Chapter 11

 

It was Wayne Jones.

“My compliments on a fine show. “

Fishy’s first instinct was to try to gain some physical composure and cover herself but she stopped the effort before she even started. He’d seen everything, his avid eyes were enjoying the fluid smears on her face, there was no point in trying to hide now. She saw Jones wore a casual suit, leather shoes and all. It was odd to see him dressed and free.

He obviously noticed her noticing, “Now that my collection of release papers is assembled I am dressed and ready to go. Freedom will be sweet. At least for me. Bitter for some others I’m sure. “

“Gloating? Hardly royal behavior, King Jones. “Jackie’s sarcasm was her only armor against him.

“I suppose any conquering king, to the defeated, must appear to be merely gloating when he savors the victory. “

Fishy flopped around clumsily, trying to get off the slave despite her hands cuffed behind her. It caused her body to slip and slide all over the slave’s sweaty form. The sound of Jones stepping closer added urgency to her struggles.

He spoke appraisingly, “If only you could see yourself, Fishy. I wonder if friends and family could even recognize you. Would your old self recognize you? “

Jones rested one hand firmly on her lower back effectively pinning the weakly exhausted Fishy on the slave’s lax form. Fishy panted, in part from the struggle and in part still from her tremendous orgasm. She felt panic. Was Jones not going to let her go? His words did effect her. She envisioned how she must look. What would Jacqueline Thorpe have thought? Wait a minute, wasn’t she…

“Fishy! Pay attention, Fishy. “Wayne Jones’ abrupt tone shocked Fishy back to herself.

“Are you going to release me? “

She felt him working on her handcuffs and her hands were quickly, strangely, free.

“Of course. You’ll need your hands free. “

He backed away from the bed and she finally managed to dismount the dildo-helmeted slave and stand trembling.

“Is it just my hands free or is it all of me free? “

“Ah, well, that is going to be up to you. Free will is a fine thing in theory but can easily, oh too easily, backfire. It’s a dangerous weapon much more likely to wound the owner than help her -- sort of like a loaded handgun on a bed stand. You own it, now, but you don’t have to keep it. You could hand it over to me. “

“What? “

“You could disarm yourself. “

“I already refused to sign that agreement to be committed. I’ve won, you’ve lost. At least, on that score. “

“You haven’t heard my best offer yet. I’ve won my freedom but I have yet to win your freedom. I don’t yet feel like a completely conquering king. Wouldn’t you admit you also don’t feel victorious? “

“I had to free you. You’re sane. I had to try to free Sharer and Swampy. Now that I know they’re willing -- whether that makes sense or not -- it is no longer my goal. Now I’ll be free of this place and of you. I guess it worked out. “

“Little Fishy, you only think so, but, not yet. You are fooled for the moment by the pleasing orgasm you just experienced. What happens when the need, the lust, returns, as it will, stronger and stronger with no real means of satisfaction? What then? Also, aren’t you concerned about the plan for revenge I’ve mentioned in the past? Aren’t you feeling guilty about all the other women I’ll subjugate now that you’ve allowed my release? Guilty and perhaps a bit jealous as well? “

“I suppose neither of us gets total victory. “

“It does not have to be that way, Fishy. One of us can have total lasting delightful victory… if the other embraces total defeat. “

“I don’t picture you surrendering to me. “

“Of course not, Fishy. “

“Well, I won’t surrender to you either. “

“It would be best if you did and I’m sure you want to but you don’t have the courage. “

She was silent. It would be impossible to persuade him different, especially when she wasn’t as sure as she’d like to be. What would happen when she went home and the thoughts and needs returned and built and built, water gathering behind a dam, with no release gate?

Jones made his offer.

“I suggest a simple wager that would appear to be tilted completely in your favor. I know you feel guilty for my release, guilty for your sexual behavior, and fearful of having no set role in the future. I am a compassionate king. Here is what I offer:I read a minion’s report that mentions you have an intelligent and beautiful neighbor. I’ll tell you what. If at any point in time you have any sort of sex with her you must agree to indefinite commitment here at the Goethner-Varner Mental Health Hospital. Did I mention I’m renaming it The Institute of Submission? Sexual acts with your neighbor means for you the complete and absolute loss of free will for all time. If that situation takes place at any point in time you will voluntarily sign your own commitment and you will be my slave forever and ever and ever. Until that takes place I will remain here incarcerated and I will not take any revenge on anyone, and neither me nor my minions -- at least, not at my command -- will seduce and corrupt or enslave any more slaves. Doesn’t that sound like a great deal for you? “

Yes, it did, but it seemed curiously easy.

“Well, Fishy, will you take me up on this once in a lifetime deal? “

She stood naked, hot, tired, and damp all over. She couldn’t just… leave. If she did, she would forever know she was at least partly to blame for all the imaginative wrongs Wayne Jones committed. The deal was easy. Her neighbor Melissa was extremely pretty and Fishy now knew she enjoyed lesbian encounters after all but it would be easy to steer clear of Melissa. There were, as they said, plenty of fish in the sea. Wait, what if they somehow forced her to have sex with Melissa?

“What if you force me or something? “

“No, only of your own free will at any point in time. Just to be clear, sex to completion between you and her and no threats either. “

“So, not that I would, but I could just make out with herand it wouldn’t count against the bet? “

“Correct. “

She had to take this offer and they both knew it. Jones knew this was the exact right bait for this species.

Fishy heard a muffled gurgled wail and she looked behind her at the helmeted slave twisting and bucking on the bed. What was her problem? She still wanted sex, already? The desperate whines increased in volume.

Jones was clearly irked. He pressed the intercom button, “Send Sharer and Swampy in here to deal with this slave. Specifically, the slave on the bed. “

In less than half a minute the women entered. By now the helmeted dildo-gagged slave was flexing her entire body back and forth, arching about.

Sharer and Swampy each had a short thick whip and they immediately went to work blazing trails of fire all over the slave. The whip cracks and the muffled screams rose to a crescendo and Fishy and Jones watched equally fascinated, waiting for the uproar to conclude so they could finish their conversation.

Fishy was curiously unsympathetic to the slave’s plight. She’d brought this on herself, should have known she’d get a whipping out of it, probably wanted one, definitely deserved one. This is what happened to slaves.

When the volume died down to a mute pained silence save for the slave’s difficult breathing the two slave-converted Psychoanalysts set aside the whips and tenderly went to work instilling pleasure into the abused slave’s body. Moans of hellish pain, then protest and denial, gradually evolved into passionate gusty intakes of air.

“Where were we, Fishy? “

She took a deep breath, felt out of her depth, felt like she was drowning in open air.

“Agreed. “

“Good, Fishy. From his suit jacket Jones pulled out a fancy ballpoint pen and several papers. He handed them to her and she reluctantly grasped them, refusing to look.

“There you are. Go ahead and sign it. I so command. “

Her eyes widened with horror. He seemed so casually confident. How could he be so confident? She finally looked down. There they were. The same papers Swampy and Sharer tried to make her sign. Two forms putting Carol Milligan and Shara Tillings in charge of all decisions regarding her and another form that, if signed, she would specifically agree to indefinite -- almost certainly everlasting -- commitment and incarceration in the Institute of Submission.

“I’m not going to sign it until after I have sex with Melissa. You just want me to hang onto these until then? I may as well throw them away since I’ll make sure that never happens. “

“No. Sign them. “

“Never! “

“Always, my little Fishy, always. While you think about it go ahead and release that impassioned slave over there you just had sex with fifteen minutes ago. She looks aroused from Sharer’s and Swampy’s fine efforts but also oh so uncomfortable. Have mercy on her. Go ahead and free her to experience other levels of her slavery. “

Puzzled but feeling tremendous foreboding Fishy turned to her assigned task. She was highly aware of the anticipatory eyes of Jones, Swampy, and Sharer upon her.  

Undid the straps of leather tying down the ankles. That horrible tattoo on the slave’s knee. So fresh and raw…

Released the tension on the rope stretched across the slave’s trim tummy. The slave’s muscles were toned and tight, the complexion of her skin glowing healthily despite the sweat and streaks of smeared essences. The body of a young woman….

Fumbled a bit and then finally undid each of the strapped cuffs imprisoning the young woman’s arms to her sides. Fishy’s eyes darted to that flushed, mutilated, and wet-with-need pussy. It was wide open, still unpinned. For a surreal moment Fishy wondered if she should stretch the labia lip across and reconnect the teardrop rings to the studs. Those pierce holes were all so fresh…

As the slave sat up the slick pink dildo poking out from the mouth of her mask bounced wildly. The slave turned, resigned and eager, so Fishy could, with some difficulty, undo all the straps and buckles holding the dildo helmet in place. She lifted it off and dropped the foul thing. Blonde hair…

Melissa’s wet puffy face whipped around, “I tried to tell you! “

Fishy backed away. She tried to get her heart rate under control. She tuned to Wayne Jones half-defiant and half-appealing, “No, no, no. We just made the agreement. I had sex with her before the agreement and not since. This changes nothing. Right? “

“Fishy, you are so adoringly naive. I specifically stated ‘at any point in time’. I used that phrase three times to make sure to give you a fair chance to note that phrase. A ‘point in time’ can be either in the future or in the past. The past is an impossibly long series of points in a time. At one of those ‘points in time’, about fifteen minutes before our agreement, you had sex with your neighbor here. Your past and future neighbor! I’ve won in totality. I now reign supreme over your life, all your activities, your future, your soul. “

“No! It was a trick! “

“Tricks count, Fishy. They count best of all. “

“I… I can’t sign this. . . “

“You can’t not. The agreement was recorded on video. Refuse and the video goes to all the news outlets. Your family and everyone who ever met you will see it. More than that, I’ll make it a point to find and seduce, tame and enslave, any and all attractive females among your friends and family. Sharing your DNA, no doubt they have submissive tendencies as well. “

Fishy swayed.

“Those are not the real reasons you’re going to do it. Those would just be convenient excuses. You will sign it because you know it is your destiny. More than that, you know this is what you need. “

A thought floated up in Fishy’s mind, “If… I do… you’re going to give me to Robert Arlington. I’ll… have to live in that box? “

Jones chuckled, “I did consider it. Actually, I even originally agreed to it. I’ll have to reward him in some other way he finds acceptable. I’m very confident we’ll reach an agreement and that particular fate for you will be avoided. “

“Then what would you do with me? “

“Will. Will do, Fishy. The answer to that question is none of your business, slave. Now, sign it before my indulgence runs out. “

Her own fate was none of her business! Because… she was a slave.
“If… if I did… would you release Melissa? “

“I don’t bargain with slaves. I have you completely so you have nothing to give me in return. Melissa -- her real name is now Wiggle Tongue -- is a perfectly useful slave. Why would I let her go? I wouldn’t. Now, sign it. “

He was so harsh with her but… it didn’t feel out of place. A slave needed a firm hand, commands, a true Dominant in order to operate properly. A slave is just a body, the Dominant was the mind commanding that body.

When Fishy bent to place the first signature she heard Wiggle Tongue gasp in surprised horror. Fishy signed all the documents and each time she signed ‘Jacqueline Thorpe’ she felt like a forger. As she signed the final signature to each of the three documents Sharer or Swampy snatched them away.

Jones gave orders crisp and casual, “File them. Make several copies and put them in the usual locations. Put the originals in the safe. “ Fishy’s co-slaves hurried to obey and it left Jones alone with Fishy and Wiggle Tongue.

Jones stared at her. After half a minute in which she did not speak or move other than to breath he nodded and smiled his approval.

“You wait to be told what to do. Good. That is completely correct. That’s the easy part. Naturally, the other requirement of your new life, the most important part, is then doing whatever it is your life superiors instruct. Do it immediately, without question or hesitation, and do whatever it is to the best of your ability. Even if it is not in your own best interest, even if it is in direct conflict with your best interests. I no longer want you interested in your own best interest. “

Fishy stood motionless, nakedly empty. She felt a surprising lack of emotion other than an overwhelming emptiness. She didn’t know if it was the need for and lack of penetration by a cock or dildo. She didn’t think that was it. Was it a sense of loss due to the departure of her soul from the bargain she’d struck and lost? No, nothing so dramatic. She felt empty because she had no orders, no nasty deeds in progress, not yet, and she was waiting to be filled.

“My little slave, it is one thing to hump an unknown slave, and quite another to knowingly have sex with your pretty once-innocent neighbor. Fishy, spread your legs wide as can be while standing so neighbor Melissa, now Wiggle Tongue, can practice her talent on your pussy. Keep your eyes on her, one hand strumming your clitoris, the other poking a finger up your ass until you come in her mouth. Do my slaves both understand? “

“Yes, Master. “Wiggle Tongue responded immediately and scrambled to get in position.

“Yes. “Fishy awkwardly assumed the commanded position. Dimly she was surprised Wiggle Tongue -- Melissa -- called Wayne Jones ‘Master’ and was concerned Jones would mistakenly expect the same from her.

It hurt the aching Fishy to have her feet so wide because all of her leg muscles were rigid to maintain her balance. She was a little angry that Wiggle Tongue’s bare ass was resting on her ankles. Why didn’t the silly girl kneel up to make it easier on Fishy? Was she too stupid to see the hardship it caused Fishy? Fishy realized it was unfair to be angry at the poor girl and odd she saved no anger at all for Jones. It was unfair… but life was unfair.

Fishy felt a lot less anger when Wiggle Tongue put her namesake to work up and down and then inside Fishy’s needy center. Fishy looked down her body. Seeing Wiggle Tongue’s wide light blue eyes looking back up at her as she tongued caused a spike of lust to balloon in Fishy’s body and mind. Her pretty neighbor used to look up to her figuratively and now she was looking up literally. They were now both equal, equally low, in their slavery. Wiggle Tongue’s slavery was due to Fishy’s own failure to protect. Now they were slaves, seemingly forever. It was good so far.

Fishy couldn’t help glancing up at Jones and he looked stern. She realized why and put her right index finger to work rubbing her clitoris and shoved her left middle finger up her ass with no preparation.

The combination of sensations was impossibly good. Fishy knew she may come at any moment and hoped it would please Wayne Jones when she did.

“Fishy. “

She looked up at him, her body vibrating with pleasure as Wiggle Tongue’s tongue wiggled, her rigid finger stroked her clitoris, and her fingernail scraped the inner wall of her rectum.

“Are you enjoying your slavery thus far, Fishy? “

The last thing she wanted was to try to have a conversation. She just wanted to enjoy. She hesitated, thought about ignoring him, then mentally shook herself. What she wanted was not important or at all significant. What Wayne Jones wanted was all important. He wanted an answer.

“Yes. “

“There is something lacking in your demeanor. You should address me properly. “

It was hard to concentrate with the fingers fiddling and the laving tongue submitting her body to impossible pleasures.

She knew what he wanted but asked anyway, perhaps trying to buy a tiny amount of time, “You want me to call you Master? “

“I am your Master and you are one of my slaves so…”

The tongue wiggled and thrust, the concept of slavery wormed into her mind, need sliding into her soul.

“Perhaps a smart girl like you, slave or not, needs to be reasoned with. After all, I don’t want you calling me Master out of fear of the whip. No, desire for the whip should be why you call me Master. Your everyday life has been a lie, or at least hollow. You want to be the true you now. You are a slave, and I am your Master. The evidence; Here you are. Look at all I have done for you. I have broken you to my will. Under my direction -- and that of my people -- you have experienced more sex, more orgasms, and I’m sure higher quality orgasms then ever before. “

Jones paused, walking in a relaxed circle around her while waves of pleasure lapped outward from Wiggle Tongue’s lapping mouth.

“I’ve broadened your sexual spectrum in so many regards. Before I reformed you your sexual range was probably missionary, cowgirl, and some light oral heading up to them. Now you’ve done multiple partners, lesbian, full come-swallowing oral, anal, and so forth and would enjoy any position as long as it was commanded. I brought sexual restraint and toys into your sexual world when we invaded. At one time, only simple direct pleasure rewarded you sexually. Now pleasure is joined by pain, by humiliation, by submission and obedience. “

Fishy’s mind could no more deny the entry of Jones’ corruptive concepts than her pussy could deny entry to that wet muscular tongue.

“Once your range of people you could consider viable sexual partners was quite narrow; males only, age about equal to yourself -- perhaps a year or two younger -- up to as much as ten years older. Limiting it further they had to be good-looking, well-educated, and probably white. Religion may also have been a limiting factor. Now, quite simply, you’ll fuck whoever I tell you to fuck. Much older men, women, the ugly and the out of shape, any background including those of poor education. You already have; Dr.  Robert Arlington and his toy secretary Hannah, Anni, Monica better known as Firecrotch, and, of course, Little Johnson. I give you that gift of exponentially expanding your viable sexual partners. “

Fishy knew that what he was saying would sound alien and wrong to her predecessor, Jacqueline Thorpe, but, to Fishy every word sounded like pearls of wisdom. That mouth between her legs felt ungodly good and she felt a flowering of gratitude.

“I am your Master because I know you even better than you know yourself. I knew you were a submissive who secretly yearned to be tamed. You want others to tell you what to do, to be forced to do things you would never do of your own accord. You’ll call me Master because I am your Master and nothing will fulfill you more than truthfully calling me your Master and reminding yourself of your place in life every time you address your Lord and King. “

Fishy could sense Jackie deep down trying to surface to gain a breath of sense. Before she could come close, Fishy tried to say something, she didn’t know what, but there were only two words that could make it past her teeth.

“Yes, Master. “

Just like that, like handcuffs closing, it all clicked in place mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. He was her Master, she was his slave, she was anyone’s to use and abuse as they wished. Her slave cunt flooded with pussy juice. Wiggle Tongue rapidly licked up the flow with a happy mew and Fishy’s pussy kept flexing, pushing out more juice onto that agile young tongue.

Wiggle Tongue felt amazement. Master Jones had done it! He had mastered Jacqueline Thorpe and forced her to accept perpetual slavery. He had turned Jacqueline into Fishy!

Wiggle Tongue thought everything was so much more vivid. Their lives now were like the startling improvement in detail when a short-sighted person was fitted with glasses. Wiggle Tongue knew every microscopic detail of being on her knees between the legs of her former neighbor Jackie, now Fishy, licking away at her rapidly leaking pussy. How could she love the taste, the state she was in, the things she was made to do? She couldn’t but she did.

Hearing her more mature and confident friend abandon her freedom and acknowledge Jones as her Master made Wiggle Tongue feel much better about her own previous capitulation. If strong Jackie was no match for this Master then Wiggle Tongue could hardly be blamed for her own utter slavery.

Wiggle Tongue knew she would remember these sensations, thoughts, and emotions forever. Remember and treasure them.

Under Jones’ steady gaze and Wiggle Tongue’s hardworking tonguing Fishy felt a tremendous orgasm build and build, an impossibly high wave of sensation and emotional abandon about to crash down.

The orgasm crashed down.

Jones maneuvered behind her and casually stepped close to her. He lowered his mouth to hover an inch above the delicate skin between her neck and shoulder. He waited for the exact moment, knew the wave was cresting, and right then clamped down with his teeth, delivering a vicious bite he knew would leave a bruised chew mark.

The unexpected pain joined the overwhelming pleasure as an equal and the power of Fishy’s orgasm multiplied. It crashed down with soul-crushing force. Fishy lost muscular control and began to fall to the floor. Jones caught her and lowered her gently to the floor.

An unknown time passed before Fishy came to her senses on the cool floor. Stressed squeals of pleasure brought her fully conscious. She lifted her head and saw Jones and Wiggle Tongue sitting on one bed. Jones hand was between her thighs and she was writhing and cumming on those skilled fingers. After an elongated orgasm she hugged the arm then fell back on the bed, her legs dangling off.

Jones saw Fishy was conscious. He pulled his wet hand out from between Wiggle Tongue’s wet thighs and reached it out to Fishy as if he was offering her a lift up from the floor.

“My hand is soiled with this slave’s sap. Clean it with your mouth, slave. “

“Yes, Master. “The words were out and Fishy rolled onto all fours before she could even think. As she licked the palm and then sucked the fingers she felt like a stranger within herself but also enjoyed the demeaning task. He made her do things she would never consider on her own and she loved it. The worse, the better.

“Would you like a cock to fuck you? “

“Yes. Yes, Master. “She felt a stab of lust. Fucked by Wayne Jones! The final coup-de-tat!  

“You’ll be fucked by your new Master, not me. “

“But…! No, please! “

“I have pressing matters. Besides, you’re still not truly worthy of me. “

The words rung true in Fishy’s beleaguered mind. She felt frustrated arousal. Despite her orgasm, or possibly because of how massive it was, Fishy felt ready for more sex. More like desperate for it but she really didn’t feel worthy of Wayne Jones. He was an advanced intelligence and she was just some bottom feeder.

Jones added to his comments as if to comfort her, “At any rate, I came earlier in Wiggle Tongue’s luscious young pussy. Perhaps it will give you some satisfaction that the load you sucked out of her was my own. The man I give you to will no doubt fuck his new permanent personal slave immediately. Wiggle Tongue, get your lazy ass up. You two take a right out this door, take a right at the first hallway intersection, then go through the double doors at the end. That room will be your new home here at the Institute. The man who comes through that door -- no matter who it is -- is your new Master and you will do everything he says just as if his orders are my own. “

The slaves stood side by side, hesitant.

“Yes, you go alone. You don’t need any force applied or some guard, do you? Where would you go? You’re slaves now and you know it. Wiggle Tongue, go back to your assigned room. Fishy, do as instructed. “

“But, Master! “Fishy felt panic. All this and she wouldn’t even be fucked by Master Jones?

“One day, perhaps, Fishy. Do as you’re told, prove yourself obedient a hundred times over and… maybe. If it is convenient and I’m not too busy. “

Fishy opened her mouth, closed it, then turned and left in a hurry to comply with Master’s wishes.