Chapter 10

In the morning, Jackie hoped it a nightmare. But she lay naked on the sofa with a blanket thrown over her. And dried secretions stiffened her pubic hair. And friction from the leather collar abraded her neck and chin. There was no denying it. Everything had happened.

Jackie’s mind tried to avoid lingering on the events. Instead, she focused on her incredible thirst. She moved to the kitchen and drank five glasses of water at the stainless steel sink.

Jackie found the key to the collar on her desk. After unlocking and removing the collar, she turned it in her hands and brushed her fingertips over the brass nameplate. “Good Girl”. She’d always wanted to be a good person, a good girl. But not a good girl who wore a padlocked collar. A collar a dog would wear. She wasn’t a dog. She was a human being. She wanted to feel love, not used. These thoughts rekindled some of her old outrage, though the feeling was definitely weaker than it would have been the day before.

Jackie showered, sudsing everywhere twice. Soaping her spanked butt, sensitive nipples, and tender pussy in the cleaning process produced a mix of feelings. Passion, guilt, eagerness, shame, arousal, anger, pleasant soreness, and renewal reacted together to produce confusion. Last night’s events played in her mind like a movie. Oh God! That horrible little man had recorded her. He recorded her working that goofy dildo up her pussy while she talked nasty. She’d even looked straight at the camcorder and talked to it! In the throes of lust she basically helped blackmail herself.

Jackie resisted masturbation in the shower, though her pussy throbbed for contact. Her body was highly attuned to any sexual contact at the moment. In the past, after sex, she’d been sated – or, truthfully, very often left unsatisfied – but never left in a state of ongoing humming arousal. It buzzed at her insides insistently, but she still refused to masturbate. She knew she’d see images of Little Johnson and his big purple cock. It would be an unbearable transgression to masturbate to that.

Even when drying herself, her towel-covered hand lingered at her sex, pressing at it through the rough cloth, rubbing well after the water dried. Instead of drying her pussy, the towel contact made her wet again. It felt so good she wanted masturbate on the bathroom floor. She resisted and moved the towel lower to dry her legs.

Jackie had the feeling neither the towel nor her hand could do the same quality job of the bizarre dildo. Not even close. She might need her own bizarre dildo, of similar size and with an anal probe, from now on to achieve satisfaction. She couldn’t decide whether the dildo spoiled her or ruined her.

She glanced in the mirror. Although she’d undergone a shift in perspective, she still physically resembled the same Jackie. Much of last night’s twisted pleasure was unrelated to the physical sensations leading to climax. The name-calling and the humiliation mixed with the loss of control and free will generated the most intense sensations. Her utter loss of free will led to more climaxes than she’d ever experienced. More than she had thought possible in a month let alone a single night. This kind of orgasm was both a curse and a blessing. They drove her need higher, made sex a new priority. Despite the number and power of her orgasms, she still hungered for more pleasurable abuse. She wondered if she could ever be satisfied, and her eyes in the mirror grew haunted.

Wrapped in a towel, Jackie returned to the living room. When she saw the disarranged, stained sofa cushions her eyes jerked away. The room reminded her of a crime scene, a crime against her humanity.

She had nearly a week to figure out how to meet Wayne Jones’ demands. If she found the fortitude to return to Goethner-Varner, she needed to be prepared to answer three of his questions. What else? Provide a proof that she understood Jones’ language and give him a personalized gift. She had no idea how to accomplish her assigned tasks. It was repellent that she would have to try.

Jackie was a little curious as she looked down now at the naughty items on her desk. Wouldn’t it be amazing if she could complete Jones’ quest? For a surreal moment she pictured herself in Jones’ room at the Centre seconds after answering all three questions and completing the two tasks. Jones coldly telling her she was a good girl and a surge of submissive victory that she had pleased him. She could feel and sense every detail of the moment and felt something like reverse déjà vu. She was experiencing something that she sensed would happen instead of feeling like she had lived a current moment previously. It made her dizzy. The thought of Jones’ stern approval made her sex flood.

She stepped away from the objects on the desk top like they were armed explosives. She had nothing to do today and that was dangerous. Idle hands were the Devil’s playground. She knew she could not bring the situation to the attention of Robert. There was nothing he could do. He would judge her and certainly reject her. Her golden opportunity would be gone. She could not just give up and walk way. But she was on her own.

Trying to cooperate with Wayne Jones and his jester Little Johnson was unthinkable, a formula for failure. She sensed that path could cost her far more than a mere opportunity at success and fame. These two could cost her very soul.

Jackie needed a third option. Slowly a plan materialized. A plan that could work! Hope rejuvenated her and pushed her buzzing arousal into the background. After a shopping trip and some work around the apartment, she felt like an old time fur trapper. She had set the jaws of a spring-loaded trap and disguised it. Now it was time to wait for the bear. Lord knew Little Johnson was as furry as a bear. The little bear would return, as it considered her apartment, her body, and her mind part of its territory.

It was a Wednesday when Wayne Jones instructed her not to return for six days. Jackie had until next Tuesday before her audience with the King.

Thursday she spent shopping and setting up her apartment. Then she cleaned. She waited Thursday evening and night for Little Johnson to show up. She was nervous but anxious to put her plan into action. Her plan involved some self-sacrifice which was necessary for success. She knew part of her eagerness was for the wrong reason. That Wednesday night of debauchery, being pushed beyond her limits, had made her curious to experience more of the same.

There was no sign of him Thursday. She imagined Little Johnson out there somewhere playing sexual games with Jones’ followers. Maybe he was playing with slim enthusiastic Kira. Perhaps he pummelled Monica with his cock. The same cock she’d had in her mouth might be in some other girl’s pussy. Jackie felt a little jealous. Obviously it wasn’t jealousy, just anxiety about her plan. She just didn’t want his sexual antics with other women to delay him.

Friday afternoon Jackie made the mistake of wandering past her desk and spotting the graphic glossy photos of sexual torture. She eyed them, her hand spreading them out. The images of sadistic torment and masochistic enjoyment sent a plunging free fall feeling of sick revulsion through her stomach. That feeling continued to plunge until it swept through her sex. As her mind processed the images, her labial lips filled with blood and her pussy flooded with juice. One hand palmed her pussy as if to dam the flow of juices. Jackie halted her fingers just before they found her clit. Trying to dampen her passionate response to the photos by masturbating was as bad as trying to satisfy a poison ivy itch by scratching. It would just make it worse. She must resist.

Jackie also possessed a strategic reason for resisting satisfying her longing with an orgasm. She’d be most convincing in the role she’d chosen to play if she was horny and unfulfilled. She just hoped she could concentrate on her mission without becoming completely distracted.

Finally, at nearly ten o’clock on Friday night, a knock sounded at her apartment door. Jackie knew it was Little Johnson.

She was correct. When she opened the door, he leered up at up her, exposing stained teeth. For a second she froze and stared at the awful little guy. She’d forgotten how ugly he was. And how short! And she’d sucked his cock and let him fuck her with the giant dildo!

“Won’t you invite me in? “

At that moment, one of Jackie’s neighbours stepped out of their apartment and into the hallway. Her neighbour Melissa, a college girl who enjoyed dressing fashionably, paused and looked at them. Melissa was a bit spoiled, since she didn’t work and her parents financed her expensive apartment, but she hadn’t let spoiling parents spoil her sweet nature. She regarded Jackie as a role model, asking her for advice on college life, her future career plans, and men.

Not surprisingly Melissa seemed startled by Little Johnson. Like usual, Melissa was all dolled up, her skinny jeans fashionably tight, her makeup dramatic, and her blond hair gelled in structured swirls.

“Hi, Jacqueline. “Melissa’s greeting was warm and sweet as usual, but she frowned with concern at the ugly bearded half-Dwarf that was Little Johnson.

“Uh, hi. “

Little Johnson turned and smiled broadly at the college girl, as pleased to see her as Jackie was mortified. He reached out his little paw, which the girl reluctantly shook, “Nice to meet such a pretty neighbour, my dear. “

“Uh, this is Melissa. Melissa, this is… John. “ Jackie’s cheeks flushed bright red with embarrassment as she realized she didn’t even know Little Johnson’s full name. What must Melissa think of her Friday night visit from this odd little man? Jackie opened her mouth to say Little Johnson was her uncle, but he beat her to the punch.

“You have such a warm hand. What are the chances of two such sexy young ladies living next door to each other? This must be a new city zoning plan. I like it! I approve! You look like you’re in a rush to be somewhere so let’s not keep your night’s destiny waiting. Jackie and I are having a stay in date. Those are the best kind, aren’t they? “

Little Johnson had the nerve to wink lasciviously at Melissa while grabbing Jackie’s stiff hand. He jerked Jackie to stand at his side, her curved hip contacting his upper ribcage. His hand snaked around Jackie’s waist and squeezed the far side of her ass. My God, thought Jackie, he’s doing this on purpose to embarrass me!

Melissa paled despite her even tan and she took a few steps back, shocked since she’d always admired Jacqueline Thorpe, who seemed so wise, so composed. Now she’d been demoted to “Jackie” and had some kind of ugly Dwarf pawing at her. It was too much to believe!

“Well, have fun. See you guys. “

Melissa returned down the hallway to her door and made sure her door lock had snapped in place, before starting for the apartment exit. She wasn’t normally suspicious of people, but Jacqueline’s new “friend” John looked as crooked as his teeth. She pictured him burglarizing her place. He wouldn’t steal and fence her computer. He’d raid her panty drawer!

As Melissa walked down the hallway, she felt his eyes crawling over her body. She heard him comment to Jacqueline, “Nice firm tits on that one. I’d like to see the nipples. Every woman’s nipples have personality. ‘

Even with her front door closed and bolted shut against the outside world, Jackie felt uneasy because the biggest threat, the insidious Little Johnson, was locked inside with her. Jackie did not wonder what personality her nipples had. She wondered if she was going to be able to carry out her plan or if her fury would cause her to beat up Little Johnson.

How she wished she had never met him. Wished she had kicked him unconscious with her boot in the snow Wednesday night and left him there.

“Look, you jerk, you better never pull a stunt like that again! That girl respects me. Or she did respect me. She’s my neighbour! I have a career to think about! Whatever we have between us, you need to be discrete. I’m not your girlfriend! “

Little Johnson threw his black parka on the floor and moved through her apartment to the array of twisted goodies from the Jones file.

He turned back to her, one side of his mouth crooked into a smile, “No, you’re not my girlfriend. You should be so lucky. You’re my slut. You’re one of my many sluts. “

“I don’t want friends, or neighbours, or family meeting you Little Johnson! “

“That makes no sense. How can you and I have a three way with Melissa if I don’t meet her first? “

“Don’t even think about it, asshole. Melissa is a nice girl. Trust me, she isn’t interested in you. “

“Don’t be jealous, Jackie. You must learn to share Little Johnson. Wouldn’t you like a companion to share in your new joys of submission, punishment, and obedience? A nice sexy friend to share your pains and delights? “

“No, sicko! She’s a nice girl. “

“Hmmm. A nice girl and a good girl. Seems like a matched set. You wearing your GOOD GIRL collar and she with her very own NICE GIRL collar. The three of us could be the Good, the Nice, and the Ugly. I think a leather collar dyed pink and covered in big rhinestones would look marvellous on her. What do you think?

Picture it…. “

God help her, Jackie pictured it for a fraction of a second. She envisioned Melissa down on her knees in Jackie’s living room wearing nothing but a rhinestone-studded pink collar, waiting for orders, anxious to absorb punishment. The forbidden picture sent a blazing comet of lust crashing into her pussy.

“Leave her alone and try not to embarrass me again. By the way, if we ever do run into anyone, call me Jacqueline, not Jackie. “

“Just be grateful I didn’t reveal your real name, Fishy. I have another agenda for tonight, some quality educational time with my Slut-In-Training. You’re still a bad girl. We need to work on that. I’m sure you want to live up to the Good Girl nameplate on your collar. Speaking of your collar, put it on. I’m sure you’re anxious to have it back in place. “

Little Johnson held the collar in one hand and the padlock in the other. Wetness and warmth filled her clenching vagina. This wasn’t part of her plan. She needed him to move into the living room.

“Let’s sit down and talk in the living room. Just for a few minutes. I just need to understand things better. ‘

Little Johnson continued to hold the padlock and collar out, “Sluts obey directions immediately and happily. Obedient sluts are sometimes rewarded with smart answers to their silly questions. “

Jackie sighed, her heart heavy. Little Johnson obviously refused to take no for an answer. She took the heavy wide leather collar and padlock from Little Jackson, who calmly observed her wrap the collar around her neck, slip the padlock through the silver rings and secure it, and twist the collar until her name plate faced forward. Her breasts felt hot and heavy. Her nipples swelled, threatening to poke through the flimsy material of her bra. As she looked into Little Johnson’s night-black eyes, she felt foreboding and offbeat eagerness.

Damn, she really was horny. Maybe she should have masturbated with her fingers or the huge dildo. Maybe she should have continuously masturbated over the past two days like she’d wanted. Masturbated until her body was sick and over the pain and pleasure. Like a smoker smoking non-stop to burn out their addiction. She realized she made a big mistake and it was too late now. In denying her needs, she kept herself primed and ready for the evil little man. She already felt her control slipping away.

“Good slut. By all means, let’s go to the living room. I’ll happily answer all your questions. “

Jackie felt thankful he hadn’t commanded her to drop down and give him head or commit some other obscene act. It wasn’t part of her plan, but she would have submitted to play him along. She was also relieved to move to the living room, since Little Johnson already violated its sanctity. She didn’t want to spread his infection to other rooms in the apartment.

As she turned to move to the living room, Little Johnson stopped her.
“Wait. Fishy, you must select one of the items from the desk to play with. Your choice. “

Jackie studied the array of items, knowing she had to choose one. Which was the lesser of the evils? The huge hilted dildo she’d forgotten to clean. The silver rings used to pierce nipples and other places. A butt plug. A whip. A ball gag. A leather hood. Teflon cords. Two handcuffs. A wooden paddle. Her hand drifted over the items. Her pussy already dripped juice, apparently anticipating and preparing. What was wrong with her?

The leather hood seemed easy but she couldn’t choose it. The last time she couldn’t see – because she had stupidly followed his instructions – he recorded her climaxing violently. She couldn’t risk yet another recording. Two were already two too many.

The ball gag wouldn’t be hard or painful. But she couldn’t choose it. What if he immediately ball-gagged her? She couldn’t take that risk. She had to engage Little Johnson in conversation.

Teflon cords or two pair of handcuffs? She could not afford to be restrained and helpless around this demented little man. God knows what he would do if given complete free reign. Besides, her plan called for some freedom of movement.

The whip and the wooden paddle looked painful. She wondered what they would feel like… but no way! She wasn’t a masochist. It might assist her plan if Little Johnson used them, especially the whip, but she could not bear the thought. Her pussy released more warm wetness into her panties. Apparently, her pussy had no qualms about Little Johnson using the two instruments of pain against her.

What about the butt plug? Gross.

The silver rings were, of course, completely out of the question. The very thought made her nipples harden. Defensively she was sure.

That left her old friend the bizarre pronged dildo. She shivered when she realized it was her “logical” choice. The idea of the dildo revisiting her pussy, returning to the scene of the crime against her will, filled her with dread and anticipation. She knew the dildo itself would fill her far fuller.

She hefted the huge thing in her slim hand, “Little Johnson, I need to wash it first. “

“No. What’s the point? You’re just going to get come all over it anyway. That’s your choice. Now I’ll make my own choices. “

Little Johnson grabbed both of the handcuffs, the ball gag, and the coiled whip. He obviously knew exactly which items he wanted and probably had a clear picture of how he would use each one. Jackie felt a pulse of terror ripple through her when she saw him uncoil the whip. She had to stop this!

“You told me to choose one and I did. “

“Yes, and then it’s my turn. We have to be fair. “

“But I only got one and you got three. It isn’t fair! “

“I see your point. Go ahead and select two more. “

She clamped her mouth shut in frustration. His black eyes and blacker soul snickered at her. Helpless, knowing he would outmanoeuvre her every time she argued with him, she gave up. Her shoulders drooped, and she trudged to the living room with Little Johnson following like a sheep dog. She was the sheep waiting to be sheered by its owner, perpetually herded and bossed by the barking sheep dog. Her only hope was her plan. She had to successfully execute it, no matter what. But she knew she would pay a severe price before emerging from this mess. When Little Johnson grabbed up those handcuffs, she realized she’d have to do this the hard way whether or not her plan worked. She’d have to do it the real hard way judging by the leather whip.