Chapter 4

Jackie was shaking her head on and off during the drive from her apartment to the Goethner-Varner Mental Health Hospital. It was because she was taking inventory of her situation and she still couldn’t believe it and couldn’t avoid it either.

As she drove she said self-affirmations to get herself centered and redefined correctly, fix the damage done to her psyche, “I am a strong woman. “

Robert, an elder colleague she respected and hoped to partner with in his business had sent her on a simple but important mission to cement their partnership. A mission that could also insure a possibly dangerous man, Wayne Jones-- known in the flashier media outlets as “King Jones” -- would not be freed.

“I am confident. “

Wayne Jones had taken her mental castle by storm and did it without lifting a finger of his own. His philosophical agility and alarming turns of thought had kept her off balance. He stayed always on the offensive, challenging her. Jackie was used to asking the questions and analyzing the answers, not the other way around. She’d assumed, as his psychological judge and jury, Jones would cooperate or at least try not to offend her. She’d expected control.

“I am in charge. “

Instead, Jones seemingly controlled everything. The Institute, the guards, the staff, his fans, the conversations he and Jackie had, and now even Jackie’s own actions. He locked in her cooperation through the hard efforts of followers like Little Johnson and Monica. Jackie knew there were many more like them out there that she had yet to cross paths with and sincerely hoped she would avoid. Jones had just relaxed in his Institute suite while his will was worked for him. Very much like a conquering king watching in comfort as his army took the castle.

“I will overcome. “

Jackie marveled at the things she’d done, that they had done to her, and the things that were to come all because of Jones, all for Jones. It made her feel tremendous frustration but she also felt grudging respect for Jones’ masterful control of his environment and all the people passing through it. Being able to pull the strings of so many people was incredible but Jackie admitted she was most impressed at his thorough manipulation of her.

“I am independent. “

He had completely turned the table on her. Instead of being in judgment of him and Jones trying to prove himself to her, she was near to completing an all too dubious quest to prove herself to him. A complete reversal of the natural order though she knew Jones would be quick to disagree with that assessment. His idea of the natural order was very different from her own and no doubt he had himself at the top of the food chain.

“I will succeed. “

At a stoplight she took stock of her apparel. It was so embarrassing! The black skirt was almost a mini and very tight even on her slim hips. It was suitable for a dance club. It was not suitable for performing the work of a professional Psychoanalyst. The black suit jacket matched it but the violent top she wore was thin, almost see-through and she wasn’t wearing a bra. The suit jacket covered her breasts but, if she spread it open a little it would be easy to reveal violet-tinted breasts topped by shockingly pierced nipples with the too-large too-heavy silver rings.

“I am professional. “

She wore a sexy outfit as commanded. She chose the transparent top in the hopes she would be able to display the rings to Jones without actually technically baring herself. It would be a small hidden victory, a mere technicality she could retreat behind, but it seemed ever so important at the moment.  For the time being, she had to toe the line and obey orders. She was far too compromised by Jones’ minions Little Johnson and Monica to resist openly. That Little Johnson. . . How could she dislike the little man so much and for such good reasons and, in the end, have such incredible climaxes?

“I have limitless willpower. “

Damn. Anyone at the Institute seeing her would be able to guess she was under the influence of Jones now. It would be obvious. She felt a red shame spread on her face and a heat spill in her belly. If they could see the photos in her purse now -- her “gift” to Jones -- what would they all think of her then? They would think… they would know her… to be a slut.

“I will accomplish what I set out to do. “

She would play along, try to secure the freedom of Tillings and Milligan but, if she failed in that, at the very least she had no intention of giving Jones his freedom. She didn’t really think he was insane or physically dangerous at this point but he was dangerous in other ways. He could not be allowed to run free abusing, taming, and enslaving women while corrupting other men to serve him and imitate his ways. In Jackie’s opinion, even if the women were willing, it was all wrong.

“I will not let obstacles in my path stop me. “

She had to keep her focus on what was truly important. The current predicament of poor Shara Tillings and Carol Milligan. She was horrified on their behalf. If they really were committed and incarcerated, how must they feel imprisoned in patient suites, being “treated” by enslaved nurses and complicit guards, none of whom probably had half their intelligence or education?

“I am strong and certain. “

She could save them and that would save herself simultaneously. More than that, she would possibly gain success and fame. Before her was a beautiful carrot. Behind her was a huge stick Wayne Jones and his cronies would probably want to stick up her ass. Literally. After they used it to whack her ass painfully and repeatedly. She couldn’t help but picture it.

“I am… and, uh… I will. . . “

Jackie crossed halfway into the oncoming lane then jerked the car back on course. The bizarre dildo they’d used on her was so damn big and when it was vibrating and when she had it deep inside her it transformed her into a pure slut. A slut who thought only of the moment. Past upbringing and standards, future aspirations and concerns, all dissolved away. Thinking about it made her want to have another encounter with it.

Not healthy, not wise, thinking about those things now. She could feel wetness inside her panties. Almost there. Better stop thinking about those things or she’d end up with a dark spot on the seat of her dark skirt.

She pulled into Goethner-Varner’s outer parking lot. She wondered if Monica and her adult daughter, Kira, were hanging out in the lot protesting on behalf of Wayne Jones along with others of Jones’ followers. She hoped not. The notion of seeing Monica was nearly unbearable. Just two days past she was compelled to give and receive sexual favors with Monica, a. k. a.  Firecrotch. It would be terribly embarrassing to ever see her again. Even more because of her current outfit.  

The analytical observer in her nature - the part that led her to a career in the field of Psychology - noted how odd it was that the opinion of someone for whom she had no respect, someone like Monica, could still be important to her. It made no sense. She’d directed herself wisely in her sexual encounters in the past and had never before tasted the blend of dread, disbelief, and horror of possibly running into someone she regretted having had sex with.

There she was.

Monica and Kira stood near the gate controlling the road into the inner, staff, parking lot and the rest of the Institute. Monica saw Jackie, slapped her daughter on the shoulder and pointed. Kira’s large dark eyes found Jackie.

Jackie cringed behind the wheel and pretended she didn’t see them. But she couldn’t help but dart a look as she sidled her car past. Her cheeks flushed furiously when she saw both grinning at her, Monica winking and Kira giving her a thumbs up sign.

My God, thought Jackie, would the guards at the gate notice? What would they think? Her cheeks blazed brighter as she also wondered how much Monica had revealed to her own daughter. Probably everything. Certainly everything.

Jackie scanned the dozen or so protesters by looking in her rear view mirror as she waited a moment for the car in front of her to go through the gate. Only Monica and Kira gave her much attention but she couldn’t help thinking Monica may have told them all. In her mind she could hear her sultry voice and picture her enthusiastic face as she went from follower to follower and told them, “You know that pretty blonde Psychoanalyst who comes here daring to judge King Jones? I sucked her pussy and she licked me out. Plus, I pierced her nipples! “

***

 

What a nightmare. First the fans in the parking lot, then walking in her skimpy outfit down the winding path to Building C that contained the maximum security patients including Wayne Jones, and then getting past the ogling guards. She hugged herself as they checked her through pretending chill from the winter cold so they wouldn’t see her pierced nipples. It wasn’t Hotchkiss and Wilrey this time luckily. She didn’t really mind Hotchkiss but she was repelled by the fat one Wilrey. These two made no rude comments but they definitely checked out her long mostly bare legs.

She didn’t want to see Jones. He made her nervous. More than that, she was almost scared of him now. He wasn’t physically intimidating but his ability to manipulate and control others was fearsome. She wanted to get away from him and the entire situation but it was like having a tiger by the tail and not knowing how to let go.

Now that she was logged in and allowed through the locked doors to the maximum security wing she knew to go directly to the door leading to Wayne Jones room. The guards would watch her on the hall camera to make sure she went to the correct room. Then they would buzz unlocked his room door to allow her entry and continue watching as she interacted with Jones. She wished they wouldn’t. She didn’t want them to see whatever Jones made her do to prove herself.

It still angered her that Jones had turned the tables on her and she now had to prove herself to him when it should be the other way around. He should be trying to prove his sanity to her and now she was doubting her own sanity.

It was overwhelming but right now she had to concentrate on passing Jones’ test. If he couldn’t do that her project would be over, her partnership opportunity with Robert would be lost, and she would have no chance to find and free Tillings and Milligan.  

She would be an unemployed failure and there would still be plenty of video of her sexual debasement at the hands of Little Johnson twice alone and then by him and Monica together. That would always be hanging over her head making her a sexual puppet to people she loathed. Either that or she would become a shameful public embarrassment. It would be her choice depending on if she cooperated with them. She wasn’t sure which she would choose if it came to that.

At Jones’ room -- called a “suite” to make it sound like something other than a prison cell -- she was surprised to see the door was open with Jones calmly seated at the tiny table in the room. So, it was true… Jones was running Goethner-Varner now, calling the shots even with the guards.

Jackie stepped in, tentative now the moment of truth was at hand. Another moment of truth, a test, a confrontation, an impending humiliating defeat. Jones casually waved her to sit down opposite him.

She sat down with her arms crossed protectively in front of her and across the purse in her lap. Jackie was highly aware of the compromising photos in the purse. Her nipples were hurting particularly bad suddenly, the weight of the wide rings seeming to increase. As Jones imposing gaze stared into her own her eyes widened with shock. She realized her nipples were hard and that was why they hurt so much more now. The blood flow that erected them stretched the delicate skin and the wounded edgings of the fresh piercing. The weight of the fattened nipples was added to the weight of the fat rings already pulling the tips of her breasts a few inches down. Why were her nipples so hard? She had to admit these sexually tense, scarily humiliating circumstances were complicit in the nipple erections. Amidst the pain of expansion and pulling discomfort she could also feel every molecule of the silky material rubbing across her nipple tips.

She wanted to grab at her nipples… to do something about them. She wanted to get up and retreat. Instead, she just sat there as his eyes drilled into her.

“You’re back, Jacqueline Rose Thorpe. You are welcome here. I do hope you prove worthy of my continued time and attention. I like you and would rather not start over from scratch but I do have standards. I am cheering for you. I’d like to get out of here and get on with my revenge. “

“Revenge? ‘

“Cassandra Zane. I gave her great satisfaction. I gave her understanding of her true self. In return, when she was surprised and disconcerted by the interruption in our fun, out of sheer irresponsible expedience she gave me captivity. Some belong in captivity. Not just criminals and the dangerously insane. Many innocents also belong in captivity. I am none of those. I am more the captor type. That’s too modest. I’m more the Prison Warden type. “

“So you’re saying once you get out… I mean, if you are released, if I help release you, you’ll enact revenge on Cassandra Zane? What kind of revenge? “

“Don’t worry yourself. I’m no murderer. It will, however, be something quite permanent. “

“What you just told me, that alone would be adequate grounds to deny your release. “

“Only if you put it in your report. Which you won’t. It would get in the way of one of your two missions in life, namely, freeing me. “

“What’s the other? ‘

“Can’t you guess? “

“Oh, right, being a “slave”. Not going to happen. You’re really not on speaking terms with reality, are you? “

“I see you realize I’m perfectly sane. “

“What? Not at all. “

“You just proved it if you examine your own behavior a moment. You mocked me. You’re a professional, right, out to help the mentally troubled? If you truly thought I was insane you would never sarcastically refer to my being “not on speaking terms with reality”. A pro like you would never make fun of true mental disability. “

Damn. She realized he was right. He scared her and made her angry but she really didn’t think he was insane.

“Jacqueline Rose, you make the common mistake -- the only one more common is underestimating me -- of working under the assumption that you are the “good guy” and I am the ‘bad guy”. Yet, look at what is happening here. You clearly prefer to keep me incarcerated when you know I am perfectly sane. “

The simple and true summation made Jackie swallow.

He waited a moment to see if she had a snappy comeback, or even a paltry denial, and, when she didn’t, he proceeded, “You will answer my questions honestly or suffer the consequences. First question: Since our last meeting, did you enjoy following orders and being submissive? “

She opened her mouth slightly, knowing she must give some answer. The correct answer was “No”. The true answer was “Yes”. Sort of “Yes”. Between the periods of curious wrongful enjoyment there had been long stretches of anger and guilt. He obviously would want her to say ‘Yes”. Since Little Johnson doubtless kept him briefed he would actually know the answer was “Yes”.

“Jackie Rose, it’s a simple “Yes” or “No” question. “

She had to say yes but she was reluctant to admit it and hated giving him the satisfaction. Honesty would make her even more vulnerable, even more compromised.

“Yes. “

“Good Girl. Second question: Did you enjoy pain, did the pain increase the magnitude of your orgasms, are you, in fact, a masochistic slut? “

“Mr.  Jones, that’s three questions. “

“I make the rules around here. The answer to all three questions -- all three parts of the same question -- will be the same answer. It is either yes to all three or no to all three. You must be honest and brave enough to acknowledge the truth. We all know the true answer. All you have to do is say it. It won’t make it fact, it already is fact. “

She knew the truth and knew what she must say. He was wrong about one thing though. Saying it was a big deal. Saying it would make it all the more true. It would make it official. Redefine her. Change her irrevocably. She felt emotionally dissected. Jones was pulling aside layers to reveal her secrets to the open air. It was awful. The distracting hardness of her weighted and sensitized nipples contrasting the wet mushiness of her sex were not helping her cause. Her own body had no loyalty to her end goals or long-term well-being.

Her own lips also had no loyalty to keeping her secrets private.

“Yes. “

“Good Girl. Third question: What name should you be called? “

“You know I prefer Jacqueline but you insist on calling me Jackie Rose. Fine. I don’t much care about that now. “

“Wrong answer. Your errors really should be punished with a whipping or at least a good spanking but you haven’t yet earned the privilege of receiving my most acute attention. Besides, at this point in your development, perhaps not punishing you is the worse punishment. Try again. I’m quite merciful. You don’t have to get every question correct immediately, just correct in the end. “

“I thought you liked to call me Jackie Rose! What’s the answer? Tell me what to say. “

“Do it on your own. “

“Slut? “

“That’s what you are, not your name. “

“Wait! I know, is it Good Girl? “

“I told you I wouldn’t touch you but, if you get this simple question wrong one more time I’ll have both guards come in here and share you, each of them filling every hole in your body in reverse order. “

Jackie’s eyes were wide. She could tell he meant it and realized he had the power to make it happen. He had her and the guards under his influence in different ways. She couldn’t resist or mess up. She had to play his game and had to be competent at it. She definitely didn’t want those guards brought in. She couldn’t afford any more people being privy to her sexual vulnerability. Desperation led to inspiration and she connected the dots. She’d known Little Johnson served him.

“…Fishy. “

“Good, Fishy. I wish I had a treat for you but for the true submissive the real reward is in giving and serving. In that tradition, do you have a personalized gift for me? “

Jackie reached into her purse and found the two photos. Answering his damn and damning questions was one thing but handing over conclusive photographic evidence of her sluttiness was a perversion of her common sense. Once these photos were out of her possession she would be further in their control like a fly in a spider’s web, its struggles tangling it in webbing tighter and tighter for the spider to finish it at leisure. These photos could be sent to her parents or be posted on the internet. She would forever be subject to possible blackmail.

She had no choice. She had to continue forward in order to get through to the far side. She offered the photos towards Jones. She felt like she was handing over the keys to her soul.

“Just set them on the table. I’ll get around to them. “

Jackie actually felt worse, even insulted, that he didn’t scoop them up immediately. What was such a big deal to her seemed to have only minor significance to him. She wondered if he did this purposely to display confidence in his control and to make her feel low. If so, it was working wonderfully.

Jones stood up from his side of the table and walked away from the potentially reputation-destroying photos. He walked over near the bed and pressed the call button on a panel four times, each time it toned musically to reassure the patient they’d pressed hard enough to send a signal. It was similar to a nurse call button in a standard hospital and Jackie knew it served the same purpose here. What was Jones up to? She looked down at the face up photos and then glanced nervously at the open door. Her hand hovered nervously over the photos. Would they call in by speakerphone or would someone show up in person?

“Leave those collector item photos on the table, Fishy. Those are my photos now and you don’t have permission to touch them. Whenever you visit me, from now on, never take any action without my permission. In fact, no actions other than what I order you to do. Follow all my directions immediately and without thought. It is my role to do the thinking, yours to do the obeying. That way we each do what we’re good at and what we’re meant for. Some people call that destiny. “

Jackie didn’t appreciate these limitations on her freedom and the insulting role definitions but knew better than to say as much. She hated the entire role reversal in power structure between them. She thought she hated Wayne Jones though she knew it was unprofessional for her to hate a patient. Even one she knew was perfectly sane. Even one who manipulated her so perfectly. She hated him at times but had grown to have an alien respect for him. It was amazing what he’d accomplished in having his way here at the Goethner-Varner Mental Health Hospital. Every time he pulled one of her strings and made her act according to his will her respect for him reluctantly grew. It was dangerous.

Jones sat on his bed and studied her. It was hard to tell what thought might be lurking behind those cracked hazel eyes, “Fishy, you’ve answered the three questions honestly and delivered a personalized gift. Now it is time for you to prove that you understand my language. “

Jackie knew what he wanted and felt a surprising dart of arousal. Was she really going to do this? It was awful and intimidating but also exciting. After all, it would be a shame to have her nipples pierced for Jones and then not even show him. She’d gone through a lot of pain and mental anguish to bring these pierced nipples to him. Even now she felt a lot of discomfort and they stung a little especially since they were so hard. She’d never realized until that moment she had a streak of exhibitionism. Just the thought was driving her wild.

She glanced at the door and hesitated. Was someone coming? What about visitors and staff walking down the hallway?

“Fishy, when I tell you to do something I don’t mean eventually or when you feel like doing it. I did not ask you to think. What I tell you to do, do immediately. “

Jackie pulled the suit jacket off, fully revealing her thin transparent violet top and, through it, the wide silver rings piercing each nipple. She knew it was obvious her nipples were erect and purposely avoided looking down to confirm that fact. The sensations of strange weight and achy sensitivity were maddening.

She looked nervously at him to see if he was satisfied. His lips were pursed. Immediately she abandoned the hope that the transparency of the top would be enough. It was strapless so she pulled it straight down to gather at her waist. She saw Jones’ thin lips relax.

She felt his detailed stare even across the small room. It felt like actual contact, the abrupt brusque handling of an examining physician. It almost made her look down to see if ghost fingers were tweaking and pulling her nipples. Dizzy, she jokingly wondered if telekinesis may be another of Wayne Jones talents.

“Arch your back, Fishy, and use both hands to present your slutty breasts. “

Jackie felt a weird plummeting thrill as she hurried to comply. She wasn’t just showing him, he was ordering her around! She arched her back pushing her breasts out. She knew they were impressive and the position made them seem even larger, almost cartoonish she supposed. Normally she was embarrassed by her breasts but she felt oddly proud at the moment. Surely even Wayne Jones did not see such fine breasts very often. She looked at him to gauge his reaction but he did not seem impressed or disappointed. Just watchful.

She remembered he wanted her to use her hands. She did as ordered and used them to cup the undersides of both breasts and lift slightly to enlarge and better display them. Her palms felt and appreciated the sexy weight of them her pussy suddenly swamping with juices. She wanted to reject this reality while she eagerly wondered what was next.

He was drinking in the sight of her. She held position and he didn’t give any more orders or make any move towards her. She tried to distract herself from her arousal and from the anxiety of not knowing whatever it was he had planned for her. Why did they insist on calling her that name? Fishy was not quite an ugly name but it certainly wasn’t sexy. It was dehumanizing.

She supposed they did it as a form of control. If you control the name, you partly control the object or person named. It was at least a display of control to force her to acquiesce to such a naming. Wasn’t there some sort of black magic belief that the knowledge of ‘true names’ gave Sorcerers magical power over that person? Maybe it worked the same way in the world of domination and submission with false names tattooed onto the soul of the victim. It would be an interesting phenomenon to study if it hadn’t involved her.

She heard footsteps approaching, more than one pair, and from different directions. She looked at the still empty doorway and then desperately at Jones. Surely he would allow her to pull her top back up if only to keep the sight of her treasures to himself. Wouldn’t he?

No. Jones saw her desperation and looked amused. He seemed to enjoy it!

Moments before the owners of the footsteps could appear in the doorway she couldn’t help herself and her hands rose to cover her breasts. Before they could settle a hiss from Jones made her drop both hands like fallen angels down to her hot lap. She marveled that immediate obedience to Jones was more instinctual than preservation of her dignity.

Two women entered the room. The dark-haired one was dressed professionally and was obviously one of the caregiver staff members of the Institute. She was young, pretty, and quite slim. The other woman, with long blonde curls and large breasts, was completely naked.

Jones was still looking into Jackie’s eyes but he pointed to his groin. The dressed young brunette and the nude voluptuous blonde dropped in tandem to their knees and knee walked to either side of his spread legs. Without speaking they pulled his pants and underwear down. His hard cock snapped free and waved back and forth a moment before the women sought it out. The blonde was slightly faster and her full lips captured the head of Jones’ cock just as the brunette’s cheek bounced off the blonde’s temple. Despite the painful collision the blonde kept her mouth gentle and attentive on the captured dickhead while the brunette immediately went to work on Plan B manoeuvring her face down to deliver licks and sucks to Jones’ scrotum.
Jackie wasn’t sure what was expected of her. She was relieved he hadn’t ordered her to provide an oral action. The only thing worse than sucking his cock would be fighting over the privilege with another woman. What was wrong with those two? Why were they following his orders?

Jones spoke, his voice even despite the avid attention from lips and tongues, “Enjoy the show, Fishy. Learn a little. Get those naughty hands back on those tits and don’t let go. “

Her fallen angels rose again and lifted each breast high in their sweaty grip. She flushed with frustration, embarrassment, arousal, and realization. She had no right to judge these women. She was following his orders just as readily. She felt she had to show some resistance, some independent thought.

“You’re having your fun obviously. I’m done with this. I’ll leave now. “

“Notice that you don’t just leave, you just volunteer to leave. That shows you know you’re not going anywhere until I say so. “

Jackie held her pose and noticed the blonde and brunette were sharing Jones’ dick more evenly now, each of them racing tongues up and down its length from the flange of the cock head down to the thick-skinned connection with his scrotum. Did Jones think there was room down there for her face as well?

“Mr.  Jones, I don’t see the point of staying. I’ve done as you’ve asked. “

“Just because you have done as I’ve asked thus far does not mean I am done asking. In fact, I will soon assign you a mission to complete. It will insure my continued cooperation. Only fair. Quid pro quo. “

Jackie worked her tongue in her mouth mentally chewing this new development while the two women used their lips now to nibble up and down the length of Jones’ hard slick cock.

“Go ahead, tell me, and I’ll take off and leave you to your nurse slaves or whoever they are. “

“I will, in good time. First, watch and enjoy my enjoyment. We need to burn some time. The Visitation Log kept by the guards needs to show a number of visits for some significant time or your official ruling, yea or nay, will lack all merit. If you want to eventually rule against my fair freedom you will not want your opinion so easily impeached. Nor will I should I persuade you to rule in my favor. Once you’ve fully enjoyed my enjoyment I’ll give you your assignment and if you complete the assignment you’ll earn another visit. “

Given no choice, Jackie watched it all. She knew if she looked away he would make her look back anyway. The women were taking turns, switching duties every fifteen seconds or so. One would rapidly bob her mouth on his cock head from the top ending with a deep throat jab that often caused a choke or cough. The other would suck on the side of his cock while using her fingers to palpitate his testicles.

Jackie could see the naked blonde’s pussy was streaming with juices. She had a think butterscotch thatch of pubic hair. It had soaked as much juice as it could and droplets of pussy juice were falling away form it. Jackie thought the woman’s pussy looked the way her own pussy felt.

She couldn’t see the skinny brunette’s pussy because she was still clothed but her white skirt rode up a little as her butt made jerky circles in the air. Jackie had no doubt the young woman’s panties were soaking. She thought if she leaned down a bit she might be able to see. She almost did that but stopped herself not knowing if she did out of a sense of propriety or in order to best comply with Jones’ directions.

“Fishy, you don’t have to, but, if you want, you may pluck, strum, squeeze, rub, pinch, and otherwise pleasure your nipples. Just them, nothing else. “

Jones closed his eyes and leaned back obviously enjoying the mouth work of the two women. He wasn’t looking at Jackie to see if she took advantage of his permission and Jackie figured that was probably because he knew damn well she would not do any such thing. He’d obviously said it just to humiliate her and to make her feel like she was a part of this sordid get together.

Jones took the sexual action onto another stage through a new order, “Bitches, keep pleasuring my cock ever so gently, but, while you do that, give each other pain and try to distract your blow job partner. If I detect any deterioration of performance the offender will be severely dealt with and the other shall be rewarded. “

Just like that, the two women, who had so far operated so smoothly as sexual partners, turned on one another even as they kept their mouths and faces immersed in the mission of pleasuring Jones. The naked blonde reached over and up under the brunette’s skirt. Her hand made a bulge. Jackie couldn’t tell exactly what it was up to other than something painful as the brunette groaned an agonized protest. The brunette’s right hand blindly groped and found the blonde’s left breast mashed against Jones’ thigh. Searching fingers sought and found the erect nipple. The blonde tried to tilt her body away from the reach but keeping her mouth busy on Jones’ organ meant she had little freedom of movement. The brunette’s vengeful fingers closed on the blonde’s nipple and pulled down hard. Both women moaned, wailed, and sucked cock as their hands attacked each other.

Jones grinned down at them and then nodded at Jackie approvingly. His eyes seemed to glow with madness as he looked at her chest across the small room. Jackie knew the supposed madness was just lust. If so, her eyes may look as mad. Jackie tore her eyes from the lascivious sight of the two women battling over Jones’ cock to look down at her breasts to see what he saw. The thumb and pointer finger of each hand were squeezing on the base of each of her nipples, between the areole and the silver rings, and they were pulling the nipple out and back rhythmically like little milking machines. Jackie groaned in outraged recognition and arousal.

No use stopping now. That arrogant Jones had already seen what she was doing to herself. He’d planted the idea in her head and it grew wild. She felt self-disgust. She tugged viciously on her nipples wanting and needing pain, knowing she deserved it for being such a slut. Besides, it obviously entertained Jones. Now he had all the women in the room all hurting themselves or each other, all for him, all giving him pleasure physical or mental. Even now Jackie marveled at his ability to pull all this off, to make it happen, to get his way in all things even when it required getting others to act against their own best interests. It really was amazing. Even… Kingly. She felt her self-respect draining out of her reservoir and filling his cup.

“Isn’t this a delightful way to spend an afternoon? “

Jackie gasped with painful passion, choosing to treat his question as rhetorical. She didn’t want to speak since she knew her shaky voice would reveal the depths of her arousal. But he did seem to notice with delight when she ground her wet crotch on the seat while her fingers continued administering pain. Perhaps he accepted that as her answer.

The brunette’s fingers slipped off the blonde’s reddened nipple. In too much pain from the blonde’s attentions to focus on recapturing the escaped nipple she simply used her finger nails to claw at the tender side of the blonde’s breast, just underneath her armpit.

The blonde’s groans sounded outraged. Her attack hand flipped the brunette’s skirt up and then pulled the panties halfway down her thighs. It seemed like good strategy. Up until then the blonde’s size advantage was possibly balanced by the flimsy protection offered by the brunette’s clothing. The blonde’s hand flew back to scratch at the shaved bare pussy, then pulling savagely at one slippery labial lip.

It must have been agonizing but the brunette somehow kept her tongue lashing the shaft of Jones’ cock while high pitched squeals vibrated his length. The blonde’s groaning mouth surrounded his cock head and the soul-wrenching sound also added vibration to his pleasures.

Amidst the direct sensations the view of Jackie opting to voluntarily give herself both pain and pleasure filled Jones’ vision. The moment was a sexual masterpiece.

Jones was cumming. He patted the blonde’s head, “Swampy, hold my load in your mouth, don’t swallow. “

He came, controlling his thrashes to allow Swampy to accept his entire dose of sperm. She held her mouth still over his pulsing cock until there was no more to receive. Carefully, she drew her filled mouth off it while maintaining a suction ring so none escaped.

Through passion-bleary eyes Jackie noted the women were no longer delivering pain to each other. It seemed understoodthat was only required up until Jones achieved his satisfaction. Jackie was resentful none of the three women were allowed their own pleasure despite all the hard work.

Her eyes cleared a little and focused though she still pulled at sore nipples and slid her crotch all over the wet chair seat. She was not beyond shock as, now that her skirt was inverted, she saw the pretty brunette’s toned ass had a humiliating tattoo on the right ass cheek. Judging by the red edges it was nearly as fresh as Jackie’s own nipple piercing. The tattoo said CERTIFIED HIGH QUALITY -- INSPECTOR FLAMEPUSSY.

“Now, Swampy, share your precious load with Pretty Toy. Be fair about the portions. No one swallows until I say. “

Swampy knee-walked a half foot to the tattooed brunette, Pretty Toy. They were working in harmonious partnership now, Pretty Toy leaning down while tilting her mouth up and Swampy arching her neck higher while tilting her full slippery lips down. Their lips made kissing contact and Swampy carefully fed Pretty Toy half the sperm load, like a mother bird feeding its hatchling regurgitated food. When the division was complete, a few droplets clinging to soft lips, they turned and looked expectantly at Jones.

He looked at Jackie, “Leave your nipples alone now. Also, stop wiggling around that chair. Sit still. “

It was hard but Jackie obeyed. It was hard taking orders from Jones but somehow it was always easier to obey than rebel.

“I told you on a previous day I wouldn’t touch you unless you begged me but that does not apply to others. Pretty Toy, Swampy, those freshly pierced nipples on Fishy look sore. Sooth them with my warm sperm mixed with your saliva. Fishy, do not lift a hand to resist them. Do and say nothing. Just accept my gift and try to be grateful. “

The aroused and still pain-wracked slaves knew not to stand in his presence so they shuffled on their knees across the smooth linoleum floor. They fanned out to either side of Jackie’s chair, Pretty Toy on the left and Swampy on the right, and then rose up a little. Jackie watched with dread disgust as their faces leaned in and their mouths opened at the last moment to engulf nipples, silver rings, and pink areole entirely.

Immediately Jackie felt the hot sperm and saliva cocktail coating her tender nipples. The heated wetness and flickering tongues unexpectedly caused a flood of juice and renewed arousal in Jackie’s pussy. The very nastiness of the situation caused her passion to spike. She very nearly came. She wished she would while relieved she hadn’t. Trembling, the oral attention and slick heat continued a full minute before Jones broke the spell.

“Now deliver your gift unto Fishy. Give her a taste from the King’s cup. “

Pretty Toy and Swampy each stood for a moment, necessary so they could take turns leaning down to Jackie’s mouth. Now they were both mother birds feeding baby bird Jackie. Tongues took turns pushing to divide her slightly resisting lips and then worked to push the hot mix into her mouth. After their special delivery they grabbed her face with delicately insistent fingers, pulled her jaw wide open, open mouth leaned towards the ceiling and each gathered all the loose fluids in their mouths and took turns releasing the gob to land in her open mouth. They pressed her mouth closed and then watched her observantly.

Jackie’s eyes were wide and she thought she was going to gag but then she found herself drinking down the fluids, her throat working eagerly. A hum of desire radiated from her clitoris.

She wanted to hate the entire event and the closing action but could not help but consider how few women got to experience such a sultry decadent act ever in their entire lives. One in ten thousand? One in a million? One in a billion?

Where she should feel used, she somehow felt privileged.

***

 

“You’ve done well, Swampy and Pretty Toy. Your reward:Leave now, find an empty suite. That is not easy, I know, since so many of my subjects have come to live with us in support and enjoyment. Once you find a good place sixty-nine each other for five orgasms each or one full hour, whichever comes second. Then you may rest though, as always, you must follow any orders given by your superiors in life. “

The women ended their wet sloppy kissing on Jackie’s mouth and left the room. Jackie felt the loss. She was so turned on she would have begged for cock or tongue or fingers if she thought it would help her get what she needed.

“Fishy, you’ve earned the right to receive a mission. Once you complete it you may return. Your mission is the following: You were sent here by Robert. I am enjoying you as a guest in my Kingdom. I am grateful to Robert and I am a man who repays his debts. Do you like Robert? Do you respect him? “

Jackie paused to steady her voice and gather her composure -- as much as she could while cradling the weight of her wet-tipped breasts. The cooling and drying mixture of sperm and saliva was keeping her nipples all too hard.

“I do like Robert and I do respect him. He’s an amazing gentleman. “She put emphasis on ‘gentleman’ to make it clear to Jones that was a quality Robert had and Jones did not.

Jones shook his head and smiled, “All right, Fishy, you should enjoy your mission. Go to Robert, in his place of business, and give him direct sexual pleasure. I don’t care if you use your mouth or your pussy but don’t insult the man with a mere hand job. Once done, you may return to me and you’ll be allowed in by the guards. Do it tomorrow morning, return to me in the afternoon. “

“You can’t be serious! Robert and I have a very professional relationship. Besides, he’s a senior citizen. “

“I am serious. Don’t worry about the professional relationship. Once you give him an orgasm it will no longer be a professional relationship. So, why worry about it? He may be old but I’m sure you’ll be able to help him get it up. He’ll just be all the more grateful to have you. You see how charitable I am? Perhaps I am a gentleman. “

She should have kept her thought process to herself but could not stop herself from asking, “What if I just come back and said I had? How would you know it wasn’t true? “

“Dearest Fishy, I will know. Do not doubt it. My sphere of influence extends quite far. Besides, you will also know. You’re hungry for it. Not just sex. You’re hungry to follow my orders, hungry to please me. Go do this and everyone wins. “

Emotionally shell-shocked Jackie struggled her top back in place and left with Jones reclining on his bed, his bottom half nude, his mind possibly already plotting out future sexual escapades.

Stumbling back down the hallway Jackie marveled. Had she just tacitly agreed to have sex with Robert -- in order to satisfy the very patient Robert sent her to analyze?