Chapter 2

Just before eight o’clock Jackie heard the knock at her door. The little bastard hadn’t used the entranceway buzzer yet again. No doubt he was trying to surprise her. Well, she was ready for him.

She had one set of handcuffs behind the microwave on the kitchen counter. The entrance to the kitchen was straight across from the front door to her apartment so the cuffs would be handy. Once she got him in, locked the door, and knocked him into submission, the cuffs would be easy to access. Once she got those cuffs on she would have complete control and Little Johnson would no longer have any chance.

She had even purchased an aluminium baseball bat and had hidden it behind her coat and hat rack in case more than fists were needed. Little Johnson went down so easily the night she first ambushed him peeping at her window that she doubted she would need the bat.

She was also ready to lull him into a false sense of security having donned the electric blue naughty lingerie from the mall. She wasn’t sure if ‘lull’ was the right word for Little Johnson’s reaction to such a compromising outfit. More like ‘lull him into a false sense of horniness’.

It was in two pieces. The bra portion was frilly and standard except for the lace-trimmed circles cut out to allow her flushed pink nipples and rosy areolas to blatantly show. The bra covered everything but the most important part of her breasts.

The panties, according to the young sales lady, were the latest in erotic undergarment. They appeared fairly normal on the outside though sparse with only an elastic waistband and two V’s of material going down the back and front to join at the crotch. However, the inside front of the panties were covered in round bulges the size and appearance of large pearls cut in half. A slim flexible power-pack was built into the waistband. There was a tiny pressure sensitive “On” switch on the right hip of the waistband, nearly invisible. Wires connected the switch to the power-pack and to the pearl balls. Turning it on made them vibrate.

Of course, Jackie had not tried it out and had no intention of actually turning it on at any point in time. She planned to impress Little Johnson with her outfit, then get him involved watching closely as she suggested she was about to turn the panties on. She would tell him to look close to see the little pearls vibrating while she pulled the panty front out from her flat tummy. He would be focused on looking down there at her bush and pussy and the possibilities of the pearl balls. Right then she would attack him, clubbing him with fists until he was down and then proceed to kicking him.

Once she had him beaten and cuffed she could do whatever it took – even torture – to recover the videos and photos of her and to learn the locations of Milligan and Shara.

Jackie didn’t look through the eyehole before answering the door. He might notice that or the delay and she didn’t want to give him any excuse to be suspicious. She was nervous, her stomach full of butterflies.

She opened the door, a little relieved it was him due to the outfit she wore, and looked down at him leering up at her. Luckily, none of her neighbours were in the hallway. Unfortunately, to the far right of the door stood Monica, the woman from the Goethner-Varner parking lot. She was the one who had apparently tasked her adult daughter, Kira, to ask Jackie to give Wayne Jones a blow job. Jackie could have kicked herself for not looking through the eyehole before she noted Monica stood so far to the right that looking though the eyehole would not have revealed her anyway. No doubt that positioning was planned.

Jackie’s false smile faltered and dimmed even as she looked at the brightly smiling Monica. Besides the happy grin, Monica wore a tight low cut top that was nearly see through and had a huge purse slung over her shoulder.

Monica spoke, “Hi, Honey, nice to see you. “

Little Johnson looked Jackie up and down head to toes and was obviously pleased, “Good work, Fishy! Sexy and naughty! It looks good on you. You’re real good at following directions and I’m real good at giving them. Match made in heaven. “

Jackie’s eyes kept darting past them to the empty hallway worried a neighbour would step out and see them. See her! Her thoughts were also darting. What was Monica doing here? How could she battle and restrain Little Johnson while also having Monica to deal with? Monica was sexy and feminine but she towered over Little Johnson and still had several inches on Jackie.

“Uh, hi. Nice to see you, Monica. Come in Little Johnson, I’ve been looking forward to seeing you. See you later, Monica. “

“Stupid slut, Fishy, do you think I’d bring Monica here just to stand around the hallway while we fuck? She’s here to help. Specifically, she is the key to your passing muster with Mr.  Jones. Now, welcome your guest with courtesy. She may be a dumb whore but that still puts her a notch above you, stupid slut. “

Jackie couldn’t turn them away and she couldn’t just stand there in that lascivious outfit when a neighbor could appear at any moment. She backed out of the way and her two visitors strode in with arrogant confidence.

Little Johnson told her to bolt the door and, when she turned back to them, she saw Little Johnson was looking all over with an alert angry expression. His short beard twitched as he leaned to and fro and peered about up and down. He was definitely looking for something while Monica stood guard over Jackie.

Monica had a wide smile on her lips but her eyes were anything but dumb. They were taking Jackie’s measure. Jackie considered grabbing the aluminum bat and taking them both out with head shots but she knew Monica would be on her immediately. She’d never get the bat up to her shoulder, might not even be able to touch it.

While Little Johnson moved around, Jackie studied Monica up close. She was surprised by the older woman’s tremendous beauty. She was every bit as beautiful as her daughter though with larger breasts, paler skin, and redder hair. Jackie wondered what a pretty woman like her was doing hanging out with the ugly little bastard. She blushed as she realized she was just as pretty and many would wonder what she herself was doing with Little Johnson.

Little Johnson stepped into the kitchen and walked through it towards the office and desk beyond. When Jackie started to follow Monica told her firmly, “Stay where you are. “Monica’s hands were on her hips and she looked serious. Jackie was automatically angry taking orders from a guest in her own home but she did as she was told.

When Little Johnson came back from his inspection of the Jones’ file inventory on her desk he had renewed purpose. He found the handcuffs behind the microwave.

He held them up towards her face swinging them from one stubby finger, “Naughty Fishy. “

Jackie trembled, felt breathless. She realized her plan, the “New Plan”, was now defunct and she had no Plan B. She couldn’t stop her shoulders from slumping. She was screwed figuratively and she figured she would soon be screwed literally as well. Doomed. She felt doomed.

Little Johnson and Monica watched defeat deeply pierce Jackie. The Fishy was firmly hooked.

Monica leaned over to put her full lips almost in contact with Jackie’s delicate shell ear and whispered throatily but loud enough for Little Johnson’s enjoyment.

“Hmm, Honey, I just love seafood. “

Little Johnson giggled and shoved one metal cuff into Jackie’s slack mouth, “Don’t drop it! “

Jackie bit the cuff and gripped it uncomfortably with her lips.

Little Johnson peered at her, gloating, “Do you think I didn’t know what you would try even before you knew? I did. You know why? Wayne Jones taught me. He taught me that all game fish when hooked struggle and fight to get off the hook… even though they sense the truth that it is their destiny – their very purpose for existing – to be caught and eaten. It is what they really want. To be used. Even so, by instinct, they struggle. That’s fine. That is the joy of it. Fishermen don’t fish because they are hungry. They fish for sport. I could have a hundred women and, for all you know, I do. I’d still go out of my way to pull number one hundred and one into my boat. “

Jackie stood still. She had no plan to escape. Escape was not possible. There was no plan. She held the cuffs in her mouth, the weight pulling her lips out of shape. She felt saliva leaking onto her chin. She realized she was just standing and waiting for orders and realized with sinking horror and a sneaky yearning that whatever the orders were next and all night long, she would have to obey them.

Little Johnson appraised her body and then scanned the apartment entranceway. Was he looking for a possible hidden weapon Jackie had thought to use on him? Jackie prayed he would not find the baseball bat. She suspected if he did he would probably try to fuck her with it.

Little Johnson didn’t look very hard, seemed to assume she’d believed she could get him handcuffed through sheer strength because he was so small. He continued, “Fishy, confess to your princely fisherman. You were going to try to hurt me, weren’t you? You were going to try to put Little Johnson in cuffs, huh? Confess all, you’ll feel better. “

He plucked the cuffs out of her mouth. The metal clicked her teeth and a string of saliva broke and fell mostly onto her chest.

“No, no, nothing like that. Honest, Little Johnson. I was just playing with those handcuffs, thinking dirty thoughts while I walked around waiting for you. I heated up a mug of water for tea. I must have set them down by the microwave. I was distracted. I just kept thinking about tonight. I was nervous. “

“Those dirty thoughts were about hurting me and using these cuffs on me, weren’t they? “

Jackie was desperate to convince him she had no plan other than cooperation. It was her only chance to lull them both to the point she might later be able to get the upper hand and get to the still hidden aluminum bat.  

“No, I was thinking about what it felt like to wear them. I was remembering how it felt. It made me hot to think about it. “

“That’s a lie. You would have put them on if you wanted it that much. After all, I’m sure you’ve been fucking that monster dildo so much you’ve probably eroded it down to half its original size. “

“I would have put them on! I would have but I didn’t have the key! “

“Prove it. “Now Little Johnson was dangling the cuffs from one finger of his right hand while pinching a small key between two fingers of his left hand. He sported a triumphant grin.

Jackie took the cuffs from Little Johnson. A side glance showed her Monica’s eyes were gleaming with carnivorous interest. It was all a trick. Jackie knew it was. Little Johnson knew everything, was always two steps ahead of her. Now he was using a mock challenge to verbally box her into a corner. He certainly knew the hidden cuffs had been intended for him. Nothing Jackie said or did would change his mind. Yet now she was about to knowingly play into his hands. She was about to handcuff herself and she knew it would finalize her helplessness before the two sexual predators, these two animals, underlings a few notches below the king of predators in their animal kingdom, Wayne Jones.

Her inner voice screamed at her not to do it. Yelled for her to resist and run. Despite that, illogically, she found she wanted to prove to him her claimed slutty intent, to disprove the mutinous intent, knowing it wasn’t true and knowing cuffing herself would not convince him and would greatly worsen her situation. Even so, she knew he constructed this scenario because it gave him pleasure to play it out. She hated him but she wanted to play up his pleasure though she could think of no good reason to want to please him.

She thought that possibly he also created this scenario because it provided a slippery moral slope she could walk onto and slide to the bottom easily. Jackie didn’t know for sure but she did know that at a primeval crawling-in-the-mud level she wanted to step into the role, wanted to step onto that slippery slope, wanted to slide all the way to its dark bottom.  

She only realized she was going to do it the exact moment she heard and felt the cuffs click shut and ratchet tight around one wrist. Then she clicked shut the other, her hands in front of her body. Having her hands cuffed in front of her was at least an improvement over last time.

Little Johnson nodded, “I still don’t believe you. Nevertheless, you’re a good slut. I can’t expect more than for you to follow all orders immediately and without question. Here you are where you belong on the night you were instructed, dressed like the slut you are, let us right in, went ahead and handcuffed yourself. I can’t expect more than what you’ve already done so far but I can ask you for much more and I will. “

Monica grabbed her by the short chain slung between the cuffs and tugged her into the living room. Pulled her over to the sofa and, once there, she kept Jackie standing while she reclined back on the couch. Jackie saw Little Johnson hadn’t followed and wasn’t sure where he was.  

“Stand there, Honey, while I look you over. “

Jackie was angry. She’d come to expect control and abuse from Little Johnson. Maybe even look forward to it. This strange woman, Monica, was another thing altogether. She acted like she had a license to boss Jackie around in her own home. It was outrageous. Little Johnson was just… Little Johnson. This woman was a near total stranger. All Jackie knew was that she was a fan of Wayne Jones and had a beautiful adult daughter. Jackie didn’t even know her last name. Of course, come to think of it, she didn’t even know Little Johnson’s first name. Not for certain.

Monica was drinking in every detail of Jackie’s standing form and lust was apparent on her face. Jackie wondered if this lady was going to try to make a move on her sexually or if Little Johnson would expect her to engage in that kind of thing. The answer was obviously yes. Jackie swore she was not going to get caught up in any lesbian acts. She was strictly heterosexual.

She was desperate to avoid further risk to her reputation. Any sexual interaction with or in front of this woman would mean there was one more person who would know firsthand about her sluttiness. She shouldn’t risk that. Spur of the moment, she developed a strategy. She had to try to form a bond of friendship and female solidarity with Monica. She had to work quickly and pull this off before Little Johnson joined them. If she could get a rapport with Monica then Monica would refuse to take advantage of her sexually and might even help her escape his clutches.

“Monica, right? I remember you from the parking lot at the hospital. Your daughter’s name is Kira. You two are big fans of Wayne Jones, right? You both have the same beautiful smiles. Where is your lovely girl tonight? “

Jackie figured bonding with Monica through compliments and admiration for her daughter’s beauty would be a good way to get a rapport going. Especially if she could use reminders to bring motherly love to the surface in order to banish the lust presently on Monica’s face. Monica’s response made it obvious her effort was going to fail.

“Little Johnson told us you’re hot and sexy. Those performances on video were wonderful and you’re even prettier in three dimensions. Kira and I both wanted to come see you and play with you. There is nothing like a new toy fresh out of its package. Little Johnson felt too much of a crowd might draw attention. Kira and I both have our own special skills that would help you pass Mr.  Jones test but only one of us could be here. So Kira flipped a coin, I called heads, heads it was, and here I am the lucky one. Right now Kira is at home watching one of your home videos and pinching her little clitty. Does the idea of having such a sexy fan like my daughter turn you on? “

“No. I’m not lesbian or bisexual. I don’t judge others for their lifestyle choices, it just isn’t for me. I’m not into all this. I’d really like all those videos back. Please, help me. “

Monica leaned forward and reached up with both hands to cup the underside of Jackie’s bra-clad breasts, her thumbs rotating on each bare nipple. Jackie was so highly tuned from the events of the past few days and from the embarrassment of the situation that even alarming caresses from another woman made her nipples cooperatively harden.

“You ‘don’t judge others for their lifestyle choices’? I’d think as a Psychoanalyst you’ve made a career of it! “

Jackie did not respond, not wanting to argue and antagonize the woman. Those soft thumb pads were working gentle friction into her swollen nipples.

“It’s an incredible coincidence that you wore this bra showing off your nipples. Maybe you and I are already tuned in to the same psychic wavelength. We’re united by our destiny to love Mr.  Jones. “

“What do you mean ‘coincidence’? Please, I don’t normally answer the door wearing this kind of thing. I’m being blackmailed by Little Johnson! “

“Little Johnson would never blackmail anyone. He has no need. As for the coincidence, just wait, you’ll find out later tonight. “

“Won’t you help me get away? “

“You don’t need that kind of help. You don’t want that kind of help. Mr.  Jones and some of the others like me and Little Johnson can see far below the surface personality of a person. Many women are submissive and many are not. Those who are not we leave alone.  We can’t be of help to them and they aren’t any help to us.  Those, like you, who have a submissive streak buried deep down like a vein of gold ore… well, we mine that. Strike the mother lode! We’ve struck it rich with you. “

Monica now used thumb and forefinger of each hand to gently pincer the hardened but sensitized nipples. She tugged on them simultaneously and then relaxed, tugged and relaxed, tugged and relaxed. Jackie had to flex leg muscles to stay in place as the rhythmic tugs became stronger. Monica hadn’t told her to stay in place but Jackie knew it was expected. The threat to her physical balance teaming up with the threat to her moral equilibrium disoriented Jackie.

“You don’t want to escape this. You’ve found your secret wonderland. You could have called the police on Little Johnson for peeping. You could have left the apartment. You never really had to follow any of the directions he gave. There was no video from that first night. If you’d been more insistent in your questioning after you captured him you would have learned that. You didn’t go that route because subconsciously you wanted to be led down a different route. You wouldn’t go down that path consciously because you’re too uptight. So you created an illusion to open up the door to it.

“Besides all that, you could have given up your assignment regarding Mr.  Jones. There are many other jobs out there. No doubt your family would have helped you out. You were never truly desperate. You always had options. Yes, you had excuses to go along. I’m sure Little Johnson even helped provide some, fed and watered your little illusion. Nothing was absolute. You always had free will. What did you do with your free will? Look at you. You voluntarily bought and wore this slutty outfit, you voluntarily locked those handcuffs on, you are standing there with your swollen breasts and erect nipples no doubt greatly enjoying my fingers pulling them. Your sexy mouth is asking for help while your soul is silently asking for commands to follow, verbal and physical abuse to absorb. “

Monica paused to lean down and deliver a hard wet lick to one nipple, then the second, before going back to milking tugging.
“Look inside yourself. You’ll see what you really want is to complete your assignment. For your work and because, by now, you know Jones should be a free man. More than that, you want him to be free. You know it will lead to success for you. I’m sure you can sense it. You can’t envision what kind of success. Your moral structures won’t allow you to see it yet. Trust me, it will be your heart’s desire. To achieve this you must prove yourself worthy of Mr.  Jones. Before you can set him free you must meet with him enough times so that no one will question or undermine your decision in his favor. Political and social forces are arrayed against Mr.  Jones. I heard the tasks Mr.  Jones has set for you before you will be allowed the honor and opportunity of spending the necessary time with him. I will help you tonight by giving you the ability to prove to Mr.  Jones you do understand his language. Arguably, two proofs. Little Johnson will help you with providing the personalized gift. “

Little Johnson spoke from behind Jackie, “Among other things. Are you sluts having a good talk? “

“Yes,” said Monica, pinching Jackie’s nipples painfully.

Jackie said nothing but looked over her shoulder at him. He was naked and held the butt plug in one hand and the whip in the other. Even as she looked he raised it and brought it crashing downwards. Jackie cringed expecting pain but when she heard it slash wickedly into flesh it was Monica who yelled.

Little Johnson brought it down twice more in rapid succession, “You redheaded bitch, do you know why you’re getting the whip? “

“Ahh! Ahhhh! Yes. Yes, Master! I didn’t call you Master. I should know better, Master. I do know better, Master. Whenever we’re in private I am to call you Master. I’m sorry, Master! I wasn’t thinking this was in private, Master, because this slut is new and not fully broken in. I’m a stupid slut, Master! Please forgive me, Master! “

Jackie was startled and shocked at how the composed and constantly smiling Monica completely fell apart. She actually had tears in her eyes. Remembering the photo in Jones’ collection where she was smiling with enjoyment of pain Jackie realized Monica was not tearful from the pain. She truly felt sorry for letting down her Master!

Little Johnson glared at Jackie. She was fearful he would whip her next. That intimidating thought and nightmarish memory of the whipping he gave her two nights ago filled her with a strange blend of fear and eagerness. She remembered fear and pain both release endorphins that could be highly addictive. That must be the reason for her eagerness and for how wet her pussy was.

Jackie worked to convince Little Johnson not to whip her next. She didn’t want any pain and definitely didn’t want to get addicted to that sort of thing, “Hey, uh, Master, I’ll call you Master all you want all the time, Master. Just please don’t whip me, Master! “

He brought the whip down on her mostly uncovered ass. She literally hopped airborne. She landed on both feet, staggered a couple steps, blinked trying to deal with the pain, and steadied herself just in time to take the next slash which landed from between her shoulder blades to halfway down to her waist, the welt rising just two inches to one side of her spine.

Monica said, “That was wrong, slut. He is my Master and the Master of many. But he is not your Master. When you call him Master but don’t truly mean it you insult him. One day soon you will call him or someone like him Master and really mean it, really feel it, but don’t say it until it is true. “

Nice to be told the rules after the game started!

Little Johnson took over the scene, issuing commands fast and furious, “Firecrotch, get your clothes off. Show the Fishy what she’s getting. Fishy, get your nipples hard, or I guess keep them hard. While you do that lean over the armrest of that sofa and stick your ass out as far and as high as a little Fishy can. “

Monica began whipping off clothes faster than Little Johnson whipped her. It wasn’t clear to Jackie if Monica moved so quickly out of fear of the whip or eagerness for what was coming next. She did look eager.

Jackie hesitated and looked at the whip. She couldn’t avoid following his commands. But, unlike Monica, she would follow them out of fear only. She hoped.

A mental echo of Monica’s words came back to her: “You always had options. Yes, you always had excuses to go along. “Her hands were cuffed but she could run to the front door and twist the handle. Get away. She wasn’t gagged so she could scream for help. Her excuse not to make these attempts was the unspoken threat of the whip. Yet, if she stayed, wasn’t it likely he would whip her more anyway?

“Fishy, if you want our help, you’ll do as you’re told. “

She did still want to succeed in her assignment. Jackie realized that was as good an excuse as any. She leaned over and rested her midriff on one large sofa armrest and did her best to stick her butt as high as she could. She guessed he would whip it and the further she arched her ass the thinner her skin stretched and the more vulnerable she was making herself. She moaned.

She used both hands to caress her nipples and soft surrounding breast flesh. Her breasts hung heavily, insistently, into the palms of her hands. Her weight was balanced like a teeter totter on the arm rest, her tummy muscles flexing. As she waited she found she was tugging then pinching her nipples. Caresses just were not enough sensation. The nipples were savagely hard, just the way she knew Little Johnson would like. She was ashamed of her arousal but proud of her big hard nipples. She couldn’t understand why. Her mental, emotional, and physical reactions to events were all continuing revelations.

Jackie moaned less in defeat and more in passion now. The humiliating commands, the embarrassing position, pulsing pain from the whip marks on her rear and back, and the tantalizing pleasure in her nipples were combining to make a pleasurable whole much greater than the sum of its parts.

A completely nude Monica moved around in front of Jackie and watched with great interest. Jackie saw big silver rings pierced through the fat nipples topping each large breast. The rings were heavy enough to actually cause a visible drag of gravity downward on each otherwise lovely breast. Even as Jackie harshly pulled at her hard nipples, pulling them down in alteration like her fingers were tiny milking machines, she marveled at why Monica pierced her nipples. She could maybe understand if Monica had poorly shaped or too small breasts. She’d read some women pierce their nipples to make up for perceived inadequacies of the breast in size, shape, or firmness. Monica’s breasts were amazing. Big. Larger than would be expected for her well-formed body. Round and firm, too. Piercing them at all was misguided but then wearing those heavy rings must be extremely uncomfortable as well. She felt sorry for Monica.

Jackie felt Little Johnson behind her, his grubby little fingers first stroking her wounded ass, following the welt the whip stroke left, then delving to lightly trace the outside of her panty crotch. Jackie moaned in mounting need to be mounted. Maybe Little Johnson could forgo the whipping and go straight to screwing her. Monica seemed to read her passion, nodded approvingly, and winked.

“What is this? “Little Johnson fingers pushed at the crotch of the panties and felt the rounded plastic studs facing inward contacting Jackie’s tender sex.

“It’s… what makes the panties special. They can vibrate. I haven’t tried--…”

She was cut off by a pain blast from a little hand spanking her right ass cheek.

“Fishy, you should have said so right away. Never keep secrets from me, not even happy surprises. Shame on you. How do I turn them on? “

“A switch on the right side of the waistband. “Jackie marveled at herself. Why had she bought these things? It was supposedly to lull Little Johnson off guard in order to subdue him but she obviously could have purchased a standard lacy undergarment. Especially since the vibrating studs were not obvious and never intended for use. Or were they? Again, she remembered Monica’s words. Was it true? She wasn’t a victim, she was a participant?

Further intelligent thought was banished from her mind when Little Johnson slid the switch to the on position. The multitude of half spheres, vibrating and pulled tight against her fleshy labial lips, created an incredible sensation. It was so shocking Jackie mistook the feeling for an actual electrical shock. It was actually a stronger, more engulfing sensation, than the strange dildo when it vibrated. Some of the vibrating balls were over and around her clitoris and this direct contact was the key to the overwhelming exquisite rush. The tight panties maximized contact.

Nearly instantly Jackie moaned, groaned, then made little humming squeals while shoving her pelvis around up into empty air, then forward, and back again. It was impossible to tell if she was trying to shake the panties off or trying to fuck them. In her mind there was a perfect clarity. She wanted to be fucked. That was all, that was everything, that was absolutely all that mattered. From beneath the waves of pleasure she distantly heard Little Johnson and Monica laughing at her.

“Look at her go! “

“Oh, Master, we should have this on video! “

“There will be plenty of time for that. This is just the first of many times she’ll entertain us and others with her vibrating panties dance. “

“Master, I’m so glad I won that coin toss. Flamepussy will be so jealous when I tell her about how hot this one is. I do wish it was recorded so I could actually show her, though. “

The momentary pulse of pain from a harsh Little Johnson spank only allowed Jackie to surface from the ocean of pleasure to pull in a ragged gasp before she submerged again.

“Well, Firecrotch, if you must know, I did take the time - and had the foresight – to set up the camcorder. It’s on top of that shelf over there. I wanted a natural performance so I wasn’t going to tell anyone but Fishy here is beyond acting and you’re a full time slut anyway. “

Jackie groaned a wail, cuffed hands shaking, elbows trembling on the sofa arm. Her crotch band was soaked so pussy juices slicked over the insides of her thighs.

“Yes, Master, I am a genuine slut. Look at this Fishy! She is too! She is hot for this, for all of this. I’m so happy for her, Master. Finally finding and starting down her true path. It reminds me of how lost I was just a year ago. Watching her reminds me of Flamepussy, too. Do you remember her first times? Master, she actually thought you and Master Jones were taking advantage of me. She thought I needed help to escape you, Master. I couldn’t explain because of the gag. It took you two some time and effort but eventually she came to terms and accepted her true nature. “

“Like Mother, like Daughter. Firecrotch and Flamepussy. “

Jackie kept waving her ass like a surrender flag in an unsteady breeze. She wanted satisfaction but, at the same time, she wanted this to last forever.

“Hold still. “

She found it difficult to follow Little Johnson’s order but managed. She was grateful she had enough composure to at least follow orders. He pulled her panties down and she felt simultaneously relieved and sensation-starved. Jackie stiffened when she felt an intrusion into her ass crevice and full contact of something against her anus. She looked urgently behind her and saw it was the butt plug Little Johnson was shoving at her, not his dick. She managed to hold still as it pushed her tender sphincter wide enough to gain entry. She knew he wanted her to hold still and following that direction was a greater priority than worrying about her first anal penetration. First and only she promised herself. She just had to tough out this one night and then get back on track morally. The butt plug wasn’t as big as a real cock anyway let alone anywhere near as big as Little Johnson’s personal weapon.

With steady pressure Little Johnson popped it all the way home. It felt alien and uncomfortable in her. Still, it didn’t really feel bad or painful. Maybe nothing could with all the wet need swimming in her pussy. When Little Johnson pulled the vibrating panties too firmly back into place the butt plug actually came to feel downright wonderful. A wild part of her new persona actually hoped he would spank her more. Even a whipping would no longer be unwelcome.

She wasn’t disappointed. His little paw began making sharp spanking contact with her shaking rear again and again. He was tireless and there seemed no end to the abuse her ass was now willing to suffer.

Monica laughing delightedly and pulling at her fat pierced nipples. Jackie wasn’t sure if she smelled her own wet passion, Monica’s, or both but the scent was adding to her arousal.

Jackie was getting progressively closer to orgasm and it was rising, cresting higher. She knew it was going to be tremendous. It was a miracle she hadn’t come yet. The painful spanks delayed her orgasm but also built it much higher. It was going to be a tidal wave of pleasure.

The vibrations rippling through her clitoris, the foreign invasion of her rectum, and the beating pain of the spanking combined to form a perfect storm in her. She needed just one slight push to bring on the climax. Despite the cuffs Jackie was able to get her hands up and spread wide awkwardly to grip, pull, and tear at her own breasts. She came so hard she stopped breathing a moment to gyrate impossibly fast before collapsing over the arm of the sofa. She released a sucking scream muffled in the stained sofa cushion. Her blazing red ass was her highest point and it was still shaking and twitching during and after the orgasm.

She felt someone mercifully switch the vibrating panties off.

When she rose to the surface of her pool of orgasmic bliss Jackie saw Monica sitting nude on the sofa, just one cushion section away from her. Little Johnson saw Jackie’s eyes open and he grabbed a handful of hair which he used like a handle to pull at her. Jackie struggled to get off the arm rest and keep up with her hair. He got her down on her knees and pulled her to Monica, right between her spread legs.

Oh oh. It was obvious to Jackie where this was going. Why couldn’t these people just graciously accept that she was not a lesbian and had no leanings in that direction? Little Johnson was in charge, why didn’t he just fuck the women and call it good?  Jackie answered her own question: because he was in charge….

Little Johnson pushed with one little hand between her shoulder blades and the other hand, still wrapped in a handful of her blonde hair, pushing on the back of her head. Jackie stiffened her back and neck to adamantly hold her position despite her lack of leverage with her hands cuffed in front of her. She realized Little Johnson wasn’t strong. It made it all the more embarrassing that he was bossing her around and manhandling her.

Jackie looked up at Monica to see if she could get any help there. Monica looked turned on and edge-of-her-seat eager. Her green eyes were flashing back and forth between the exerting Little Johnson and the resisting Jackie. Monica seemed to enjoying the struggle. It was all the more clear which side she was rooting for when she slid her pelvis forward so that she was literally on the edge of her seat.

This was awful. Jackie couldn’t help looking at Monica’s pussy now presented in close up detail. Firecrotch indeed. Her bush was darker than her head but still red. Darkened further by her secretions. The pubic hair was untrimmed and seemed incredibly bushy despite the juices damping it down. Her vaginal folds were full, almost fat looking, and clear fluid was gathered in every fold, cranny, and crevice. It was a wet mess.

No way could Jackie allow her face to be shoved into that. It would push her over some line in the sand. More like a line in the swamp!

This wasn’t like some drunken kiss between university girlfriends on a dare from the boys. Making oral contact with that overwhelmingly womanly sex would move “lesbian act” from her personal and extensive proud-to-have-never-done-that-list permanently onto her shameful-to-have-done-that-list. A list that was empty before Wayne Jones and his cronies came into her life.

Her image of herself had already altered dramatically. She could no longer perceive herself as someone who had to be treated with respect and equality by a sexual partner in order to achieve satisfaction. She knew mistreatment did not interfere with her arousal and, in fact, might increase it. Once known it could no longer be blissfully unknown. However, at least she was heterosexual. This new experience, if she engaged in it, would change her even further. Into someone almost unrecognizable.

Physically, she was at an impasse with Little Johnson. He was grunting angrily and he was pushing painfully on the hunk of blonde hair he gripped. He was trying to force her compliance. She should yell! She still had her voice.

So did Monica, a. k. a.  Firecrotch, “Look at me, Honey. “

Jackie’s potential cry was stalled in her throat as she was compelled to look into Monica’s lustful green eyes.

“Honey, you’re going to like this. You’re going to do a lot of this the rest of your life. Just imagine the flavor and wetness. Imagine burying your face and mind in there. Trust me, you’re going to love it. “

With one hand Monica delicately traced the edges of Jackie’s gasping lips and with the other she had a finger tracing her labial lips with the same delicacy. The message was obvious. Place this mouth on this pussy.

It tipped the scales out of balance….

Jackie’s face tipped forward. She was still resisting but not enough now. For no good logical reason her heart was no longer completely into resisting. Jackie’s blue eyes were wide as her mouth was pushed into the hot slippery vaginal folds and her nose was squashed against the morass of wet, red bush. She couldn’t believe this was really happening.

Little Johnson chuckled and spoke fervently into her ear, “Do a good job with your tongue, Fishy. You’re swimming in your new home waters now. I’m going to reward you. Remember that wood paddle on your desk? Do a good job and I’ll reward you with hard whacks on that cute ass. I can’t get enough of hurting that ass. “

Only Jackie’s forehead was completely clear of Monica’s pussy and bush and it frowned, causing her eyebrows to dip down into the tropically steamy pubic forest. What Little Johnson was offering did not sound like a reward. It sounded like a punishment! God, why then was her mouth opening to encompass all she could eat pussy flesh? Why was her tongue slapping at it in a desperate hunt to find and collect all the tiny pools of pussy juice? Why did she feel so needy to do and to have done to her whatever these people planned for her no matter how bad, wrong, humiliating, or painful?

She knew Little Johnson wouldn’t be able to leave to fetch the wood paddle as long as she fought his guided grip. Even though that was all the more reason to resist she felt the fight drain out of her and allowed him to push and roll her face into the hot mess. Monica was moaning and grinding her pelvis on Jackie’s face making the contact even harsher.

Little Johnson kept his hand on the back of her head for a full minute while she plunged her tongue in and out of Monica’s sex. She was pulling big sniffs of air through her nostrils and the Monica-in-heat scent was filling her lungs.

Little Johnson let go of her head but she sensed he was still carefully watching her for signs of resistance. She rapidly licked up and down Monica’s leaking slit knowing the sight must please him.

She sensed Little Johnson move away to fetch the paddle. Now was her chance. If she wanted it. Monica was groaning and writhing, lost in pleasure. Her pussy was as red with flushed blood as her red pubic hair. Monica was helpless. No one was keeping Jackie in place. That she wasn’t moving and kept licking then sucking in and out little mouthfuls of Monica’s labial lips turned her on to a high degree. Previously, the demented pair were controlling her actions. Now her own lust was commanding her. Either way, she was helpless. She had moved into voluntary lesbian acts. It was quite a turn on.

She should stop! She should run while Little Johnson was away. Monica was so pleasurably unaware of her surroundings. It occurred to Jackie that Monica might be made even more helpless if she could find her clitoris and directly pleasure it with her tongue instead of her bouncing nose. If Monica was even more helpless it would help her own escape, wouldn’t it? Jackie knew she was lying to herself. She was stringing herself along so she would still be in place when Little Johnson returned. The idea of aiding and abetting in her own degradation was massively arousing. Her pussy flexed and she released a flood of juices. It was a small orgasm but it only raised her sexual temperature.

She heard Little Johnson return. That was it then. She was in it for the long term. Until they were finished using her. The thought filled her with more thrill than dread. Monica’s sexy thighs partially muffled Jackie’s ears but she could hear Little Johnson set something wooden and something metal on her coffee table.

Now she could hear Little Johnson pulling off all his clothes. Back and forth he and Monica had taken turns keeping her occupied and fired up. Was Little Johnson finally going to fuck her? What an awful thought, that little man’s dirty penis rooting around in her precious pussy. Even so, she couldn’t wait for that half-Dwarf’s cock to plunge inside her.

She heard wood on wood. He must be picking up the paddle. Her reward. Here comes the paddle. There was no consideration of escape or even token resistance. She was curious as to the level of pain it would inflict.

Before he could land a blow Monica orgasmed hard. She was a squirter! Jackie had thought squirting female orgasms were the stuff of legend, a sexual Loch Ness Monster. Apparently not. Clear fluid gushed out spraying her face. Even when she pulled her face half a foot distant in automatic self-defense pussy spray splashed several times all over her face, neck, and chest. The spray of female essences even wetted her bra. It was like having a man come on her face except the fluid was more like water and the scent was completely different.

The first paddle strike landed on her left ass cheek and it was much more painful than she’d guessed it could be. She moaned in helpless pain and twisted arousal as three more blows landed until each ass cheek was twice graced. She felt Little Johnson’s paw on her right hip as he switched the vibrating panties back on.

She sensed him back off, wind up, and then the paddle struck the center of her ass. She shook with pain shock and nearly flopped backward in instinctive need to escape. The paddle struck again and actually smacked the base of the butt plug projecting several inches out of her stretched anus, poking out from between her slim ass cheeks even though contained by the panties. The center of the paddle contacted the base perfectly like a flat hammer pounding in a wide nail. So perfectly she knew Little Johnson did it intentionally.

Her wet face cried out and she attempted to back up on her knees as the paddle landed again and again on the butt plug base causing harsh contact deep in her virgin rectum. It was intolerable. What kind of reward was this?

He paused to grab a handful of hair and shoved her face back into the pussy that was grinding air a moment before, “Fill your mouth with pussy gag, Fishy. You’re not finished yet. Lazy slut! “

Monica grabbed the backs of her ears and kept her slippery face and puffy mouth firmly locked in place, “Welcome back, Fishy. You can breathe in water, let’s see if you can breathe in pussy juice. “

Jackie’s face wallowed in Monica’s personal swamp. Even Jackie wasn’t sure if she was trying to escape her fate or was indulging in it. She was firmly on the hook and knew there would be no escape. So that must not be what she was trying to do.

The best thing she could do now was give Monica as much pleasure as possible. After all, Monica had done a great job controlling and managing Jackie and had already climaxed once in spectacular fashion. Jackie, through her pain and moral doubts, still felt curiosity and wanted to find out if Monica could come like that a second time. She thought Monica might get dehydrated after the first one but her juices were still flowing freely.

Jackie envisioned herself climaxing at the same moment as Monica sprayed her own orgasm into her face. Oddly, it was now the only goal she could keep track of at that point. She desperately needed an orgasm but thought it somehow inadequate without inducing another from Monica.

For long minutes Jackie worked her tongue all over Monica’s seething pussy. The abhorrent act now seemed darkly enchanting. All of it. She actually liked it when Monica tugged and twisted at her ears. She wasn’t sure if Monica was doing it on purpose or reactively.

The whacks of the paddle and the cruel impact vibrating through the plastic butt plug shoved randomly at the deep walls of her rectum. It was having an overall effect far beyond pain. Pain was a big part of it but so were feelings of penetration, violation, sensual abuse. There was the sense and reality of complete disregard for her feelings but high regard for her as a sex object. Somehow she loved being a sex object. She’d never felt this way before.

The humming panties were also working their magic. Everything was coalescing into a blended unspeakable passion. Jackie had been trying to hold off Monica’s orgasm in order to catch up but suddenly realized her own was impending.

The one area she’d avoiding using her tongue on was Monica’s clitoris which so far had only received sporadic contact from Jackie’s bouncing nose. Now Jackie’s mouth went straight for the swollen bit of ultra-sensitized flesh. Her own orgasm was so near she felt the urgency to completely engulf that clitty with her lips and she sucked powerfully.

Monica squealed like a pig and Jackie groaned like a haunted woman as they both orgasmed nearly at once. Jackie was fucking her ass back at the striking paddle as if she wanted the impacts or was trying to fuck the butt plug. Both were true.

The vast overwhelming lake of pleasure made Jackie’s mouth fall open and she pulled her face back enough to avoid the violence of Monica’s bucking hips. Monica did have another female ejaculation though the spray of liquids was sparser.

Jackie collapsed in a heap of thoughtless sensation her face on the floor, crown of her head hard against the sofa, harshly beaten red ass swaying high.