Chapter 3

When she was next aware of her surroundings Jackie realized she was laying on her back on the sofa. Her hands were cuffed behind her back so her body weight was uncomfortable.

Her head was laying on Little Johnson’s thighs. His erect cock, overly large, purple-headed just like the other night was at a 45 degree angle with the underside just above her mouth. Obviously, her mouth’s work was not yet done this night no matter how tired her jaw. She saw with faint disgust a large dollop of pre-come hanging there at the split of his penis. It was nasty and disgusting but she still felt her mouth begin to salivate.

She heard movement and she turned her face away from the impending cock. She saw naked Monica setting her huge purse on the coffee table. Monica observed her eyes open and stepped over in front of Jackie. Jackie’s eyes were attracted to the sight of Monica’s large silvery nipple rings bobbing heavily at each step and clearly pulling her nipples downward. Even her breasts seemed pulled down! Jackie suddenly felt sorry for Monica.

Monica made a game show model arm waving presentation as she turned left and right, “Do you see what you’re getting? Ta da! “

“I don’t understand. Didn’t I already… get that? “

Monica laughed gleefully and Little Johnson chuckled evilly.

“Not my juicy pussy sweet Fishy! Nipple rings just like mine! “

Jackie started to rise up but found Little Johnson had a hunk of her hair in his hand next to his thigh and behind her head. She couldn’t run so Jackie knew she had to make them abandon this crazy idea by forbidding it. They wouldn’t do it if she made it clear it was really against her will, would they?

“Stop this right now! This is over! No more hurting me. There is no way in hell I’m going to let you pierce my nipples. Stop now! “

Little Johnson frowned with a mock look of hurt behind his black beard but with merriment cavorting in his eyes, “We’re not hurting you when we pierce you. We’re helping you. Remember, I’m here to help. So is your new friend Firecrotch. “

“Help me? What a load of crap. Let me up right now or I’ll scream. “

“It will help you Fishy. To complete your quest you must prove you understand Wayne Jones’ language. His language it one of slaves serving masters. It is dominance, pain, punishment, abuse, degradation, submission, and obedience. You will no longer be allowed to visit or communicate with him unless you can speak his language. Oddly, the language is mostly non-verbal. Words can be lies. For instance, your lie when you called me Master earlier. You should be so lucky. Pierced nipples? Those are his language. Show him those and the gates will open for you to complete your quest. You can no longer swim against the current little Fishy. You must swim with the current of submission. “

Jackie paused her anger and her attempts to get up. What was she going to do? She couldn’t let them pierce her nipples. It was unthinkable. Horrendous. On the other hand, what would she do? If they let her kick them out, then what? Be a failure? Leave Shara Tillings and the Milligan woman to their fates if they really were committed to the Institute? Let Jones and his clan simply replace her with another unsuspecting Psychoanalyst who they would doubtless subject to the same abuse? Wouldn’t that be her fault then?

One way or another Wayne Jones would gain his release. She knew Jones wasn’t really insane or a true clinical danger to others due to derangement. But he was dangerous and his freedom would likely spell the loss of freedom for dozens of women. Maybe hundreds judging by all the photos in his collection.

So, where did this leave her? Jackie actually felt her nipples harden as she realized she had just logically talked herself into allowing them to pierce her nipples. The shocking forbiddingness of it. The feeling of being used at her own expense for the enjoyment of others who did not even come close to deserving her. And the inquisitive contemplation of the pain involved. It all combined to work a powerful spell. Her erect nipples were oblivious to the danger they were in.

She saw Monica take some kind of kit out of her purse. It was the sort of latched plastic case that might normally be expected to hold an array of lug nuts. The last Jackie saw of it Monica was popping it open while she hummed like a happy housewife. Then Little Johnson tightened his grip on her hair until she couldn’t even look straight up. She was actually looking towards the arm rest she’d earlier leaned over as he shoved the butt plug up her ass. A flex of her ass cheeks informed her the butt plug was still in her ass.

My God. Jackie just couldn’t believe this. She closed her eyes and swallowed hard as she felt Monica bustling around. Not exactly bustling. Monica didn’t have any clothes to bustle with. Jackie realized her mind was trying to distract her with errant thoughts in order to protect her from anxious thoughts about her coming ordeal.  

Little Johnson was also trying to help in his own particular selfish way, “Here, suck and lick on this while Firecrotch helps you out with a free nipples piercing. Don’t nip my cock when your nipples get holed and don’t stop sucking either. Firecrotch has her job, little Fishy has her job. My job is to come. Very fair, all our jobs are equally important. Team effort here. “

Little Johnson used his free hand to press his cock down onto her soft lips. The underside of his cock, just below the head, began sliding up and down across her clenched teeth like he was brushing her teeth with his cock.

Jackie didn’t like her ability to speak ending for the moment. Then again, she hadn’t said anything when she had the chance and realized she would not have said a thing now if he did let his cock pop back up off her lips and teeth. Jackie knew it was all really going to happen. Again she had talked herself into going along with wicked plans laid out by evil Wayne Jones and the foul Little Johnson. She thought she was more at fault than them. At least they didn’t seem to think this kind of thing was wrong. She knew better.

She also knew she was turned on physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. Her chords were expertly strummed and plucked on every level. She had no doubt she was going along for more reason than just to further her aims.

Jackie gently nibbled with her soft lips and fluttered her tongue on the underside of his shaft and heard a foil packet ripped open by Monica. A moment later she felt contact on one nipple and then the next from a soft wet cloth. She could smell disinfectant above the odor of Little Johnson’s crotch.

The alcohol in the disinfectant was evaporating causing her nipples to super cool. The artificial cold sensation caused her nipples to hold their erection. Her mind, again trying to distract her from the upcoming pain, noted how odd it was that her nipples were simultaneously hard from the cold sensation and hot arousal.

Jackie felt her anxiety increase as the piercing was more imminent and so did her arousal dragged along with it in a tangle. The analytical corner of Jackie’s mind marveled. Shouldn’t dread decrease arousal? Was she dysfunctional? Were there breeds of women who did not react how they should -- that were susceptible or even yearning for abuse and submission? Was she a member of that breed?

Monica intruded on her self-analysis. As Jackie came back to the situation she was in she was surprised at how passionately her mouth was still working the underside of Little Johnson’s cock.

“I won’t lie to you, Honey, this will hurt a lot. Just think of it as payment for all that lovely pleasure you’ve had tonight. Think of it as a gift from Mr.  Jones and make yourself like it. Picture how luscious your hot-pink nipples will look with silver rings through them…”

Jackie felt one of Monica’s hands grip the top of her left breast and squeeze hard forcing the bulging breast crown to mushroom out the bright pink nipple and areola topping the center. Jackie still wore the nipple-revealing bra. She finally saw now why Monica remarked that Jackie wearing that particular kind of lingerie was a coincidence. They’d planned to pierce her nipples long before they arrived.  Planned this dramatic change in her appearance and in her physical boundaries without any input from her. They weren’t interested in what she wanted, only what they wanted. No surprise there but she was shocked they were willing to go so far so fast with her. Had they pierced Shara Tillings and Carol Milligan as well? Hard to believe but it was hard to believe she herself was about to be pierced. She wondered what would have happened to her if Monica’s daughter Kira had won the coin toss. Monica had mentioned that Kira also had her own special skill. If Mom’s was piercing, what was the daughter’s?

In her defenselessly swollen left nipple she felt a stab of pain pinpoint in size but unbearable in extent. Jackie cried out but then did her best to continue giving unabated pleasure to Little Johnson. She knew it was expected of her. She hated to let down anyone’s expectations, even if they were hateful people. The pain quickly reduced to an intolerable pulsing ache. She could barely sense anything other than pain as Monica re-swabbed the injured nipple though the slight contact and alcohol briefly made the pain flare. When the ring slid in it was a smooth transgression. It was like the ring took the nipple’s virginity and the locking click enslaved the subdued nipple.

As Monica now took care of the other nipple in the exact same way Jackie couldn’t even tell if her fearful anticipation was lessened by knowing what to expect or actually much worse because the pain from the first piercing had been far worse than she’d expected. Nipple piercing was much more painful than ear piercing!

Jackie was fatalistic. She couldn’t run around with just one pierced nipple. She had to have a nice even match of deflowered and dominated nipples.

Jackie wished her pussy wasn’t so hot and wet again. It was embarrassing. It would make these two think she was actually some kind of masochist. She didn’t want to feed their dangerous delusions but fluids kept leaking and she really wanted a pulsing flesh and blood cock up there. Deep. Giving her the feeling of complete invasion. Complete occupation and defeat.

The second piercing was just as painful and overall she was now in greater pain as her left nipple was still emanating waves of violated pain. Even so, illogically, it was also not as bad… or really bad at all. The heat in her sex and the intoxication of her situation made the overall effect almost orgasmic. Almost.

“Sweetheart, be careful with them the next several days. Don’t play with them too hard, wash them with antibacterial soap twice a day. They’ll be red, sore, and swollen -- even when you’re not turned on! You’re going to love them. Once naked, the whole world knows you’re a free spirit. Oops! More like an enslaved spirit free to be used and abused. You’ll love that feeling. These rings serve you to travel your true path and serve to remind you constantly of that path. To serve and please others any way they want and to take your pleasure in pleasing them. I’m happy for you! “

Jackie kept sucking and licking her active mouth and Little Johnson’s grunts of enjoyment the only sounds in the room for long moments. Jackie could see Monica out of the corner of her eyes and past the end of his dick. Monica watched her display and performance avidly. Despite everything it felt both foreign and appealing to be examined by another woman while she pleasured a man. Even when it was a wicked woman and a monstrous little bastard.

Monica spoke again, “The pierced nipples will please Mr.  Jones. Believe me, I know! They are for him, not you. You should really consider that from now on everything you do is for the pleasure of your sexual superiors. “

This latest philosophical transgression was just one more to add to the list of wrongs enacted on her body and mind. Despite her outrage Jackie did not bother to protest. It would do no good. Besides, she was getting Little Johnson pretty close now and she didn’t want to lose that. She’d worked hard and kept her concentration to get him to this point.

She was amazed he hadn’t come yet. After all the sexual activity surrounding him and the job her mouth was doing on his cock most men would have come at least twice by now. She figured Little Johnson got so much ass his standards were hard to meet even when his sperm reservoir was full. She noticed a definite increase in his passionate moans as he’d watched her piercing. The little creep really was a sadist!

“Do you really want my sperm shot all over your coffee table and carpet? “ he asked between gasps.

The thought of him cumming all over her living room was a nasty thought. The angle of his cock as it was would insure a good area coverage. Nasty… sort of nasty in a sexy way. She suddenly felt sure that if she turned down the first option, another, more tempting, option would be presented. She shook her head ‘no’ left and right. The negative answer made her lips slide up and down the shaft of his cock.

“Would Fishy prefer to have Little Johnson’s fish swim upstream in her? “

Jackie froze, considering. He was talking about fucking her! That wouldn’t be good. On the other hand… it would feel great…Monica was teasingly tracing her wet folds right now. Not giving her any real contact. Her nipples hurt so bad pleasure was a welcome distraction. Except the pleasure of the tracing fingers just wasn’t getting her anywhere. Going without another climax was intolerable.
“Fishy, you’ve been a ‘Good Girl’. You were brave and obedient taking your piercing. Your first piercings…. What do you think, does a good girl like you deserve a reward as wonderful as my cock shooting sperm inside her? “

He was ugly, mean, and demeaning. But, he had a point. She did deserve something….  Arrogant little bastard! She would show him she was good enough to take his cock and absorb his sperm. She sensed her line of reasoning was all wrong, felt a deep disquiet, but ignored all that and obeyed her more immediate need to have sex.

Jackie spoke without knowing what she was going to say, “Yes, I deserve it. I earned your cock! “

“It isn’t up to you, but, in this case, I agree. Get your lazy self up and impale that naughty ass on my dick. I’ll be sitting and you’ll face outward from me. That way I don’t have to look at your ugly face. Besides, I’m sure Firecrotch wants a taste of your pussy. “

Jackie clumsily gained her feet and nearly staggered with dizziness.  His commands confused her, “My ass? You mean -”

“I know what I mean, dumb Fishy. I’m an ass man. My fish will have to swim upstream your muddy backwater. Pull that butt plug out. Don’t bother licking it clean I need my cock in you now! “

The harsh urgency in Little Johnson’s voice made Jackie rush to follow his orders even though she was rushing towards something she’d rather avoid. Like running towards a cliff’s edge when she really wanted to live. She’d didn’t have time to be angry. Her lust was making almost any treatment from him acceptable.

She stepped out of the vibrating panties and pulled out the butt plug which she simply dropped on the floor. Her ass felt appallingly empty but relieved when she had removed the butt plug. She knew both those feelings were going to be banished momentarily.

Jackie realized that what she wanted had no significance now. Not to them obviously and not even to herself. She knew she would follow their directions no matter what they were. What they wanted was more important than what she wanted. It was unfair and wrong but felt… appropriate.

Under their avid watchful eyes Jackie turned and clumsily backed up and lowered her ass until it bumped his cock. His cock bounced around as she tried to center it and it left dots of seminal fluid on her inner ass cheeks with each contact. “This is your reward so you do the work. I’m just going to sit here. You find a way to get my cock up your ass. “

It was a struggle because her hands were still handcuffed behind her back and she couldn’t actually grab his cock and center it on her little butt hole. Monica held her shoulders so she didn’t unbalance and fall. Monica’s breasts swayingly contacted her face. Jackie felt the smooth coolness of her nipple rings. Her own breasts felt incredibly heavy due to her new rings.

Finally the large head of Little Johnson’s cock was perfectly centered and she started a steady impalement onto it. It felt… amazing. Not good but not bad either. Very uncomfortable but not as painful as she had dreaded. The pains in her nipples made other pains suffered less substantial and her strange arousal made pain into something other than a bad thing.

The forbidden nature of her performance expanded her lust higher and higher like a barometer as his shaft rose ever higher in her rear channel. Once she got it all the way in as far up her rear as she possibly could, with Little Johnson grunting loud enjoyment behind her, she suddenly felt sure she could come like this.

For a minute she got used to it, slowly pulling up and sitting back down more rapidly, continuously replaying her initial self-impalement. Little Johnson’s little hands on her hips and Monica’s hands on her shoulders simply steadied her and kept her on course, they let her do all the work. She picked up speed as did her heat. After the first minute they tilted her so her back was resting on Little Johnson’s bearded face and small torso. Her knees were spread wide to either side, knees up, feet on the sofa. He began delivering vicious half-bites to her back. Half-Dwarf half-biter! Feeling hysterical she almost laughed despite the nasty pain and would have but her passion and need extinguished the impulse.  

Monica knelt and stuck her face right into Jackie’s golden nest and steaming vaginal folds. No hesitation, only enthusiasm. Where did they find women like her? Did they find them, or, did they make them?

Her tongue and bumping nose delivered unbelievable sensations to Jackie. They were making quick work of her. She felt herself unraveling. It made her eagerly slam her ass hard as can be all the way down to the base of the cockand the then again and again. She actually thought, bizarrely, that tere wasn’t enough pain, she needed more.

Monica had a hard time keeping her face in contact with Jackie’s pussy and, more importantly, Jackie’s pussy wanted to keep the tongue twirling on it so Jackie altered her ass self-impalement. By arching back and then just sliding her ass channel a couple inches up and then back down Jackie kept Monica’s mouth in place. Her ass still burned with friction.

Eyes hooded with passion she peered down the front of her pumping body. Besides the fascinatingly wicked sight of another woman’s face munching her pussy, she could now see, in all their majesty, the abused state of her nipples.

The nipples were huge, bigger than she’d ever seen. Stiff from arousal and her body’s reaction to the piercing. The nipple rings were not sliding around or rotating at all. The pressure held them in place. They looked huge and heavy and they were obviously dragging down the tips of both breasts. They weren’t cute accentuations. These were the nipple rings of a slave.

The only way Jackie could comprehend the surreal sight was as an added turn on.

Jackie howled her orgasm. Little Johnson grunted his own. He was happy to join her. He had mastered self-control long ago and had simply waited for the inevitable to happen inside her. To master others he had first needed to master himself and now he was able to time these things perfectly.

Jackie wasn’t sure she really felt the sperm leaving his cock to splash inside her rear channel but she felt how her self-impalement suddenly became easy and slick with the dose of come lubrication. Monica’s tongue worked in a frenzy all over her pulsing pussy and her full lips mock bit at Jackie’s vulnerably extended clitoris.
Jackie didn’t know if she came tremendously once over a long time or many times blended together continuously. She knew it was wonderful, a new God to worship.

***

 

When Jackie woke up just past 3:00 AM she did not open her eyes at first. She remembered how exhausted she’d been after the sex. Her first -- and she told herself definitely her last -- ménage a trois. It had been a memorable Sunday night.

She remembered that as she initially laid there after sex she’d heard Little Johnson and Monica moving about her apartment, occasionally whispering. She hadn’t been concerned at the time but felt a little unease now. Sore, too. Especially her ass, inside and out, and her poor nipples.

She kept her eyes closed a moment longer. Images of herself paddled, pierced, and anally impaled flashed back and forth through her mind. Unbelievable. She’d never thought she’d ever have pierced nipples. Or be paddled. Or suck pussy. Or allow a woman to lick hers. She had never before engaged in anal sex and had never thought she would. Even now she knew a load of Little Johnson’s sperm was up her ass. The thought was disgusting but gave her a strange wicked sense of accomplishment. She was oddly proud of every shameful thing she’d experienced. The abuse she’d endured. The orgasms she had produced. She’d never do any of those things again, of course, but as a one off event it had not been all bad.

When she sat up her body achingly recalled the use it had been put to and her ring-heavy breasts shifted oddly. The blanket they’d tossed on her fell away. When she opened her eyes she saw two photos and a note on the coffee table.

The photos were 8 by 10 glossy print outs. She knew Little Johnson had printed them off on her own computer. One was from the other night and showed Jackie, ass covered in whip welts, looking over her shoulder at the camera while giving herself that humiliating wedgie and pulling one ass cheek outward. She already had that photo. Why had Little Johnson printed it up again?

The other photo was from just hours ago. In it, Jackie was on her knees between Monica’s lush thighs her face about a foot from Monica’s fiery crotch. Jackie could see every detail of Monica’s labial lips and the photo had captured the moment of Monica’s squirting orgasm. Monica was arched backward, hips seeking upward, a spray of droplets clouding into Jackie’s startled but lust-filled face. Jackie noticed with embarrassment that her mouth was open a little at the moment of the photo.

Jackie turned resolutely to the note. She was having trouble keeping track of how much evidence they had of her sluttish immorality. Plenty and enough. She knew they really had her by the short hairs both figuratively and sometimes literally. They probably had a photo of that somewhere.  She snorted in self-derision.

Little Johnson seemed to have the same preference for block letters as Wayne Jones:

HERE IS FURTHER ASSISTANCE IN YOUR JONES-IMPOSED QUEST. YOU SAW OUR KING, YOUR KING, COLLECTS EROTIC PHOTOS. HIS NEW TWIST TO THE HOBBY ARE PHOTOGRAPHIC SEGUES. AT LEAST ONE PHOTO OF EACH PEASANT BITCH BUT, BETWEEN INDIVIDUAL PHOTO GALLERIES, A PHOTO OF EACH WOMAN SHARING TOGETHER THE GIFT OF PLEASURE JONES HAS BEQUEATHED THEM.

GIVE THESE TO KING JONES FOR HIM TO ADD TO HIS COLLECTION. THEY MAKE UP THE PERSONALIZED GIFT HE TASKED YOU TO DELIVER. YOUR NEW RINGS ON DISPLAY PROVE YOUR ABILITY TO SPEAK HIS LANGUAGE -- TO SWIM IN HIS WATERS SO TO SPEAK, LITTLE FISHY.

YOU WILL HAVE NO DIFFICULTY ANSWERING HIS QUESTIONS IF YOU ARE HONEST WITH BOTH HIM AND YOURSELF. WEAR VERY SEXY CLOTHES FOR KING JONES WHEN YOU VISIT HIM TUESDAY. MAKE YOUR SLUTTINESS OBVIOUS TO ALL.

P. S. FOR ALL THE HELP FIRECROTCH AND I HAVE GIVEN YOU THERE IS A DEBT YOU WILL REPAY.

 

Like Hell, she thought, but more by rote than with any actual emotion backing it up.

Now what? Sleep. Clean up in the morning. Heal up until her visit to Mr.  Jones on Tuesday afternoon. She would pass his tests, she had to. She knew there was a possible escape out of all this but, to get away, she had to go further in. The captives, Shara Tillings and Carol Milligan, if they were captive and if they were in the ward, were the key. Funny that prisoners could bring her freedom. If she could find them and free them arrest warrants and search warrants could be obtained based on their victim/witness accounts. If Jackie didn’t press charges herself there was a good chance she wouldn’t have to testify. The police would have all those photos and videos. If she was not included as one of the victims evidence showing her could die a silent burial in an evidence room somewhere. She might even talk a detective into destroying them or giving them to her.

She’d be free and independent. Ready for success with a novel and talk show appearances. She could imagine flamboyant blurbs advertising a talk show appearance:”Meet the beautiful Psychoanalyst who saved two other Psychoanalysts from sex slavery in an asylum. “It would be amazing, even better than Dr.  Robert Arlington’s original plan for success. It would make the ordeals she’d undergone and the trials that may lay before her all worth it in the end.

Jackie laid back on the damp come-stained sofa. No point avoiding the mess until she cleaned up in the morning. She could smell the flowery aroma of Monica and the earthworm odor of Little Johnson.

As she fell back asleep Jackie couldn’t help but wonder if her plan was what it seemed, a path to daring success, or just her own internal means to string herself along and web herself further in compromising sexual submission. She was still a free woman, free at her core, but she knew now that was not a permanent or unalterable feature of her personality. She sensed instinctively it would not take all that much more of this treatment to addict her and change her irrevocably. She was risking her soul on this plan. She should just walk away while she could. But… she didn’t want to do that…