Chapter 8

 

Jackie barely noticed the drive back to her apartment. She drove on autopilot as she thought in circles. She felt boxed in. The accidental metaphor jolted her. She was Jackie-in-the-box now even before they got around to boxing her. Unless she counted her time under Robert’s desk servicing him. She could still taste the remnants of Robert’s pre-come.

The latest developments changed everything. Robert had always represented an island of sanity she thought she could swim towards if things got too deep. The partnership and the chance to have the office neighboring his had been the bait she was chasing. All that was gone. Her former goal now filled her with dread.

What did she have left? Not retreat. It would just put some other good-looking young female psychoanalyst in line for abuse and downfall. That woman’s fate would be Jackie’s fault for looking after her own preservation.

No, she had to push forward. She had to stick with the plan. Find and free Shara and Carol. Ally with them to topple Wayne Jones and his “team”. How far ranging were they? It was centered around the Goethner-Varner Mental Health Hospital. An Institute for Rehabilitation? More like an Institute of Submission!

At a stop light she closed her eyes a moment. Who knew what kind of things went on at “The Institute of Submission” now that Wayne Jones was running the show. He was still technically incarcerated but the unreal reality was that he’d turned it into his own private wonderland. It was a mystery why he’d even want to leave at this point. How many rooms there echoed with the sound of whip strikes and women yelling out orgasms?

Jackie licked her lips nervously. It would be interesting to study that environment. Fascinating to understand the thought process of the Dominants and, even more so, the submissives. Fascinating… Her tongue swiped at already moist lips.

It would be an intriguing challenge to chronicle all those activities. To do it properly she’d have to watch all the details very closely…

Jackie knew now there was much more to it than just whips and chains. So much more but she had no real idea of the range of abuses, humiliations, transgressions, and exotic pleasures. She felt woefully ignorant and felt like maybe she’d like to know a whole lot more. She chewed on her lower lip as she pulled into the parking lot of her apartment complex. She noted she was chewing too hard and it was painful. She didn’t stop, though.

In the inner hallway, she hesitated in front of her neighbor, Melissa’s, door. Should she knock and say something to warn the girl? The possibility anyone would actually try anything on Melissa was remote in the extreme. Even if they did they could not make any progress corrupting such an intelligent innocent girl.

Still, if there was even the remotest chance, she’d best say something.

Jackie knocked, and, after a moment, knocked again and then rang the doorbell. No answer. Had something happened to Melissa? Did they already move against her?

Jackie shook her head. Ridiculous. She was not one of those nutty conspiracy theorists! She had to admit she had uncovered one conspiracy already today. Or, more accurately, one was sprung on her: Robert working with Wayne Jones to send Jackie into his control and then Jones batting her back to Robert on a false premise in order to reward him. Robert bribed with a personal slave in return for cooperative work in securing Jones’ release.

Obviously, this group was capable of complex effective conspiracies.
Jackie was sure Melissa must be at college or at her part-time job but, just to assuage her unreasonable guilt, she wrote her a note asking her to call immediately and including her number on the note.

***

Inside her apartment that night Jackie tried to relax and get her rest so she’d be up to the trials and tribulations coming up the following day. She knew the next day would determine the fates of Shara Tillings, Carol Milligan, Wayne Jones, and herself. Even the fates of dozens of currently free women who had no idea that sexual subservience to Wayne Jones could be in store for them.

She needed her rest. She kept drinking glasses of water, she was incredibly thirsty. All the sex had dehydrated her. Moving around her apartment kept her from settling in. She was just too full of dread to have a normal relaxed boring night at home.

She needed to clear her head, push physical and emotional sensations behind her, let her mind return to rule her mental roost. It wasn’t as easy as it sounded. Images of her sexual escapades and imagined potentialities kept floating to the surface like flotsam and jetsam.

She tried to distract herself by mixing and baking some cookies. She burned them.

She tried watching television but could not follow the plots or dialogues of the most simplistic of programs.

She read but did not really see the words.

“Fine! “She tossed the book on the floor, “Have it your fucking way! “

She jumped out of bed and sought out what she needed to get a bit of rest. Eventually. She walked rapidly in her socks, rushing before she could come to her senses.

There it was! The massive dildo Little Johnson left her was right there on the desk next to her computer. She’d actually worried it would be missing and was relieved to see it. She knew, even in her heated rush, she should have felt the opposite.

She brought it to her bed. She hesitated a second standing over the bed. She knew this must be a bad move. A mistake. She smiled a secret little smile to herself when she looked in the oval mirror on the wall on one side of her bed. Sometimes you just had to commit the mistake to fully appreciate its undesirable consequences.

She hopped into bed and jammed the horrid monster up her restless pussy. She’d thought she wouldn’t be ready for it, but, of course, she was quite ready. She was always quite ready nowadays.

She shoved it and shoved, harder, more urgently with each moment. She felt like a real slut. A whore. A naughty bitch in heat that needed it hard. She rewarded the self-deprecating thoughts with a flick of the switch that set the dildo vibrating overwhelmingly.

She arched into a mean hard climax.  

She was so sore down there but that didn’t stop the exceeding pleasure. Didn’t prevent her from working that dildo so harshly it was clear she was trying to hurt herself. She deserved it. She deserved punishment for being such a slut whore bitch in heat. But it didn’t feel like punishment. It felt like ecstatic pleasure in its purest form.

The orgasm eased but the muscles of her vaginal walls still gripped the vibrating monster as well as they could in the lubricated environment. Jackie now realized it was a horrible mistake thinking a single orgasm would satisfy her and tire her so she could finally rest. She wasn’t satisfied. She was exhausted but also rode an adrenalin high. She was now even more enflamed.

Her pussy didn’t want to let go and neither did her hand or her mind. She went back to viciously pummeling her pussy.

As she crested into another orgasm she realized a dark ocean of orgasms and very little sleep stretched before her this night.

***

Jackie left her car in the Goethner-Varner parking lot and had to return seconds later because she nearly forgot to lock it. She felt like a damned zombie! Last night had been a marathon of masturbation. Every orgasm was incredible but not actually satisfying. Three hours of sleep had induced a doomed demoralized state. She’d stumbled all over her apartment that morning and caffeine hadn’t helped much.

Just before the pathway to Building C curved and the parking lot would be beyond sight she looked back at her car. There it was waiting patiently for her. She wasn’t sure why it was so important for her to look back at her car. As a psychoanalyst she always considered the associations that objects had. Cars represented self-image… mobility… capability… and, most of all, independence…

***

She had to visit Wayne Jones first before she found and rescued Shara and the Milligan woman. Her appointment with Jones was set right at the start of visiting hours. She’d have to see him before she could pull off her plan. She had no desire to see him gloating, knowing he had pulled one over on her and forced her to provide Robert sex as reward for Robert providing her to Jones. But, she could not afford to skip the meeting and raise suspicion. Damn! It was like Jones knew her plan and was toying with her.

Just before she pushed through the entry door to Building C she stopped in sudden revelation. Something had been very different about her arrival at the Institute. She’d thought it was internal sensation after her newest degrading experience. Now, she realized it wasn’t just internal. She’d felt lonely when she first pulled in. The fans were gone! Every other visit she’d seen a dozen or so, many with signs. This time, no one. Not even Monica and her daughter. Jackie wondered if they abandoned Jones, if he was losing his appeal.

Inside Building C she tried to ignore the guards looking her over like she was the next meat course in the feast. Especially that pasty fatso Wilrey. He always seemed sweaty. She was nice and polite while ignoring their leers. She knew she’d have to deal with them again as soon as she was done with Wayne Jones. Or as soon as Wayne Jones was done with her.

She fidgeted in the entry room as the guards chatted with her about the weather but stared at her chest. Her pierced nipples had healed quite a bit. Instead of aching they were itchy and irritated. All that added unwanted sensation made them harden randomly at inopportune times. Like when stupid guards stared at them...

Finally released from their presence and walking down the hall to Jones’ room she felt that expanding bubble of edgy expectant dread as she anticipated facing off again with Jones. Every meeting was a battle, every battle a defeat.

The door to his suite was unlocked and wide open again, completely against Institute policies. Even though she knew he was all too sane, he had not yet officially been classified as sane and the guards should never have allowed a wide open unattended door. Complicit bastards!

Jones faced the door while sitting at the room’s tiny table. He was reading something spread on the table, several typed pages. Jackie was momentarily relieved to see none of Jones flunkies or floosies were keeping him company until she remembered her last encounter started with just the two of them and ended with two more women, the ones called Pretty Toy and Swampy, in the room performing sexually with Jones and, ultimately, involving Jackie as well.

“Welcome, Fishy. Please, do come right in. “

“You’re so considerate, Mr.  Jones. “She soaked her words in sarcasm. It was her only weapon in her battles with him. Too bad he had total immunity.

She dragged the chair opposite him out from the table, making sure it slid heavily, then flopped down in the seat. She tried to put as much insolence as she could manage into the simple act of sitting. She glared at Jones. The things this asshole had made her do!

Jones was only half-amused and half-intrigued, “Such an attitude, Fishy. “

She flipped the sealed envelope containing Robert’s thank you letter onto the little table. She struggled to keep her voice steady and frosty, “Well, I’ve accomplished your mission for you. Now what? “

“Yes, I know you did. “Jones pushed the typed papers across the table at her, clearly wanting her to look at them. She picked them up and scanned them page after page rapidly. She stopped breathing a moment.

It was a detailed blow by blow, moment to moment, chronicle of her sexual encounter with Robert and Hannah at Robert’s office. It had everything from when she entered the office to the second she closed the door behind her. Even every word of their conversation was transcribed amongst the activities involved. There was a notation at the end regarding video. What camera views from what angles and time spans of recordings. Jackie didn’t count them but they were numerous and even included something called the “Under-The-Desk-Cam”. If that was what it sounded like…

Tears welled in her eyes. She tried to keep the coldness in her look, tried to make the tears ice over like sleet on a windshield, “Yes, I see that you know. I complied with your wishes. I hope you’re happy. Now what? “

“What’s next? You must take one step before you can take the next one and each step dictates the next. “

“Well, Confucius, I thought I was done with that mission. What, was sucking Robert’s cock once not enough? “

“You act as if you were… betrayed. “

“No, not betrayed. That’s not the right word exactly. You compelled me to do something I didn’t want to do. On top of that, you tricked me. “

“Tricked you? “

You know, sending me to Robert. Letting me think he was really a potential future partner, a true gentleman, when he’s really a member of your little clan. “

“Come now, you must have known, at least subconsciously. Really, you tricked yourself. I never told you he wasn’t complicit. Not that it really matters. Results are what matter. “

“I didn’t know! How could I? “

“You’re intelligent. Pretty useless in a slave, but, still, you should have known. Think about it. You’re a beautiful Psychoanalyst, a rare find. Out of all possible choices Robert sends you straight into my hands. What were the odds of that? And, if he was truly a gentleman he could never have exposed a pretty flower like you to my trampling. Even if he conscientiously chose to avoid taking your youth, sex, and beauty into account, a true gentleman would never have made your partnership conditional on successful completion of a single task. One with a supposed predetermined outcome that automatically compromises your integrity. A gentleman would never have put you under such binding pressure for the likes of me to exploit. “

“Finally, the idea of Dr.  Arlington, who spent an entire successful career building his practice and reputation, simply giving away half of it to you, young and unproven. Ridiculous. “

“If you didn’t figure out his true nature by time I sent you to him to deliver a sexual gift you have no one to blame but yourself. You’re supposed to be a keen judge of personality. What lies beneath the water you might say. You’re obviously not good at your chosen profession. Not only do you not know others, you do not even understand your own nature. It isn’t your true calling, is it? Wouldn’t you find immersion in slavery so much more conducive to your true needs and abilities? “

Jackie felt the crush of his confident certainty and struggled to get a grip, to defend herself by going on the attack, “Oh, so you think you can analyze me Mr.  junior amateur Psychoanalyst? I guess you don’t need a degree. “

“I have a degree in life insight. “

Perhaps she could drive a wedge between Jones and Arlington, “You know, your “ally”, Dr.  Arlington, told me to make sure to rule against your release. Maybe that’s what mislead me to believe all this was legit. Nice friend you have there. “

Jones smiled tolerantly, “Actually, he was obeying my specific wishes when he told you to condemn me. “

“Yeah, right. “

“Yes. Truly. I do have a certain code of ethics. If you’d refused to agree to condemn without ever having met me you would have escaped this predicament entirely. We would have found someone else. Since you agreed to the darkly unfair bargain, you became fair game. It is like the legend of the vampire needing to be invited into a home or he will not cross the threshold. In a way, you invited me in, you invited the consequences you will justly face. “

“I might believe you if it weren’t for all these other enslaved women running around. They couldn’t all have ‘invited you across their threshold’. “

“No, they didn’t, for the most part. The actions of others set them in my path so others are to blame for their enslavement. You were brought into this by me so certain circumstances were required. By the way, interesting that you said “other enslaved women”. Are you coming to an understanding of your true nature? “

“That was a slip of the tongue! “

“Hmm, “slip of the tongue”? Are you trying to be suggestive? “

“Quit it! “

“You’re a submissive. Simple. That’s all and nothing more. “

“I’m a human being! “

“I didn’t say you weren’t. On the other hand, you are now Fishy, so I guess I can see how you’re confused. You are submissive. This means you want to follow, want to be instructed what to do, want to serve. This is special and of great value to me. Unlike many who can only experience traditional physical pleasure, you can also derive pleasure from pain, discomfort, humiliation, corruption, the forbidden, restraint, and domination from others. The cousins of the Seven Deadly Sins; the Seven Wrongful Delights. “

Jackie had never heard of these “Seven Wrongful Delights”. It was interesting… clinically… but she was more interested in finding a way to hurt him, “You’re wrong. Again. I’m not the only one who is seeing right through your crap. It just takes some people a little longer to see the truth. The parking lot of the Institute is empty of your protesting fans. Did you hear me? Empty. You’ve lost your fans. They’ve moved on. “

“Fishy, you are so right and so wrong. Everything you’ve said is both right and wrong. Thinking should be left to Dominants. Obeying is your fate. Your mind is getting in your own way, you’re tripping all over it. Yes, it does take some people a little -- or a lot -- longer to see the truth. That refers to you and not my fans. Yes, my fans have moved. But not away. They’ve moved in. “

“What’s that supposed to mean? “

“This Institute is fully privatized now and I am the only remaining true “patient”, and, of course, even I am not at all insane. The Goethner-Varner Mental Health Hospital was always a private-owned facility. But a private facility serving the public. The owners have all been… consulted… and this Institute is now a private facility serving private interests. All the true patients have been moved to other mental health facilities. This Institute is now closed to mental health business and has become something much greater than it ever was. Descriptively, the caterpillar has become a butterfly. “

“You emptied this place? Why? Why would they agree to that? Mental health facilities are incredibly lucrative -- like hotels charging five times the daily rate. The owners would never agree to shut it down. “

“Emptied and filled again. My fans looked uncomfortable out there in all weather. I’ve rewarded them with new homes and/or new occupations. “

Jackie knew what he was saying just could not be true. He was probably saying it in the hopes of preventing any urge on her part to get help from the staff in escaping her predicament. She shook it off, deciding to be abrupt with him as a way to ruin his fun, “Sure, whatever. Now what? Are you going to send me to suck the Mayor’s cock or something? “

“Fishy, you have only two remaining purposes. At all. In your entire life. You will choose when to fulfil your two destinies. “

“Yeah? What are they? “

“One, sign the papers insuring my immediate freedom. “

“I don’t intend to do that. Besides, I haven’t logged enough time for it to stand up under review. “

“I can have the log falsified beyond dispute. You will do it sooner or later. It may be that you have greater patience with this destiny of yours than I do. I am a generous King and what is one slave more or less to me? Do it now and you, too, are a free woman. Free to live your life as you choose. No interference or contact from me or mine. We would both be simultaneously freed. You know it is the right thing anyway, you know that I’m not insane. “

“Your offer sounds positive but is actually a threat of some kind. Put your cards on the table. What if I don’t do as you ask? “

“Then you will fulfil that destiny slightly later. Your second destiny will then also kick in. If you refuse to perform your first destiny immediately, both destinies will be fully secured. “

“What is this second destiny? “

“Submission to my will and service in my Kingdom for as long as you live. “

He said it with such flat matter-of-factness that for a dizzying moment Jackie almost believed him. Could sense a cliff’s edge in the fog of war that she could spill over at any instant.  

“You can get me to do some things against my will but that ‘second destiny’ is really just a ‘first fantasy’ on your part. You could never force such a thing on me. “

“Force? Of course not. I didn’t say anything about force. “

Should she take him up on the bargain? Sign the papers and walk. No more troubles. No more….

She mentally shook herself. Get a grip. Shara and Milligan needed her help. Her conscience may ultimately dictate (dick-tate? ) that if they weren’t here she would have to free him. Even so, though, she would still be free anyway. As usual, Jones was full of it.

“Thanks, but, no thanks. Now what? “

“Nothing. “

“Nothing? “

“Nothing. Leave as you wish, return as you wish. “

“I don’t get it. You don’t have some sick twisted mission for me? “

Jones was clearly amused by her, “I already told you. Free me and submit to me. Those are my remaining missions. No more of the Seven Wrongful Delights, at least not from me, until you do. “

“So, you’re trying to punish me by not making me do things I don’t want to do? Great. I’m sure that will be quite effective. “

Jackie stood up, mystified. She’d expected another abusive humiliating task. She was interested in hearing it. It would have been amusing because she knew after she left Jones she would soon be freeing Shara and Milligan. She’d thought he was trying to keep her off balance through a program of arousal. But now… nothing. Curious.

Standing there, she looked at him a long moment and he looked back impassively.

“Well, I’ll see you on my next visit, Mr.  Jones. “

She left him and walked back towards the guard’s station. His voice pursued her, drifting down the echoing hallway, “You’ve made the right choice, Fishy. “