas. Wherever he ejaculated she knew she better see it so she could clean it up later. But she also wanted to see him. Though he was an ugly little shrimp and he bossed her around it excited her to see him hard, rubbing that too-large cock, and staring at her ass and pussy. The watched feeling was highly arousing. It made her picture herself as well and that made her even more excited. Her unleashed thoughts stimulated a pulse of vaginal fluid. God, she must have a bucket of it stored up in her womb! A thin streamlet of pussy juice ran down each of her legs.

Little Johnson moved even closer! He stepped up until the head of his penis hung only about a foot from Jackie’s pussy. Jackie was suddenly worried about that cock and grateful her hand was there working at her pussy folds. The hand would protect her. He wouldn’t be able to stick it in. A cock penetrating her wasn’t the worst thing she could imagine. It might be the best thing. Her fingers squeezed her pussy flesh trying to bring herself back to reality but the intermingled pain and pleasure drove her further out of her normal mind.

Her mind was on the possibility of that cock shoving into her steaming pussy. Doing whatever it wanted to her. It would split her and glide through her vaginal folds. Her mind was trying to wrap around the idea of that cock pleasuring her, the same way her pussy lips would wrap around it. She knew there would be no physical or mental resistance once her hand was out of the way. Everything was so slippery the smallest brush from his small hand would knock hers away. She was even more breathless now, expectant.

She eyed that dark swollen nasty cock and it looked wonderful to her at the moment. That is, she tried to convince herself, it would if the cock was connected to a decent normal-looking man who loved her and treated her with respect. She desperately reminded herself that the current situation was the exact opposite of her ideal sexual fantasy, closer to her worst case scenario.

She closed her eyes and waited, listening to his harsh breathing above her. Her fingers continued to squish her labial folds and the side of her thumb pushed at her erect clitoris which seemed to push back for more. She wanted to stop, stand up, and move away from the little monster but her body insisted on continuing her current activities. Little Johnson was very close, but he still had not broken their bargain. If she stopped without permission she’d be the one at fault and all these embarrassing and arousing acts would be for nothing.

With her legs spread, muscles tense, and her hair brushing the floor like she was trying to sweep it, she no longer looked back at Little Johnson, she looked up at him. Mostly gazing up at his cock and wrinkled scrotum which teamed up to block view of his face. She wanted to see his face in order to gauge his intentions.

Considering that cock alone, without the human garbage attached to it, sent a thrill through Jackie. The thought he may masturbate until he came all over her ass sent another thrill piling into her. But the thought he may just knock her tiny slimy hand aside and plunge that purple-headed cock all the way down her channel sent an absolutely massive wave of forbidden need.

She tried to shake the nasty thought out of her blood-swollen head but it remained in place. She actually felt like asking him to do it. She knew he would. Jackie bit her lower lip viciously using the pain to bring herself back to her senses while also trying to stop any regrettable words or requests from coming out of her mouth. If she talked, no matter what she meant to say, she knew there was some small chance she’d ask him to fuck her.

Little Johnson finally spoke, his dark eyes moving from her exposed ass and sex to look down at her face.

“Take your hand away from your snatch. Put it on your other ankle. “

Jackie reluctantly pulled her hand away and moved it to clamp on her other ankle. Her poor hot pussy had nothing but cool air now. But her need did not diminish now that her fingers were not poking around in the oven. Somehow, the flames grew higher anyway, creating an anguish of need.

“Would you like permission to return your hand? Would you like to keep diddling yourself bent under a stranger’s cock? Like a little slut? “

Jackie kept biting her lower lip. It might be bleeding now. God help her if she allowed her mouth to open. She might hear herself asking for permission to masturbate herself!

“You can answer me or you can stay like that all night. That’s up to you. It’s a simple yes or no question. “

Now Jackie knew she had to answer. Part of her worried that if she said no he would take that to mean he should shove his cock in her. Mostly she realized she had to tell him the real answer. Somehow, she wanted to tell him. She’d been so humiliated and embarrassed for the past twenty-four hours since she discovered she’d been watched. She’d fought hard to avoid further shame but instead the shame factor multiplied. It was like he flipped a switch somewhere deep in her mind. Suddenly she wanted to be shamed and humiliated, wanted to be mistreated in a hundred ways.

Telling him she wanted to return to masturbating for his enjoyment, that she was a little slut ready to make a spectacle of herself, would be an Earth-shattering meteor strike to her self-esteem. Bizarrely she wanted that, felt she deserved it.

“Yes. “Jackie’s admission was barely audible, just a squeak really.

“That wasn’t very convincing. Convince me. “

“I do want to. What you said. The answer is yes. “

“Not at all convincing. Maybe we should just get dressed, watch some TV. Maybe you could make us some popcorn. “

“No. I need to. Please, let me. . . let me finger my pussy. You’ll like it, I’ll do it good, and I’ll give you a good show. “

“All I’ve seen is you selfishly taking pleasure. You’re only experiencing that pleasure because I made you give it to yourself. You should be grateful. Didn’t your Mother ever teach you to share? What would Mom and Dad say if they saw you being so self-centred? “

The reference to her parents mortified Jackie. Here she was wiggling her ass and grinding her soaked pussy against empty air, and Little Johnson forced her to think about her loving parents. They appeared in her mind, staring at her with mouths open in shock. If they ever saw her like this! If they ever knew she was such a slut! How could her arousal continue unabated even as she thought of her parents seeing her like this? She wished her parents would serve as a mental slap to bring her back to her senses, but she still felt sexually crazed. She had to get him to let her masturbate again!

“I’m sorry, Little Johnson. I’ve been rude. I do thank you for all you’ve done for me. Please, may I touch my pussy again? “

“Instead of your worthless short fingers, would a slut like you like my thick cock up her wet pussy? Remember, I’ve agreed I can’t even touch you without your permission. You have to give me permission if you want my cock up your slutty snatch. ‘

Jackie bit her lip again, feeling fresh pain. She wondered if her lips looked as bloody and ragged as Little Johnson’s. She was about to blurt out “Fuck me”, and, being honest, that’s really what she wanted. But she knew it was wrong and knew she’d regret it forever if she allowed something like that. She tried to calm herself and muster her will.

“Mr. Little Johnson. Please let me use my fingers. I really need it and would be so grateful. “

“You reject my cock? I’ve been kind enough to offer it to a filthy slut like you and you reject it? “

“Little Johnson, I don’t mean any offense. I’m sure you’re a great guy but we are just not compatible. Please, let me masturbate. “

“I understand you slut. I’m not a sore loser, but there should be some compromise. Do you agree? “

Jackie was silent, her mind preoccupied with the anticipation of returning her hand to her pussy. This time she would shove as many fingers as she could in there!

Little Johnson leered down at her, “You don’t want my cock, but I want to see a cock stuck up your stuck up pussy. I think we should both get what we want. ‘

Jackie froze like a rabbit, even her ass stopped wagging. Little Johnson lifted the huge strange dildo she masturbated with the night before. He’d stowed it against the side of his leg the whole time. He knew there was a chance she would refuse his cock, so he formulated a Plan B. He gripped the dildo hilt and brought the mushroomed head towards her stretched and defenseless pussy. It hovered only an inch from her wetness. Jackie longed to break her wide open vulnerable position. She wanted to flee. But she remained frozen in place, blazing hot with need.

“You said I only had to strip. “Her defense sounded bizarre to her own ears. Even an hour ago, she never would have imagined saying anything like that. She knew, just knew, he would knock aside her arguments as easily as he could her hand if she attempted to protect her pussy.

“I said we’d have to see. I said I would get my full market value. You’re nowhere close. You tried, I’ll give you that. How can you stripping, even masturbating one night compare to a video of you playing games with a big wacky fake cock? At the very least, it’s only fair you use the thing right here in front of me. Same shame. “

God help her, in the new world she now inhabited, it did seem fair to Jackie.

Little Johnson’s will coalesced in his dark eyes, his arm tensed, and the giant head of the fake penis prodded her swampy pussy.

This wasn’t fair! Still longing to please him, Jackie held her spread-legged position, but concocted one last panicky appeal. Little Johnson would obey his own rules.

“You said you wouldn’t touch me without permission! “

“I’m not. “

As he spit out his denial, he shoved the plastic nectarine-sized head of the dildo past her pussy lip gates, sinking it down into her channel at a slow even rate. After a few inches, her pussy walls clenched and resisted. Instead of stopping, he jiggled the hilt and crammed harder, forcing it down into her feminine core.

“Ohhhhhh, you fucker! “

Jackie yearned to call him more names, but heard herself grunting over and over while gripping her ankles furiously. Her inhuman grunts sounded like a pig in mud.

“Correct, slut. I am a fucker,” Little Johnson said. “I’m The Fucker, you’re The Fuckee. I’m your Lord Provider of Pleasure and you are just another slut. A slut too stupid to recognize and embrace her true slutty nature. Well, you’re embracing it now. “

He rammed the dildo harder, pushing her stretched ass forward until she almost lost her balance. The invaded feeling and tactile sensations made her lose her mental balance. Moaning throatily, Jackie shuffled her feet forward to avoid falling, despite her hands still shackling her ankles.

Little Johnson laughed and twisted the beast of a dildo down her upended pussy. Drilled two thirds of the way in now, the dildo met even more pussy resistance. He worried that increasing the pressure further would force her to fall. He had a very specific plan which accounted for every eventuality. Although pleased with their progress, it was time to initiate the next crucial step. He hungered to pile-drive his own cock in that choice pussy immediately, but knew he must practice patience.

He was very careful not to directly touch Jackie. He was a man of his word. More importantly, he liked a good challenge. A great man once told Little Johnson ground rules serve to accentuate and propagate the game. Breaking those rules resulted in self-defeat and invalidated the game.

“Slut, get your hand on this goofy fake cock. Keep it shoved deep inside you, and move over to the sofa. I want you up on that couch with your ass sticking in the air. You’ll be more comfortable. See what a considerate fellow I am? “

Jackie felt relieved to have commands to obey, but couldn’t understand why that would be. She straightened with one hand wrapped around the lower shaft of the dildo. The change in altitude for her head sparked silver stars in her vision. Little Johnson didn’t rush her. Once the dizziness retreated, she shuffled to the sofa, pushing the dildo firmly in place up her slit.

She obediently manoeuvred into the ordered position, hiding her face in the sofa material, sticking her rounded ass into the air, and keeping the dildo stuck deep in her. She even managed to secretly rub her stiff little clitoris. At least she hoped Little Johnson didn’t notice what she was doing. Why did she bother trying to keep anything hidden from him? Perhaps she did it to rebel in some small way.

When Little Johnson spoke next she listened closely. She was relieved he hadn’t stuck his cock in her and wanted to show her gratitude with pure obedience. Obedience was important to him and she had to please him.

“Slut, use that dildo to satisfy your slutty snatch. Your goal is to force it all the way in. Cram that fat round sword up your snatch until the hilt grinds into your labia. Keep your eyes closed or you fail. I won’t talk anymore. I plan to just watch and listen. That means you have to do all the talking. While you fuck yourself describe your actions, how they feel. Tell me what a dirty slut you are, tell me you’re a real bad girl who wants and needs punishment. When you’re about to come sit up and fuck that pussy hard as you can. When you do come open your eyes and tell me you’re coming and what a slut you are for coming. “

His detailed fuck-structions were a lot for pleasure-distracted Jackie to remember, but they sounded doable, even desirable. The idea of finally earning the satisfaction of an orgasm sounded great no matter what the circumstances.

Jackie slid the dildo out a couple inches and then jammed the dildo in several inches. While her right hand stretched behind her to clutch the hilt and drive the dildo up her slot, her left hand snaked under her body to tweak her clit. She kept her eyes tightly closed. Following directions was her job now.

Jackie knew Little Johnson wanted her to talk. What did he want to hear? He called her nasty, derogatory names like slut earlier. Apparently he enjoyed that.

“I’m fucking myself with this huge dildo because I’m such a slut. My ass is in the air because I’m a slut. I’m a dumb worthless slut! “

She thought calling herself a slut would feel like acting but she was so turned on the words sounded genuine. She felt tremendous physical pleasure as she manipulated the dildo, and tremendous emotional pleasure from thinking about her shameful statements. She crossed a line without being aware of it. It was one thing for Little Johnson to call her names, but much worse to self-inflict those same names, especially since she believed them. Thinking about the nasty admission aroused her. It was an admission! The names weren’t insults, they were the truth.

She panted, groaned, and sharply gasped at times, but tried her best to enunciate the words for his enjoyment, “I’m pushing it into my slut pussy hard as I can. I don’t care if it hurts. I even like the pain of it. I can’t believe something this big fits inside my come chute. I love it! “

She never imagined sticking an enormous object in her pussy could feel so glorious. She wished she’d owned one of these supersized dildos for years. When she completed this assignment and returned the unusual dildo, she would buy one like it for herself on the Internet. Buying a massive fake cock in a sex shop would be so embarrassing!

It was embarrassing just to think about her work assignment while cramming the piece of evidence in and out of her gripping gutter pussy. While focused on her shame, trickles of her secretions dribbled across her pale muscular abdomen.

The heady combination of embarrassment, arousal, and sensation resulted in exquisite pleasure, making her realize she sexually craved embarrassment now. She wished to be shamed all the time. As she shoved and whined, she purposely imagined her most prudish friends and relatives watching her whorishness unleashed. She envisioned them watching her obey Little Johnson’s orders, and it thrust her lust to new heights.

“I’m fucking myself. I’m shoving a plastic cock in me. I’m a bad girl. I need it. “

She fervently hoped her performance pleased Little Johnson. It felt strange to be trying so hard to please a creep that disgusted her. It also felt right. She had to give him credit for leading her towards such a bounty of pleasure. Inappropriate gratitude replaced her anger. She really was grateful, even delighted by her own corruption.

“It’s so good. It feels so good, and I’m so bad. I’ll do anything I’m told to do. “

Pain and pleasure intertwined in her body as she pummelled her raised pussy and pinched her slippery hard clitoris. She pinched it far too hard, the pain overwhelmed her, but it still wasn’t hard enough for a dirty disobedient slut like herself. Oh, she was so near. What had Little Johnson told her to do when she came close to coming?

Jackie rose up and flipped around like a good little slut. Eyes still clenched shut, she positioned her feet up to her ass, her knees wide and nearly straight to either side of her body, her ass in contact with the stained sofa cushion, and her back pressed against the backrest of the couch. Now both hands teamed up to shove that ridiculously wide plastic cock up her impossibly stretched pussy.

It was as difficult as shoving a square peg through a round hole, but determination, the new angle of penetration, and the rhythmic bouncing of her slight body weight finally drove the cock sword in to the hilt. Jackie grunted and wailed in agony as the bulbous head smashed against her cervix.

The agony was necessary to prolong her pleasure. She would have come long before if not for the pain, discomfort, and embarrassment restraining her orgasm. Instead her pleasure crested ever higher, the pain preventing it from crashing into surf.

Grinding her pussy lips against the hilt, she remembered the upward curved hilt extension meant to tease and shallowly penetrate the anus. In the throes of lust, the alien idea of anal penetration seemed… desirable. She wanted it and knew Little Johnson would approve. Suddenly there was no reason left in the world not to stick the anal probe up her ass.

Jackie struggled to twist the hilt around, her slippery fingers and the tightness of her pussy resisting motion. Determined, she tugged and twisted until the anal penetrator portion lined up with her little puckered asshole. She raised her ass half a foot off the cushion and made sure she felt the probe tip in contact with her pussy juice soaked anus. She knew this would tear her virgin anus. She wanted the pain. A bad girl like her doing a bad thing like shoving a dildo up her anus deserved some pain. She released her weight intentionally, the heavy force ripping the probe through her tight ass ring. Jackie immediately felt her orgasm breaking.

“I’m a dirty slut! I just shoved it up my ass too! It hurts and I love it! I’m coming! “

Somehow remembering Little Johnson’s directions she opened her eyes as she climaxed, fluttering her eyelashes from the bright light and the overwhelming sensations. As she rode the shaft, using both hands to increase its impact, she noticed Little Johnson standing nude, his body covered in black swirled hair. It was like the half-Dwarf’s pubic hair spread to infest the majority of his body.

She registered through multiple orgasms that he held the camcorder she confiscated from him earlier. She’d set it on the kitchen counter after they entered the apartment. Little Johnson bent forward, focused on capturing every detail. His cock was hard, but he neglected it, using both hands to hold the camcorder steady.

This was outrageous! It wasn’t fair. She was fucking herself to get a recording from him, not to make another one! He was taking advantage of the sensual storm he’d created and was recording the storm wreckage on video for his own gain.

Jackie longed to stop grinding that two-pronged dildo into her pussy and ass, wanted to make Little Johnson stop, wished to protest, and wanted to kick his ass. But her hunger for pleasure dwarfed the Dwarf, she wanted to continue to ride the orgasms as long as she could keep producing them. She was a shameless slut whose only priority was pleasure even at her own expense.

Unable to stop herself, Jackie looked straight into the camcorder and aided her defeat by performing for the soul-stealing camcorder and the thousands of strangers it represented. Imagining the strangers watching her come, her orgasms climbed in strength. Bigger, longer, better.

“Watch me! Watch me fuck and hurt myself. Watch me stuff my pussy and ass with this plastic cock. I’m a stupid slut. I’m just a hot cunt! “

Her voice sounded hoarse and high-pitched. She wailed through more orgasms, her legs trembling and hands twitching. Her flexing pussy muscles eventually pushed the monster dildo out of her writhing body. It rolled off the sofa onto the carpet. Jackie flopped onto her stomach, her body still except for sporadic, twitching aftershocks.

After long minutes, she turned her head and looked at Little Johnson. He stood naked and incredibly hairy, but there was no sign of the camcorder. For a moment she thought maybe she imagined it.

Then he spoke wearing a cat-that-ate-the-canary look on his face, “The End. “

“You fucker,” she mumbled, exhausted.

Little Johnson sat at the end of the couch nearest her face. He was naked, horny, and bursting with gloating self-satisfaction. Through her post-orgasmic weariness and the scent of her own arousal, she smelled the awful little man’s body odour.

“You’re in almost the perfect position, my dear Slut-In-Training. Now get up on your elbows and shift forward so you can suck my cock. “

She pushed up on her elbows to see if he was serious. Of course he was. He hadn’t come yet. His face showed confidence and a little impatience.

She opened her mouth to refuse, to negotiate, to at least protest. He spoke like she was some loose whore he owned. As his dark eyes drilled into her, an insidious thought wiggled through her mind. You are what you do, not what you say you are. She just behaved like a total slut. Naturally, Little Johnson viewed her as a slut. She was a slut, so his order was appropriate. What should a slut like her do in this situation?

Her body obeyed the only possible answer. Mouth still open from her aborted protest, she rose up a bit higher, elbow-crawled a foot closer to Little Johnson, and then carefully lowered her parted lips toward his erect purple-headed cock.

She stretched her mouth as wide as possible until her mouth surrounded the cockhead and an inch of shaft. She paused, her upper lip brushing the top side his shaft.

It wasn’t too late. The rational part of her mind still struggled to be heard and ordered her to stop this.

Jackie knew resisting Little Johnson was useless. He handled her expertly at every turn. If she refused him, he’d convince her, blackmail her, or trick her into doing it anyway. Why bother to resist at all? Her exhausted body was still horny. Against all odds she even wanted to taste his cock.

Committed, Jackie wrapped her lips firmly around Little Johnson’s too-large cock and flicked her pointed little tongue against the sensitive underside. She tried to get as much of the shaft into her mouth as possible. She tasted him, unable to tell if his cock was clean or dirty, but started giving it a tongue bath. Her own enthusiasm surprised her, and she heard Little Johnson grunt in satisfaction. His satisfaction was important to her, more important than her own wants and needs. The angle was difficult and her tired arms trembled with the strain of propping up her torso, but her discomfort was insignificant. She needed to make Little Johnson come. She needed to please him. Failure to get him off would crush her.

A new goal, becoming the most satisfying slut possible, replaced her previous goal of avoiding a loss of control. Jackie swirled her tongue, lapping his leaking pre-come, and she revelled in tasting his seminal fluid. The act of tasting his spunk, not the taste itself, so wickedly delighted her.

Her realization spawned the sting of arousal through her groin. Motivated and enthused, she stretched her mouth and bounced the head of Little Johnson’s cock against the back of her mouth and mashed her tonsils. Even as she choked a little and almost vomited, she vowed to deep-throat the evil Little Johnson.

Bobbing her head up and down, a new flood of pleasure broke loose, both of sensation and liquid, in her pussy. She tilted her body and stuck her right hand down into her swampy mess.

“Bad girl! Did I give you permission to whack yourself off? “

Jackie’s hand froze, but her mouth continued its quest to satisfy. She knew he expected absolute obedience. He would not tolerate independent action from her. In his presence, her independent decision making process became antiquated and useless.

He obviously expected an answer. She extracted his cockhead from her mouth. A thick string of drool plopped out of from between her parted lips before she could snap them shut and swallow.

“No, Little Johnson. I’m sorry. “

“Do you want to masturbate while sucking the cream out of Little Johnson’s dick? “

She nodded.

“Then you should ask politely for what you want. If you ask nice enough I may even allow it. “

The flotsam and jetsam of Jackie’s shipwrecked self-esteem floated to the surface. Didn’t she have any self-respect left? But what did it matter? He already knew she was a slut. She had nothing more to lose.

“Yes, please. Please allow me to shove my fingers in my pussy and rub my clit while I suck cock. I’ll do a good job for you. “

“Yes, but you are a bad girl, aren’t you, slut? “

“Yes, I am,” she said simply. She wasn’t prepared to deny him anything.

“You may pleasure that hot little pussy while you suck me off, but there are three conditions. One, you must raise your ass up and give me permission to spank and pinch it as much as I want. I still plan to honour our agreement, as I’m a gentleman of my word so I will need your permission. Two, you may only come when I come and must do it at the same time. Three, as mentioned earlier you must swallow all my semen. “

Jackie flushed, feeling infinitely foolish, remembering earlier when she refused to resolve the situation by giving him a sperm-swallowing blow-job. Had she initially agreed to blow him, the situation would already be settled. Little Johnson possessed his own demented sense of honour. He would have held up his end of the bargain. Now he was about to receive what she had earlier refused him, and he’d already gotten a whole lot more. Her defeat was complete, his victory total.

“Yes, I will do all those things. I won’t come until I swallow your come. I give you permission to spank and pinch my ass as much as you want, any time you want. Do whatever you want to my butt. I’m a bad girl. I deserve it. “

“Very good. Agreed. Continue. “

She raised her pale ass by getting up on her knees and leaning forward and down onto his dick. She hoped her ass made a good target for him, easy to reach despite his short arms. She sucked his air-cooled cock back into her mouth, warming it with flood of saliva. Her right hand returned to the wet folds of her pussy and started stroking and tweaking.

She wondered if he would really spank her. She’d never been spanked, not even as a child. Her parents were conservative and well-educated, not believers in physical punishments. She’d always been a good daughter anyway. Surprising such a good daughter could turn into such a dirty slut. The humiliation of being spanked scared and thrilled her. Every time she thought her humiliation level peaked, something happened to drive it higher.

The crack-slap sound and the red flash of pain from her backside answered both her questions. The little man really spanked her. It hurt a lot, more than she’d guessed but also felt much better than she’d hoped. The pain spring boarded her dripping horniness, making her want to shove her whole little hand up her savaged and stretched pussy.

The spanks rained down in time with her pumping mouth and throat. When her mouth came up and her tongue fluttered against the fluid-leaking head of his shaft, the little hand sliced down with a harsh impact. Waves of pain built and expanded from her bright red ass. As her mouth lowered to engulf his shaft as far as her throat could manage, his hand raised up, reloading for the next strike. She didn’t dread the spanks like she should have, so she never delayed drawing her drooling lips back up the shaft. She did nothing to prevent or delay the blows but accepted them as a bad girl’s due.

Getting spanked was natural and right. Only a slut like her would enjoy her pain and punishment so greatly. She hoped Little Johnson enjoyed it too.

Her fingers rubbed back and forth over her hard and hot clitoris. Now she struggled to delay climaxing. She wanted to come now, but wanted to obey Little Johnson even more. Making him shoot his load was her mission in life. Then she could move on to the next mission, swallowing his wad. She wanted to swallow every last squirming egg-seeking sperm. The sickening thought brought her a finger stroke away from a mind-melting climax. Her finger hovered an inch below her clitoris, her mouth struggling to please, as her ass absorbing its fiftieth spank.

Little Johnson grunted a death groan and came, streams of semen pulsing into her mouth. Immediately she clamped her lips tight as possible around his shaft so none of his spend would escape her scooping tongue. Her throat muscles worked to swallow, and the throbbing swallowing sensation on the sides of his cockhead added to his pleasure. Jackie’s finger stabbed viciously at her clitoris as if it wanted to punish herself to orgasm. Despite her ass feeling like a bubbling lava field of pain, she came so hard for a moment she lost both her vision and hearing. The only senses remaining were pleasure and pain, which were all she needed.

Jackie succeeded in swallowing and licking up all of Little Johnson’s sperm. She felt revulsion and pride, another curious mix.

“How did the slut like that drink of Little Johnson? “

“Good. Tasty. “She told him what she thought he wanted to hear, but it wasn’t really a lie.

“My little fishes are swimming in your stomach. You know what your Mom would say? You are what you eat. Like all women, you are a slut. Calling you slut is like calling you “Girl”. It’s too generic. Bad Girl and Good Girl are also too common. All women are one or the other, usually both. You need your own name. You have earned a name. Based on your diet, I dub thee ‘Fishy’. “

Jackie was too exhausted to muster any emotional reaction to the name.

“Was everything else good? How did you like the spanks? “

“I don’t mind getting spanks. “She’d meant to say she “had not minded the spanks”. “Don’t mind getting” made it sound like there would be future spankings from Little Johnson. A quickly recovering Jackie hoped there would be no future spankings. She shuddered. Suddenly she realized something.

“Hey, you never did pinch my butt. “

Little Johnson giggled like a circus clown, reached over, and harshly pinched her right butt cheek. Jackie squealed with pain. On her spank-crimsoned ass the pinch was shockingly painful.

He pushed her head and shoulders off his lap, stood up from the sofa, and walked away. One hand cupping her swampy pubic mound and the other cupping the pinched ass cheek, Jackie marvelled that the painful pinch stoked more flames of arousal. Was there no end to her sluttiness? Every orgasm seemed to make the next one easier and more necessary.

When Little Johnson returned, he carried the leather collar sporting the name tag that read “Good Girl”. He snapped it around Jackie’s neck and locked it closed with the little padlock. Although dismayed by the act, Jackie showed no resistance. At the moment, resistance seemed fruitless and impossible. She was surprised the collar, though built to be uncomfortable by jamming against the base of her neck and chaffing her jawbone, fit perfectly in circumference. The collar was a perfect fit in more ways than one.

Little Johnson spoke, “We had this collar custom made for you. Though it says “Good Girl” we both know you are really a bad girl. Soon, you’ll live up to it, Fishy. “

Little Johnson stepped away again leaving her fingering the collar and marvelling at what fate may have in store. He returned a few moments later with a blanket from her bed which he threw over her naked, cooled, and collared body.

“Time for me to leave, Fishy. Get some sleep. “

After he dressed and just before he left he told the drowsy Jackie, “Fishy, the key to the collar’s lock is on your desk. Don’t remove it until morning. We want you to get used to it before wearing it full time. I serve Wayne Jones. Since you, in turn, serve me, you now serve him, though in a very different capacity. Welcome. “

She wasn’t really surprised. She guessed it all along. She easily fell into a deep sleep.