Chapter 11

In the living room she sat on the sofa. She felt so dirty sitting on it. Especially since she remembered what she’d done and what had been done to her on that sofa. She felt especially dirty since she was holding the unclean dildo in one hand.

Well, she better start asking her questions before he shoved that ball-gag in her mouth….

Little Johnson was standing in the middle of the room swinging the uncoiled whip like some kind of leather pendulum. He held the handle over his head so the whip tip barely grazed the living room carpet when it swung to its lowest point.

“Can you tell me what your plans are and where all this is going? “

“I can. “He continued to swing the whip, watching it and not her. He was obviously trying to get her to focus on it to get her scared. She knew he’d never use it in her. That would definitely be going too far and even he must know that.

“You’re blackmailing me, right? Forcing me because you have that video. Or videos. I don’t even know if it is one or two. You’re using them to blackmail me. “

“No one is forcing you to do anything. You are finding your true calling and you love it. I am just helping you get what you want. “

“Come on, Little Johnson, let’s put the cards on the table and be honest. You are blackmailing me. If I don’t do as you say you’re going to put that video on the internet and you’ll ruin my career. Just be honest. I need to know clearly what is at stake, that I have to do this, or I won’t. Because I am not willing to have sex with you and I am not willing to let you hurt me. I will not do anything if I don’t have to. If you just give me those videos I’ll never want to see you again. “

“I told you, Fishy, we only do the things you really want to have done. You’ve been living a lie. You’re not a career woman. Few women truly are. You’re a slut in need of use and abuse. I’m happy to help. “

“But you’re blackmailing me, right? “

“No. “

Jackie was frustrated. She felt like crying. Why wouldn’t he say it? Did he suspect?

Little Johnson continued, “The other night when we ‘fulfilled each other’s needs’ as they’d say in the romances, how many orgasms did you have? “

Jackie was silent.

“You’re not answering because you don’t even know. You came so many times who had a chance of keeping count? What about the quality? Have you ever had that quality of orgasm before? Don’t lie; I’ll know if you do, because I already know the true answer. “

Jackie was disheartened. He wasn’t being fair again. He wouldn’t give her straight answers but he was requiring her to provide one. And he was going to make her talk about and recognize her own enjoyment of the defiling two nights ago. This was the last thing she wanted because of the embarrassment, because she did not want to look herself in her own moral mirror, and because it was partially defeating her hidden plan. She’d better keep her mouth shut.

“I bet when you’ve had sex in the past it was always on your terms. The time, the location, the person, even the details of what sexual acts were allowed. I’d suspect not much of a spectrum and a very low frequency. “

Jackie blushed. This was ridiculous. She’d heard of women ashamed of having too many sexual partners but he was actually making her feel deficient for having so few.

“All those times you were in control and limited and arranged what happened. You probably had few orgasms and never powerful ones. When I watched you that first night getting intimate with that dildo you’re holding, I saw you lose control. You lost control and you enjoyed yourself. That was probably the best orgasm of your life up to that point. You went from control to loss of control. That was a big improvement. But on Wednesday you improved your improvement. That was all thanks to little old Little Johnson. Wednesday, you entered the world of giving control to someone else. Following someone else’s orders and letting them lead you. How did that turn out? No doubt it was the best night of sex in your entire life. I didn’t even fuck you though you would have loved it if I had. “

Jackie felt she had to say something to derail him, “No! None of that is true. “

“Was Wednesday the best night of sex you’ve ever had? “

“No, it was awful. I hated it. I only did those things because you forced me. “

“There was no force, slut, other than the force of your lust. Go ahead, tell me in detail about sex you ever had that was better than that. “

Jackie opened her mouth but no words came out. Her mind looked around for anything, any memory near as hot as the other night. She thought of many romantic interludes but had to discard every one as not even a faint shadow of what happened Wednesday. She knew her mouth was working open and closed like a sick fish washed up on a beach. There was nothing that she could say to deny that would not be a lie. He would know. More importantly, she would know.

With awareness that she’d enjoyed what he had done to her and what she did for him she felt a horrifying burst of self-realization.

“I gave you the best sex of your life. You probably can’t even conceive of ever matching it. You’ll more than match that. I’ll take you far beyond that. “

Even just contemplating the actions of the other night released a shudder of lust and her juices flowed freely, nipples hardly almost painfully now, and her breasts felt swollen, too heavy for her bra. Anticipating the possibilities of the current night, especially Little Johnson’s threat/promise of taking her “far beyond”, sent a vicious spike of need into the core of her sex.

Jackie’s eyes followed the swing of the whip back and forth. She shouldn’t look at it. She needed to focus on her plan. Watching the whip, though, it was only natural for her to envision it flashing down to strike vulnerable areas of her body. It should scare her and it did. It should horrify her and it did. It should not turn her on and it did.

When she tore her eyes from the whip and looked up Little Johnson’s dark eyes were studying her, “I’ve answered your question, we both know it. Everything that has happened and will happen you desperately want. As we move along it is my job to culture your want into need. Further questions and answers you must earn, Fishy. Kneel, knees as far apart as you can, and put that beast back to work up your cunt. “

Jackie moved to the centre of the living room and dropped to her knees to the section of floor he pointed at. Her plan wasn’t going at all well. She shifted her knees as far apart as possible. She wore a loose belted robe and a matching panty and bra set so clothing didn’t limit her ability to stretch her knees apart and comply. The rough carpet scraped and burned her knees.

She had to draw Little Johnson out with more conversation. She needed as much information as possible. He expected her to follow orders at the moment and would crush any attempt to keep chatting. But she hoped if she followed a few commands it would lull him and he may respond to questions then without thinking she was defying him.

“Show your little Fisherman what you have for him. “

It was intimidating to have Little Johnson swinging that whip around while she slipped the silk robe off her shoulders and dropped it to the floor behind her. She pulled her forest green panties to one side, hoping Little Johnson would not notice the much darker green spread over the crotch area that completely gave away her horniness.

Looking up at him she knew he saw. The coloured puffiness of her labia lips, the dew pressing down her revealed pubic bush, and her thick scent of sexual readiness all gave her away anyway, she thought forlornly. Her own scent was even turning her on. There was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.

He better not try to use that whip on me or I will stand back up and kick his ass, she thought resentfully. She knew the little man would have no chance against her if she decided to beat him up. She’d already done it once. She’d shown him far too much mercy in the snow outside her apartment window. A dangerous amount of mercy, she now knew.

Jackie angled the massive head of the dildo to the entrance of her sex and realized she would not need to prepare herself to accept the monster into her vagina. She was so wet even this monster was going to slide right in if she gave it enough force. She was such a slut! She’d no idea she could get so wet so quickly with no contact.

Jackie realized she better speak now before the pleasures induced by the dildo

led her too far away from the plan.

“Please, you said you would answer my questions. What is this all about? What is the full plan? I need to know all of it. Tell me everything and I’ll cooperate fully. You work for Wayne Jones. Why and what is your mission? Who all is involved? “

“So many questions asked all at once suggest you ask them because you feel you should but that you don’t even expect me to answer. You’re much more interested in tonight’s upcoming events. I will answer them all just to keep you waiting. I’ll tell you because I want to not because we seek your cooperation. We already have that though you don’t even know it. “

Little Johnson tossed the ball-gag and two sets of handcuffs to the carpet in front of her. She looked at them and felt a thrill of fear in her tummy.

“First of all, I do not work for Wayne Jones. I serve him as an admirer, a student, an assistant. I am not paid monetarily though he repays my loyalty many times over. You have also joined Jones’ service though in a role suited to your nature; submission slut and pain whore. You have barely begun your endless journey,” Little Johnson gestured with the whip handle towards items on the carpet before her, “We were kind enough to help you pack for your journey. Out of kindheartedness I’ve agreed to help you attune to a selfless loving state of pain-filled slutty service to Jones. That is your own heart’s most secret but fondest wish. “

Jackie thought Little Johnson’s demented perspective was intriguing, though only from a professional standpoint. Was that story something those female followers swallowed? It was amazing to her that some women could be into that kind of thing. They found it arousing to give up everything good, accept everything bad done to them, and get nothing in return. How could that be… such a turn on?

“What are you doing? Don’t shove that plastic cock in your cunt yet! “

Jackie was surprised she had managed to slip the massive head of the dildo into her vagina without even noticing she was doing it. It felt good, like a perfect fit! Reluctantly, and with difficulty, she pulled the head back out.

“Never take independent actions,” he chuckled, “unless I order you to do them. “

Jackie looked again at the ball-gag and two handcuffs. That was good. He hadn’t ordered her to put them on. She could just let them lay there. She felt a totally inappropriate gratitude all she had to do was follow his orders. It made a lot of things easier though it did nothing for her plan.

“Take things in proper order. First, insert and secure the ball gag. Second, cram your dildo lover where you know he belongs. Third, I’ll tell you what to do with the cuffs when we get there. “

No way could she put that ball gag in her mouth and throw those handcuffs on. She could not allow herself to do that! She needed to carry out her plan. Those items would render her unable to ask questions and unable to defend herself. Besides her desperately weakened plan, what if he did decide to whip her? The idea was zany. Obviously the whip was a prop just there to make a psychological impact. A symbol meant to instil fear in her. The whip must also serve as a flag for his delusions to rally around. Still, he’d spanked her the other night and he was a pervert. What if he had the idea women could be whipped? She picked up the ball gag and looked up at Little Johnson, hating that her eyes were pleading with him instead of telling him to forget about it. She didn’t speak. It was like she was already gagged.

“Go ahead; shove that in your mouth. I’ll keep talking. Trust me; I will satisfy your curiosity before I satisfy other parts of you. Ball gag first and be sure to strap it tight at the back. Then slide that plastic cock completely up your cunt. Finally, you will experience the handcuffs. Do it now. “

One look at Little Johnson’s mean little eyes and she knew she’d have to do as he said if she wanted him to continue confessing his and Jones’ twisted plots.

The “ball-gag” wasn’t really a ball at all. The mouth insert was shaped more like a rubber cone with a rounded outer end that stuck of the mouth like one half of a ball. However, when inserted it completely filled her mouth, stretching cheeks and jaw nearly as wide as the dildo could her pussy. The end of the mouth insert tickled the top of her throat. The feeling was nearly claustrophobic but Jackie toughed it out as she attached the double set of hooked leather straps at the back of her skull.

Seeing she was following his instructions, Little Johnson continued to unfurl information, “Wayne Jones is not insane. You must already know this or will soon accept it. Like many brilliant men who are advanced beyond their time he is misunderstood. He brings gifts of understanding some perceive instead as attacks. A man like Jones does not belong incarcerated. He must be free to move about, to test his brilliant theories, and spread the news of discovery. He is like a modern-day Galileo with the leaders of this community like the church in the dark ages. “

Now that the gag was strapped in place, her cheeks bulging around the leather straps, Jackie’s hands returned to the monstrous dildo and moved it to her percolating pussy. With lusty determination she got the dildo head past her stretched labia and then forced it all the way up her welcoming sex. It was uncomfortable because the head was pushing harshly at the end of her channel. She felt skewered. It was too huge but still felt like it belonged cooking in her personal oven. At the base of the shaft, just before the hilt, she noted it widened and then narrowed precipitously. This allowed her to clench her pussy walls around it and easily keep it inside her pussy even if her hands did not hold the handle. She guessed this was going to come in handy once she was handcuffed. The pleasures and discomforts, mental and physical, were making her eyes water and blink.

Little Johnson watched her struggle with insertion and her resulting victory/defeat with beady-eyed fascination. He abruptly laughed, “You currently have Jones’ version of Galileo’s telescope up your cunt, Fishy. “

He sobered and ordered her to move on to the handcuffs. Filled with dread but unable to escape this evening’s events Jackie picked up the sets of handcuffs and frowned in confusion. She was resigned to wearing them but didn’t know what he wanted, why there were two pairs of handcuffs. She looked up at Little Johnson for ‘help’ but he was momentarily lost delivering more of his evil monologue.

“The incarceration of Wayne Jones is an error. Actually, it was an intentional wrong. You will help correct the wrong. That will be very noble of you. “Little Johnson sneered at the comment, “All that is needed is your clear-minded objective report Jones is no danger to himself or others. He isn’t. In fact, many women now completely depend on him so his imprisonment is harming them as well. “

Little Johnson noticed the handcuffs were unlocked and dangling from her open fingers, “Fishy, you’re out of your depths aren’t you? You obviously have no idea why there are two. Here’s what you do; Lock a cuff of one on one wrist and lock a cuff of the other on the other wrist. Then lean back and reach down to your skinny ankles. The remaining open cuffs belong locked around those ankles. Won’t that be lovely? “

Jackie paused, digesting the instructions, and picturing how she would look once she was fully cuffed. She pictured herself a long time then snapped out of it and moments later snapped the cuffs on each wrist. The left cuff she tightened too far and it squeezed her wrist bone painfully. She discovered the cuffs could be tightened, but, once clicked further, could not be taken back without a key. She sincerely hoped Little Johnson did have a key. She arched her body back, her stomach tightening flat, her thighs and shoulders straining to bring the remaining open cuffs back to her ankles. She felt clumsy and vulnerable. Her ankles were slim but much thicker than her wrists so she only had to tighten each cuff a couple clicks.

“You are the last piece to the puzzle. It takes the recommendation of three accredited Psychologists. The first two ladies have already submitted signed and notarized reports endorsing Jones’ release. Carol Milligan and Shara Tillings were so helpful they wanted to do even more for Mr. Jones. Besides submitting those reports they also submitted themselves. They travelled the same path you are travelling down. They were given the knowledge of their need to submit, need for a Master, lust for pain, and delight in humiliation. So much so that once they completed their usefulness to enable Jones’ ultimate release they volunteered and Jones allowed them to join him in Goethner-Varner. They are committed and cannot affect their own releases. They have handed over the keys to their lives to Jones. They are in the same ward as Jones in order to help fulfil his whims. They wanted to show support by enduring imprisonment with him. In fact, they won’t be released until he is, if then. That will be up to Mr. Jones. “

Jackie tested the strength of the cuffs. They were solidly in place; the thick chain between them was just a few links and allowed very little movement. She marvelled to be in this predicament, that she secured the cuffs with her own hands. She had fallen for the promise of revelation. But knowledge was not the only lure in the water. There were the lures of compliance, bondage, arousal, and threatened pain. With so many lures it was obvious to anyone but Jackie that she would fall for the bait.

“You see, Jones’ brilliance is recognized by nearly everyone who meets him. As a result, he practically runs Goethner-Varner now. It’s his private wonderland. He’s enjoyed his retreat but wants his freedom returned. More than that, he wants revenge. You’re going to help. That’s why you’re a “Good Girl”. We’ll see to it that you sacrifice your freedom in order to give Jones his. Not by force or blackmail but only through your own free will. We have standards, we don’t cheat. “

Jackie already felt like she no longer had freedom. The handcuffs / leg shackles were making her feel incredibly imprisoned. She felt so helpless. She sweated anxiously and her pussy juices ran. Her position was muscle-straining and her ankle bones ground against the unforgiving metal of the cuffs. She needed for something to happen. She either had to escape this horrible discomfort or she needed hard sex, one or the other. She couldn’t stand it if she didn’t get one soon.

Little Johnson narrowed her eyes and studied her up and down as if he was trying to memorize her in every detail. He just stood there patiently watching. He was waiting for something.

The dildo planted deep in her and gripped in place by her slick labial lips kept her on edge sexually. It was just up her at rest. She needed it thrusting in and out, the harder the better. She had a hard time concentrating on Little Johnson’s unfolding of the evil plot and a more difficult time adding up its consequences for her. It all sounde bizarre, far-fetched, and demented. But… it did not sound like a lie….

Little Johnson set the whip on the coffee table. Good, she’d known he wouldn’t be crazy enough to use that thing on her. Little Johnson took off all his clothes though he was still cloaked in his thick pelt of body hair. Once nude he picked up the whip again. Oh no.

Little Johnson stepped over to stand before her with his semi-erect penis only half a foot from her gagged mouth. Already her mouth felt sore from the gag, especially the stretched corners of her lips. One more discomfort added to the list. Still, she was grateful for the gag since it meant he couldn’t shove his dick in her mouth. But it did force her to breathe through her nose. She wasn’t sure if he’d even showered since his last visit. He smelled then and smelled worse now.

As Little Johnson dangled his smelly equipment inches from her face she did a mental checklist of her status. It wasn’t good. Her mouth and pussy were both sore from succeeding in accommodating overly large objects. Her legs hurt and trembled from supporting her weight while spread so wide. Her knees also hurt from the carpet fabric digging into them.

Jackie had a stomach-sinking downhill roller coaster feeling all of a sudden when she thought these pains were as nothing compared to what Little Johnson looked like he would inflict. How had she gotten herself into this situation? She marvelled at it. She felt sure this must be the worst moment of her life. For some reason her dripping pussy and hard-tipped swollen breasts disagreed with her. This really was new and very exciting to them. She felt outnumbered even just within herself.

Little Johnson let the suspense build and made sure her widened nostrils sucked in his scent before he spoke, “What I do to you tonight you will remember for the rest of your life. It will change you. After this, vanilla sex will never serve to even partially fulfil you. “

He reached down to the hilted handle of the huge dildo in her. Galileo’s telescope, she suddenly remembered. His little fingers were immediately slippery as they fumbled around the handle. The slight bumps caused echoing ripples of pleasure in her. On the side of the slick handle he managed to nudge the flat switch one notch forward. A humming erupted from her crotch and vibration rolled outward from the wide cylinder.

“Mmmm… mmmm… Hmmm… mmmm… Mmmmmm! “Jackie did not know if she was trying to protest or just release some of the power of the tremendous sensations. It may have been the vibration itself manipulating her throat muscles. Her gag kept the noise under control. Without the gag she might be screaming.

 

Little Johnson found the desperate breathless noises as soothing and enjoyable as always.

He stepped back and watched Jackie redden, not just her face but all over. She still wore the forest green matched bra and panty set so the overall image reminded him of Christmas. He felt like a kid on Christmas morning.

Jackie’s hips thrust and danced in little circles. It was impossible to tell if she was trying to shake the dildo out or if she was trying to screw it. Probably both. In moments her thighs shined with pussy juice. Those forest green panties just couldn’t suck it all up.

Sometimes Jackie’s eyes darted around as if looking for an avenue of escape or watching for the arrival of a rescuing knight in shining armour. More often she was blinking and her eyes were unable to focus on anything.

The more sexual anxiety the women felt the more relaxed he was. Little Johnson delighted in viewing Jackie trying to cope with all of that lovely sensation. Long minutes stretched and he knew each of his minutes felt like an hour to Jackie. She was in a state of continuous orgasm. He knew she could not manage her pleasure any more. He had seen quite a few women broken on this particular rock. Carol Milligan and Shara Tillings included. Damn, Psychoanalyst chicks were hot bitches! Breaking them was fast becoming his specialty.

“Mmmm… mmmm… Hmmm… mmmm… Mmmmmm! “

The Thorpe woman was a fine specimen. She put on quite a show. Little Johnson felt like watching her for hours. The giant vibrating dildo would show her again she was helpless to control her pleasure. That lesson’s first class was the other night. She’d already been taught that lesson once though he doubted she took it to heart. She needed to enrol in another class tonight.

Little Johnson approached her again. He turned the massive tube until the curved upward side of the hilt lined up with Jackie’s anus. She squealed in protest or increased sensation as he pressured it up her back passage. Once it was deep and secure he pulled his little paw away, wiping it on her left bra covered breast. He liked that she hadn’t tried to move her legs or leave her ordered position. She verbally protested with muffled damsel in distress sounds but she had not actually resisted. She was marching down the path he intended for her quite nicely. She was a good little soldier. Little Johnson giggled. This army had a lifetime enlistment.

He stepped behind her. He took time to admire her lovely back and twitching ass cheeks. He unsnapped her bra and tossed it to the floor. He wanted to see her tits, but, just as importantly, did not want the straps to get in his way. He reached down and pulled her panties viciously up her ass crack. The panty was to one side of the dildo but it did stretch across the portion up her ass. Pulling up the panties humiliated her further, kept the anal intruding section of the dildo firmly up her ass, and revealed the slim perfectly rounded globes of her sexy ass cheeks. He saw they blurred slightly at the edges due to the heavy vibrations travelling to them from the dildo. Little muscles in each ass cheek randomly spasmed ass nerves fired in confusion.

Giving Jackie that wedgie also meant the panties would no longer provide even minimal protection to that adorable ass.

He stepped back and braced himself to begin, taking one last look to drink in the scene.

“Mmmm… mmmm… Hmmm… mmmm… Mmmmmm! “

Little Johnson’s cock was hard as could be now that the crucial moment was arriving. That beautiful unblemished back! That narrow incredibly pale ass! He was looking forward to this.

From behind and to her left he brought the whip up plotting a path to obtain the maximum impact area.

***

Jackie was so lost in sensation she had no idea what was about to happen. Even without active thrusting, the intensely vibrating dildo sent radiant spirals of ecstatic pleasure in waves through her body to pool in her mind.

Within the continuous orgasm she just began a massive orgasm when the striking whip wrapped around her waist across her back from hip to hip. Her orgasm was so profound the horrendous pain was actually a secondary sensation. The pain was too late to dam the orgasm. Instead of stopping it the pain joined it and magnified its force.

***

Little Johnson had timed it perfectly. He enjoyed the moment as she doubly shook with the orgasm and the shock of pain. He noted the pleasing red stripe across her lower back. It was the first brush stroke in the masterpiece he planned to paint. Jackie was making nearly the same moans and groans as before but it was as if the volume was now turned up to maximum.

If her mouth was free Little Johnson knew Jackie would be yelling loud enough to wake the entire apartment complex. She hadn’t learned yet to deal with pain, to enjoy it. She would. He was here to help.

Little Johnson brought the whip down again, this time lower. A woman’s rear really was ideal for absorbing punishment. Lovely padding but still extremely sensitive, a secret area few ever see, and just on the other side of the central sexual erogenous zones. Sometimes Little Johnson thought a woman’s ass was designed more for abuse than anything else. The whip scored across the middle of both ass cheeks.

***

Jackie was trying to make sense of all the intensity. So good, so awful. She struggled to figure what was happening. The pain struck across her ass three more times all the pain combining and adding together. Her pussy was blazing with pleasure as the dildo mindlessly buzzed. It was dragging her down to her own state of mindlessness. Too much pain, too much pleasure.

Jackie wanted to scream but couldn’t. Jackie wanted to orgasm again… and could. She came again simultaneous with a fifth stroke of fire across her shoulder blades.

More pain. More pain! Jackie finally twisted her head and looked behind her. There was Little Johnson with whip in hand. He was whipping her! Even as she looked she saw it come down again so fast her eyes could not trace its path. The pain from it traced another path across the top of each side of her horribly pain-filled ass cheeks.

Jackie turned away as the whip rose again and tried to bring her knees closer together. The whip struck, the pain slashed, she heard a high-pitched squeal that must have come from her throat. Weak-kneed from the orgasms, she was barely able to get her knees together as the whip scored again. She wondered if she was bleeding. She wondered if she would be scarred.

Not knowing where she could go with her hands cuffed to her ankles and with no exact destination in mind, she tried to walk forward on her knees. She felt no carpet burn pain in the knees. The pain from the whipping put her well beyond the ability to sense such minor pain.

As she shuffled the whip struck again and again and she knew Little Johnson was easily keeping pace with her. There could be no escape. He had her right where he wanted her and she knew he must be enjoying her silly escape attempt. All she was doing was entertaining the little bastard. That made her want to stop her hopeless escape just to defy him but holding still for a whipping was a pitiful form of defiance.

She wanted to escape the pain but it wasn’t as simple as that. She wanted to escape the pleasure. The strange vibrating dildo was lapping unreal pleasures from her swollen slippery labia lips, up into her womb, and all through her entire body. The anal prod was vibrating a lot of sensation back there as well. The pain was awful but the pleasure was really too much. The two in combination were the perfect tag team. She had about as much chance of defeating them as an actual wrestling tag team.

They were combining to become a force much greater than the sum of its parts. Physically, she was at both ends of the spectrum, ecstatic pleasure and hellish pain. The pain and pleasure reached past her physical form and seemed to poke a hole in her will, in her soul. It was like air running out of an inflatable beach toy.

With every second of mind-bending pleasure and every wicked strike of the whip she felt less like a person and more like just a bundle of nerve-endings lusting for extreme sensation.

Jackie came again or her non-stop orgasm crested particularly high for long seconds and, at the end of it, she fell forward her cheek resting on the carpet. The striking whip never slowed. The new position stretched the skin on her ass and made her even more vulnerable.

The whip came again and she came again. When the whip struck again she had not finished coming and a new orgasm struck overlapping and joining the first. This continued strike after strike, orgasm after orgasm. It was the whip and waves of pain that were making her orgasm, not the powerful dildo.

 

***

At some point, Jackie realized the whip strokes ceased. She didn’t notice immediately because the pain and orgasms continued. Every several seconds, face still in the carpet, her ass would shake and pump and she would come yet again. Distantly, she noticed that at the peak of each come she was consistently levering her butt several inches higher in the air as if it was seeking the next strike of the whip.

The whip blows were over but the waves of pain from the whip’s work continued. That was what caused the ongoing orgasms though the dildo continued buzzing angrily. Jackie knew that for certain when Little Johnson’s pawing fingers shut off the dildo. The orgasms did not stop.

Over minutes as the whipping pain simmered down the orgasms slowed, diminished, and finally stopped. Jackie’s field of awareness began to cautiously expand outward from the bounds of her own skin.

Jackie could Little Johnson’s nearness, sense his enjoyment of her present state, and could maybe smell his lust. She was relieved the worst of the pain was over. She was relieved the best of the orgasms were over. Or was it the other way around? And did she miss them a little?

Only now that she was recovering from it did Jackie understand that she’d been in some kind of alternate state. For an unknown number of minutes he’d been in a state beyond thought, beyond fear, and even beyond any sense of self-preservation. These abilities were slowly returning. She was evolving from a pure sensation-based animal back into a human being, attempting to crawl out of the water and up onto shore.

“Look at me, Fishy. “

He was behind her to the right instead of to the left as when he whipped her. Jackie looked over her shoulder and saw all of nakedly aroused Little Johnson other than his face which was obscured by the digital camera he held up to one eye.

“Hold still while looking straight at the camera. “

She didn’t know why she did as she was told but knew she could not have done otherwise.

“Stick your ass out as far as you can. Lift your chin higher so your shoulder doesn’t block that sexy gag. “

She did it. She didn’t know why.

“Good girl. “

Against all odds the patronizing moniker gave Jackie a pulse of pleasure. In that moment she was startlingly proud not just of her perfect pose and perfect compliance but also of the livid striped she accurately envisioned on her rear. All of her reasons for pride were like symptoms of a disease. The actual disease was that she was happy she pleased and was continuing to please Little Johnson. Oddly, his pleasure seemed worth the price of severe suffering.

Little Johnson took the photo and she wondered if her thoughts could be seen swirling in the blue pools of her eyes. She felt more naked than ever before. No, not naked. More nude.

He approached and removed the ball gag. She gasped and sputtered, splashes of pent up saliva sliding over her chin, dripping onto her swollen breasts. She wished her hands were free to wipe off the saliva. Somehow, she could still be embarrassed in front of this man. Even as the thought occurred he undid the handcuffs and her sore arms fell to her sides, blood rushed back to her feet whose circulation had suffered constriction.

“Stand up, hands on your hips. Look over your shoulder again and, this time, give the camera a huge sexy grin of happiness. “

She did as he instructed. It felt weird to be smiling after all that happened. Weird, but it did not feel like a complete lie. It felt surreal to pose around for Little Johnson wearing only wet panties twisted to one side and the monster dildo inserted in her pussy still sliding around with each movement. It was even weirder to be following Little Johnson’s every direction as if it was gospel.

She was doing more than following them. She was actually looking forward to each command with a subversive will to complete them to the best of her ability. It wasn’t enough to just do as he commanded. She wanted to excel at it. She was curious, almost eager, to learn what he would have her do next. The logical part of her knew cooperating with Little Johnson could not help her cause, would only mire her deeper in the foul mud. Unfortunately, the logical part of her no longer had a vote.

She grinned and looked straight into the camera as he took several more shots from slightly differing angles. In the last one he told her to pull one ass cheek out to the side while using her other hand to pull up hard on the rear waistband of her panties. In effect, he ordered her to give herself a wedgie and she did it.

Her hand squeezing and pulling her wounded right ass cheek released a new stab of pain as well as a flash of arousal. That and the photo in her mind of what he was having her do to herself and for him. She realized this wasn’t all for him, though. She reminded herself that everything done was really at the behest of Wayne Jones. Little Johnson was a servant serving Jones. Chauffeurs drove cars, maids dusted, Little Johnson was a talent scout, a trainer, an obstacle remover.

“Fishy the slut, get those sorry panties off and pull that wacky plastic cock out. “

She followed his orders, and then stood there, holding the dripping dildo and awaiting further instruction. She looked forward to it. She felt eager and beyond questioning any directions he gave. She knew he would make her do something she shouldn’t want to do and she knew whatever it was, she would want to do it. It was insane.

Slut! Dildo-humper! Pain-craver! “

The verbal abuse seemed to soak right through her skin, becoming part of her, part of how she viewed herself.

“It’s time to put the dildo away. You must clean it first. Lick it all clean. You wouldn’t want your cunt juice to rust it, would you? Lick it all up. “

Jackie went to work with a purpose. She was surprised she didn’t try to deny, delay, or protest. She had an order from someone she now somehow recognized had the right to give her orders. The best time to follow an order was immediately.

Her tongue swept up and down the sides of the shaft. It was so big and the batteries made it a heavy burden. She found it hard to believe it was inside her just moments ago. She saw Little Johnson was taking more photos and she did her best to ham it up with sultry eyes and nibbling lips. Even she couldn’t buy that she was just trying to lull him into a false sense of security. As she displayed wanton passion she really felt it. Like smiling caused people to feel like smiling.

The taste of her feminine essences was wildly exciting. It was such a nasty and embarrassing act. The shameless act of licking them off conversely filled her with shame and a white hot brand of arousal radiating in the depths of her womanhood. She was such a Bad Girl for doing such a bad thing but she knew she was a Good Girl for doing it so good.

Her logical mind had no vote but still had a voice. It was appalled by everything. Her mind even protested the illogic of Little Johnson’s statement. A plastic cock could not rust! Even the copper strips wrapping around it like red on a candy cane could not rust! If it could rust, replacing the pussy juice with spit wouldn’t have done any good.

What was Little Johnson going to do with those photos? Give them to Jones? Post them on the Internet for thousands of perverts and possibly her friends and family members to view?

These logical arguments and reasonable concerns were counterproductive. It turned her on that Little Johnson was treating her like an idiot. It turned her on that, as she pictured herself and imagined their reaction, that Jones, strangers, and even people she knew and respected might see her like this.

Would Little Johnson tell her to shove the dildo back up her pussy when she was done licking it clean? Damn! He wouldn’t. That would defeat the purpose of licking it clean in the first place. Maybe she could offer to lick it clean again if he let her use it to come one more time.

No. She knew he didn’t want her to speak. Just to follow orders. He’ll tell me when he wants me to talk and he’ll probably tell me what to say. She kept licking for long minutes trying to recover every molecule of pussy juice.

“You’ve done a good job on that thing. I think if it was a real cock it would have come by now. Just as well it didn’t. Thing is so huge if it was real, had a matching set of balls, and you did make it come you might drown. “

The ugly little bastard laughed and Jackie felt hurt. Little Johnson could hurt her both externally and internally apparently at will. He could just joke and giggle while she was covered in whip wounds and was working so hard to do a good job cleaning the dildo. Jackie mentally shook her head while keeping her lips and tongue all over up and down the dildo. Her thought process seemed all wrong but she didn’t know how to fix it.

“Tell you what. You’ll give me the same kind of blow job you’re giving monster there. Just all lips and lip nibbles, tongue flutters, no deep-throating. No tonsil-boxing this time. When I come, pull back a little so it goes all over your face. “

As he stepped forward Jackie went to her sore knees. She saw he still had the digital camera now held secure by its strap twisted around his right wrist. She supposed he would end up taking more photos. She was fatalistic. Like an Old West Native American who believed photographs stole souls, at the moment she saw no difference between one embarrassing humiliating possibly career-ruining photo or twenty of them. The first one had already plucked her soul. It was all the same.
Jackie noted that even kneeling she actually had to lean down to get her mouth to work on the standing half-Dwarf’s perfectly erect cock. Like the other night it was a strange purple hue. She felt lust in the pit of her stomach, renewed flow in her pussy, and was filled with passionate purpose. Make the cock of the semi-man who’d whipped her so horrifically come all over her face. It wasn’t just a goal, it was the goal.

She fluttered her tongue all over it, dappled it with wet-lipped kisses, sucked the sides, and then stroked the flat of her tongue firmly across the wide head. Her left hand gripped the base of the cock tightly and jerked it towards her rhythmically. Blood entered the cock through the central arteries but her insistent grip made it more difficult for the blood to retreat back into Little Johnson’s body. Her right hand got her fingers into position to jiggle in and out of her pussy with each of her tongue strokes in either direction on the cock. She continuously raked the side of her index finger against her still hard clitoris.

The nastiness of the situation and the picture it presented in her own mind did as much to turn her on as her own fingers. The continual pain from her back and backside magnified her lust. She wondered why Little Johnson didn’t just fuck her. She obviously wouldn’t put up any resistance to the idea. She actually wished he would fuck her. She felt like asking him to do it. She thought she may as well try.

Jackie pulled her lips away from his cock, looked up at him and asked politely, “Would you like to fuck me? “

“Get your mouth back on my dick, slut! If I wanted to fuck you, believe me, I would. You’d love it too. No, you won’t get a real screw from a real cock until you’ve earned it. The good news is I’ll help you earn it and eventually you’ll get all the dick you need and more than you can handle. Right now, focus on the job at hand, the dick in your hand. Suck and lick it and make it come all over your slutty face. Be a Good Girl, Fishy! “

Jackie actually felt hurt by his rejection. She’d offered him all she had to give and the little man turned her down. Jackie felt a renewed swarm of buzzing pleasure in her pussy even as she felt embarrassment and outrage. She tried to understand her feelings as she sucked one side of his cock and her left hand squeezed the base harder. Somehow the fact Little Johnson rejected her most personal offer contradictorily made him all the more worthy to receive all she had to give. She had no place wanting him but he was perfectly manipulating her to want more and more the exact opposite of all things she should want not want.

She yearned to prove herself worthy by giving him all the pleasure she could. She would take joy in his enjoyment. His satisfaction was more important than her satisfaction. Without thought, directed by instinct, her right hand abandoned her self-pleasuring and moved up, slick with her juice, to now cup both his small tight testicles, cupping them through the elephant-hide of his scrotum.

She sensed the more she massaged them, the more pleasure he felt, the more semen he would eventually shoot all over her face, all over her. She wanted to drown in it.

Her fingers and legs trembled and he was shaking a little himself. When she heard a noise her lips and tongue and both hands kept working but she glanced up with her eyes. She saw him fumble with the digital camera. He was rushing like he wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer and wanted to get some shots before he was too distracted during orgasm or too tired after. She did nothing to escape as he took a triplet of photos. None of them would change her overall circumstance or impact her plan anyway but Jackie wasn’t thinking about that. She was only thinking about how hot those photos must be and how important it was to provide Little Johnson with a fantastic orgasm.

Little Johnson groaned heavily and he nearly dropped the camera as she felt his cock expand slightly in the moment before orgasm. She was so hot she was having difficulty thinking but she pulled her face back until she thought it made a nice target about a foot from his cockhead. She made sure to keep her fingers locked tight around the base of it. A girl at college once commented to her that constriction on the cock made the man’s come shoot out faster and further. At the time, she’d thought it a disgusting factoid. Now Jackie wanted to see if it was true.

Little Johnson’s groan deepened and a pulse of sperm struck her forehead just above her left eyebrow, sperm drops fanning and disappearing into her blonde hairline. She flinched as she thought that he might shoot into her open eyes. She stayed in position like a slut trooper. The next pulse of sperm struck her upper lip and ran down on either side of her mouth giving her a momentary Fu Manchu.

“Take it come-hungry bitch! I bet you wish you were swallowing it! “

Jackie found she was wishing that as four more major pulses of sperm splattered on various targets of opportunity across her face, the last one hitting her left ear. The constriction trick seemed to be a true story though she couldn’t be sure without knowing his normal performance level. She wanted to open her mouth to catch a sperm stream but knew that was not part of the instructions. She must follow instructions. Mostly because it just felt so right for her. Disobeying Little Johnson now seemed almost unthinkable.

“Let go of my cock and balls. You’ve been a Good Girl, Fishy. Now, let’s help you out. Lay on your back on the carpet, legs spread, keep your hands on the carpet at all times, and grind your ass into the carpet until you come. “

Jackie was confused, “I’ll do anything you want but… my ass is so sore and I won’t be able to orgasm like that. “

“Do it, slut! I know what’s best for you, not you. It’s simple, now and always. All you have to do is follow orders. You have it easy. “

Jackie didn’t feel like she had it easy as she moved her flaming ass into contact with the rough carpet fibre. She was in a crab-walk position with her tenderized rear scraping in little circles on the tough carpet. She wished she had vacuumed that week.

The acid pain from the whip strikes had receded to a volcanic throbbing but the fresh friction brought all the pain back as if the whip strikes had just happened. The pain was unbearable but it reminded her pussy of all the orgasms. Despite the insufferable pain her pussy valiantly released more juices in readying for another orgasm.

Jackie twisted her ass repeatedly into the carpet, harder and harder without any encouragement from Little Johnson other than his dark watchful eyes. Her clit felt hard as a pebble and she desperately wanted to come both for her own pleasure and as a completion of her obedience to Little Johnson. Through teary eyes she saw him studying her, enjoying. A drop of sperm fell from his still hard cock and plunged into the carpet between her spread knees.

Jackie didn’t think she could come like this. No clitoral contact, not enough pain. Now she ground and bounced her ass shamelessly into the beige carpet increasing the pain but not enough. Her eyes misted from the pain but even more from frustration.

“Would Fishy like some help from her friend Little Johnson? “

Jackie sobbed and nodded her head desperately. She couldn’t speak, overwhelmed with need. Little Johnson slipped away while she continued to grind her ass viciously and with no consideration to carpet burns, sanitation, or the pain that would stretch out over the coming days.

Little Johnson returned. She saw he held the whip. She showed no reaction. He raised the whip. She made no move other than her continued grinding and did not plead for or against. She saw him grin evilly. She was patient and just kept mashing her little agonized ass into the hostile carpet. He brought the whip down, welting her from her taut stomach near her navel down into her dark blonde patch of pubic hair.
Amazingly, that was what she needed. She yelled and came digging her heels in the floor and pushing her body several feet across the carpet giving herself new friction burns on her shoulder blades as her arms collapsed under her. Jackie writhed for a long minute before winding down.

She didn’t pass out but she fell asleep moments after Little Johnson shoved a pillow under her head and she felt a tossed blanket settle over her body. She wanted to stay awake for some reason. It had something to do with a plan. Sleep just seemed more important.