Becca’s poor abused body protested as she squatted until her mouth was level with the metal shelf that stuck out from under the tray opening in the door. Squatting caused her little ass to clench and spread under the window for his viewing pleasure.
The guard pushed his stiff black cock through the opening until it rested on the cool stainless steel shelf. She looked at it with a hollow feeling in her stomach, then opened her lips and made contact with his dick.
First she kept her lips together and used the tandem to skim from tip to base and back, again and again across the top of the cock. She heard him groan in delight and felt pleased with producing such pleasure in him.
“I give you permission to pet your pussy as a gift for gobbling my cock so good. Compromise, Pretty Toy, that’s what life is all about. “
She pressed her left cheek against the cool stainless steel shelf and slid it forward toward his cockhead. As she tried to guide it between her lips, a streak of pre-come created a snail trail across her chin. She popped his cock into her mouth and tasted the salty, slimy pre-come, an unexpected amount of saliva pooled in her mouth, almost as if she was starving for cock.
“Oh yes, Pretty Toy, you are definitely so compromised. “
Starving for cock? How ridiculous, she asserted inwardly as her lips, mouth, and tongue teamed up to synchronize the best possible blow job. At least, her mouth wasn’t starving for cock. She admitted her pussy was hungry for… something.
Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if he did come in the cell. Maybe she should stop pleasuring him to incite him to come and get her.
Although her pussy longed to be fucked, she hated the idea of disappointing the guard, whoever he was. Disappointing him was not part of her programming. Part of her instructions, she corrected herself. Maybe getting fucked wasn’t in her current instruction set, but he had given her permission to “pet her pussy”.
Becca’s left hand gripped the metal shelf for balance, and her right hand darted to her pussy. Before she could get a grip on herself and reconsider, her fingers got a grip on her dripping, hungry pussy. All of her fingers strained to thrust into the heat of her tight slit, competing deliciously to gain entry.
While fingering herself, she licked all over the guard’s cockhead. Wanting the entire length of his cock inside her mouth, she slid her whole head forward and back on the shelf through a large pool of her own drool, trying to take the dick as deep as possible.
She felt slimy, awkward, and passionate. She was such a slut. Her pussy squished hard down on her fingers. What a whore she was. Her arousal spiked dangerously. The worse she thought of herself the closer she came to coming.
The guard’s cock jerked and pulsed. “Ahhh, I’m coming! All over your face, Pretty Toy, make it go all over your face! “
Becca quickly and unquestioningly obeyed instructions. She was desperate to come and was so close, her fingers frantically working in her pussy folds, but it was even more important to do as she was told.
She pulled her face off his cock and moved back about half a foot. She waited for the spray of whiteness, her eyes blinking defensively. She kept her face sideways and her previously drooled saliva dripped off her lower cheek onto the metal shelf. He blasted his climax into her face and hair, and she obediently held still for it. As the hot come dripped down her face, she quivered with lust and degradation, hoping the act and smell would take her over the edge into her own orgasm. It wasn’t quite enough. The fingers in her pussy slowed their ministrations. She could still finger herself to completion, but it wasn’t the same.
Thick white come coated her face. Some was stuck in her hair, but most of it slid off her face to pool below on the stainless steel shelf.
“Don’t you be wasting food, Pretty Toy. Eat it all up, yum yum. “
Becca went to work licking up the mixture of his warm spend and her cooled saliva. It was a twisted, shameful turn on, and her fingers picked up speed again, working to satiate her needful pussy. She was getting desperate for release.
It only took a long minute for her to polish the entire shaft, all of his sperm soon digesting in her belly.
The guard pulled his cock back, and she heard the zip of his pants going back up. Without a word he left her with only the sound of his receding footsteps and an unfulfilled pussy.
She stood up, aching, dizzy, and lusty, only bothering to clean her soiled face with a single swipe of her hand across one cheek. She would have been shocked at the heavy white dapples all over her face and hair if she looked in a mirror, but mirrors were banned from suites, as patients could break them into shards and cut themselves or others.
Seeking a solution to her desperate need, her eyes scanned the cell and found a brave volunteer. Lilly Hopkins sat in bed watching her with a wide voracious smile. She tossed the thin blanket off her nude form and patted the bed next to her.
Becca really disliked Lilly, and it made her angry to Lilly had clearly enjoyed watching her debasement, but Becca’s desperate need for completion made her grateful. Plus, Becca’s distaste for Lilly combined with the delicious idea of reprehensible lesbian acts poured gasoline on Becca’s little crotch campfire.
Becca ran to Lilly’s bed, jumped on it, and surprised Lilly by straddling her and cramming her pussy onto her mouth. Lilly’s tongue snaked in and within moments Pretty Toy finally climaxed with a yell, her come-stained face turned straight up to the ceiling.
Chapter 4
Jackie had a job, three weeks to complete a mission, and a signed Permission to Conduct Case Review to present to Ms. Wendy Carter, Director of the Goethner-Varner Mental Health Hospital, in order to gain full evaluative access to Jones. Full evaluative access included unlimited interviews and a complete copy of his case file.
On the drive to the Hospital, anxious thoughts darted through her mind and she clenched the steering wheel. She was still uncomfortable with the idea that her diagnosis was already made, before meeting the subject or reviewing his history. But the thought of tarnishing her professional reputation and giving up the chance for her own practice for a sexual sadist was unpalatable. She shook her head and tried to reassure herself. It wouldn’t be an issue. Jones was insane. He had to be.
Although Jackie the woman dreaded meeting a freak like Jones, Jacqueline the professional looked forward to it with excited anticipation. It was wrong to categorize a mentally unfit person as a freak, but the descriptions of the sadistic tools and bondage gear he used on women made Jones far more alien and freakish than any Martian marching out of a flying saucer.
Jackie slowed as she approached the discrete sign bearing the Goethner-Varner name and turned up a long drive that wound into a hilly, wooded area. Like most mental health facilities for the criminally insane, tall pine trees hid the Goethner-Varner complex from sight of the main road. Although the facility was only a mile outside of a small town, Jackie guessed most the town’s residents had no idea that Goethner-Varner existed though Jones arrival may have changed that.
As Jackie approached the complex, she noted the jammed visitor parking lot. A group of people swarmed in front of the main gate, some holding signs that sported slogans such as “Free Sex Prophet Jones” or “Just Listen to Jones” or “Jones = Joy”. Other people milled in the parking lot, even grilling food like tailgaters at a sporting event. The cold air didn’t seem to bother them perhaps because of the heat from the grills. Were all these people here because of Jones?
A redheaded woman about forty stepped in front of her car, holding out both hands and smiling widely. Jackie braked her car sharply and frowned at the woman. She wore a long lined trench coat but it was open despite the cold. Jackie was surprised to see that under it she wore a tight halter-top and tight cut-off jeans that exposed shapely pale legs. Big boots made her look especially slim. Jackie thought this woman must have been waiting in one of the running cars in order to stay warm enou
gh in that outfit. Her front bumper stopped ten feet from the woman and her blinding smile. Jackie waved her hand, signalling at the woman to move, but the woman maintained both her position and her huge smile.
A rap on Jackie’s driver’s side window caused her to flinch. A pretty teenage girl with eager brown eyes motioned for Jackie to roll her window down. Jackie eyed the girl through her window, assessing her age between 18 and 20. She wore a bulging blue ski jacket and her long coppery hair cascaded down to brush the top of her butt. Jackie saw a tattoo on the left side of her neck. It was Chinese symbols in fiery form coloured red and gold. The girl’s beauty was startling. She seemed friendly and harmless, so Jackie rolled her window down, but slowly, cautiously, and only part way. Who were these two and what did they want?
“Are you here to see King Jones? “
“Why are you asking? “
The girl and her joyous smile ignored Jackie’s question and her tone of suspicion. “Tell him Kira is here. I’m here every day. Tell him Kira and Monica are both here rooting for him. Tell him we’ll do anything he wants. Anything! “
How could Jackie respond to that?
“Ahh, great, Kira. I’ve got to go. Bye. “
Jackie started rolling her window up but stopped when she saw the girl’s delicate fingers gripping the top of the window. There was a blazing flame tattooed on the back of her hand.
“Oh! One more thing! When you go to King Jones will you do me one little favuor? Please! It’s easy and you’ll like it I promise. “
“Well, I’ll be busy and probably won’t even see him. “
“Oh, you will. He’ll see you, see how pretty you are, he’ll want you to see him. You will see him, yes you will lucky lady. “
At this point Jackie would pretend to agree to anything if it would get these odd women out of her way. “Fine, what’s the favour? “
“Like I said, tell King Jones Kira and Monica say hi but, first, give him a nice long blow job. “
Jackie stared in disbelief at the innocent-looking girl, whose happy and enthusiastic expression remained unchanged as she made her shocking statement. At least she released the car window.
Jackie made a noncommittal noise and watched as the red-headed older woman stepped out from the front of the car and joined Kira.
As Jackie drove past the pair, just before her window fully closed, she heard Kira say, “I told her Mom. I told her. “
As she waited for Director Carter, Jackie reflected on her surreal entry into Goethner-Varner. All of those happy people holding up signs calling for Jones’ release.
People” wasn’t quite accurate. The term “females” better fit the bill. The phrase “female groupies” was even more precise. Jackie had to admit Jones had a fine taste in “supporters”. They ranged from good-looking to beautiful.
Feeling slightly disgusted with herself, she wondered if Jones would find her attractive. She supposed he would. She knew he would. Number one, if she started enhancing her natural assets rather than obscuring them, she’d be at least as desirable as the beautiful woman in the parking lot. Number two, if he was a sexual deviant he was probably attracted to any and every female regardless.
The receptionist actually got up and walked over to Jackie. “Wendy will see you now. “
Jackie wondered at the woman’s use of Carter’s first name. The receptionist had a pierced nostril and a four-leaf clover tattoo on her right ankle. Things seemed pretty informal around here. The pink streaks dyed into her brown hair made her look more like a groupie ready for her band to take stage than an office professional.
Jackie self-reprimanded inwardly for judging the woman by her outer appearance. Just because the woman had a tattoo and a facial piercing did not mean she was bad at her job.
She’d didn’t have to wonder for long why the receptionist walked over just to tell her to go on in. She found out when the girl walked before her and opened the double doors for her. The gesture was reminiscent of a man on a first date. It felt odd and wrong to Jackie to be treated that way by a woman.
As Jackie passed the receptionist and entered Carter’s office, Jackie could have sworn the woman checked out her ass. She wondered if the woman was a lesbian.
Oh well, thought Jackie, other people’s lifestyle choices were none of her concern.
Carter tilted back in her leather armchair, her eyes assessing Jackie.
Jackie donned a competent smile and her professional demeanour. “Hello, Ms. Carter, I’m Dr. Jacqueline Wilson. I assume Dr. Arlington called ahead to inform you of my visit? “
Carter stared at her for two seconds before answering, “Please Jackie, call me Wendy. Robbie did call and I did expect you. But you aren’t here to see me, are you? “
“Well, it is professional courtesy to meet with you. It is your facility. “
“I just work here. It is no more my facility than it is the janitor’s. If this place belongs to anyone, it’s the patients. “
Jackie considered those words and found them quite strange. Although Carter seemed sincere, her words sounded overly diplomatic, too rehearsed, like someone trained Ms. Carter to say it that way. “That’s an interesting perspective Ms. Carter. “
“Please, don’t call me Ms. Carter. I certainly won’t be calling you Dr. Wilson. Just call me Wendy. I consider you and I to be equal, Jackie. “
It grated on Jackie that Wendy wasn’t calling her Dr. Wilson, or at least Jacqueline. In all of her work relationships she insisted on being called Jacqueline. The more formal name provided an intangible barrier, allowing her to keep co-workers at a professional distance. Jacqueline sounded more cultured, less familiar, more sophisticated, and less accessible. But as this was a temporary assignment, it wasn’t worth correcting Wendy.
“Wendy, I appreciate your hospitality. I plan to study Wayne Jones’ psychology in detail over the next few weeks. Any insight you provide will be greatly appreciated. His is a fascinating case. “
“My recommendation is to take your time and to conduct an in-depth study on Jones’ philosophy. Jones is not insane. He has much to teach you. “
Jackie’s mouth nearly fell open. What was Wendy talking about?
Wendy chuckled, “Did you believe me, Jackie? I see you did. You are dangerously gullible. Untested. If you’re not careful Jones is going to eat you up. Manipulate you. You’re here to take measure of his state of mind. He will take your measure. He will understand your weak points better than you. He’ll find weak points you did not know existed. I went through the same thing with him. It’s a process. I was professionally fascinated. He put me through the wringer. “
Wendy’s dark brown eyes held a distant misty look while her hand fiddled with the blouse button positioned between her breasts. Her delicate fingers plucked it outward and then released it, repeating the process again and again. The motions caused Wendy’s inner wrist and forearm rhythmically pushed on her right breast, plumping it up and outward.
Although Jackie found Wendy’s actions odd, she found her advice sound. She determined to be calm, reserved, and rational with Jones. Maintaining purely professional conduct could influence him to mirror her behaviour. If she kept him calm and rational she’d be able to draw him out more, assess him more completely.
“Under what conditions will I meet with Mr. Jones? Will I need a guard? “
“No, you won’t need a guard. Although he possesses a philosophy found unacceptable by society, he is not violent. In his own way he is really quite willing to please, and he won’t do anything you don’t want him to do. We don’t even need to keep him confined. We do, but we wouldn’t have to. The only potential problem I foresee is you. Since he won’t do anything you don’t want him to your only possible danger would be yourself. The things you want. I don’t know. Do you find that reassuring or concerning? “
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ckie couldn’t understand Wendy’s point. “If you say he wouldn’t harm anyone, I’m sure I’ll be safe. “
“Good for you, Jackie, though that is not exactly what I said. Your confidence is an asset. Very appealing. I’m sure Mr. Jones will agree. “
“Have his followers been any sort of a problem? “
“Not at all. Quite peaceable. They tend to be passive by nature. They are just big fans of Mr. Jones. Good people. “
“Good people? Good people don’t idolize a rapist who thinks the world and the people in it exist for his own use and enjoyment. These “fans” worship a mentally deranged man. The police found torture devices in his basement, in his attic, and in his garage! “
“Come now, Jackie, people’s desires take many forms. There is a wide spectrum. They may not be your particular shade but surely you don’t think every person unlike you is a bad person? Another point, are you certain you are different from them? You have yet to meet Mr. Jones. Maybe you’ll be a big fan too! “
“That’s…”Jackie nearly said ‘crazy’ but knew better than to use than word, “a bizarre comment to make. I’m here to analyze Mr. Jones, not idolize him. I don’t mean to be rude but I find your words patronizing and demeaning. I’d like to get on with my task. Can you assist with that? “
Wendy spent a moment considering Jackie, “Your outer shell is pretty but also, I think, thick and tough. Tough to crack. You’ll have an interesting time with Mr. Jones and vice versa. “
“There you go saying odd things again. Why would you say something like that? “
Wendy looked amused and chose not to answer. “When Robert called me I had my Administrative Assistant prepare a portfolio for you. It’s on her desk. In the box are all of the Wayne Jones case materials, so you’ll have as much background on him as possible. On top are a map of our facility and a permit badge that will give you free access. Of course, guards still need to unlock doors for you and such. “
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