Subduing Jacqueline

by Jordan Church

  Damn, she really was horny. Maybe she should have masturbated with her fingers or the huge dildo. Maybe she should have continuously masturbated over the past two days like she’d wanted. Masturbated until her body was sick and over the pain and pleasure. Like a smoker smoking non-stop to burn out their addiction. She realized she made a big mistake and it was too late now. In denying her needs, she kept herself primed and ready for the evil little man. She already felt her control slipping away.

  “Good slut. By all means, let’s go to the living room. I’ll happily answer all your questions. “

  Jackie felt thankful he hadn’t commanded her to drop down and give him head or commit some other obscene act. It wasn’t part of her plan, but she would have submitted to play him along. She was also relieved to move to the living room, since Little Johnson already violated its sanctity. She didn’t want to spread his infection to other rooms in the apartment.

  As she turned to move to the living room, Little Johnson stopped her.

  “Wait. Fishy, you must select one of the items from the desk to play with. Your choice. “

  Jackie studied the array of items, knowing she had to choose one. Which was the lesser of the evils? The huge hilted dildo she’d forgotten to clean. The silver rings used to pierce nipples and other places. A butt plug. A whip. A ball gag. A leather hood. Teflon cords. Two handcuffs. A wooden paddle. Her hand drifted over the items. Her pussy already dripped juice, apparently anticipating and preparing. What was wrong with her?

  The leather hood seemed easy but she couldn’t choose it. The last time she couldn’t see – because she had stupidly followed his instructions – he recorded her climaxing violently. She couldn’t risk yet another recording. Two were already two too many.

  The ball gag wouldn’t be hard or painful. But she couldn’t choose it. What if he immediately ball-gagged her? She couldn’t take that risk. She had to engage Little Johnson in conversation.

  Teflon cords or two pair of handcuffs? She could not afford to be restrained and helpless around this demented little man. God knows what he would do if given complete free reign. Besides, her plan called for some freedom of movement.

  The whip and the wooden paddle looked painful. She wondered what they would feel like… but no way! She wasn’t a masochist. It might assist her plan if Little Johnson used them, especially the whip, but she could not bear the thought. Her pussy released more warm wetness into her panties. Apparently, her pussy had no qualms about Little Johnson using the two instruments of pain against her.

  What about the butt plug? Gross.

  The silver rings were, of course, completely out of the question. The very thought made her nipples harden. Defensively she was sure.

  That left her old friend the bizarre pronged dildo. She shivered when she realized it was her “logical” choice. The idea of the dildo revisiting her pussy, returning to the scene of the crime against her will, filled her with dread and anticipation. She knew the dildo itself would fill her far fuller.

  She hefted the huge thing in her slim hand, “Little Johnson, I need to wash it first. “

  “No. What’s the point? You’re just going to get come all over it anyway. That’s your choice. Now I’ll make my own choices. “

  Little Johnson grabbed both of the handcuffs, the ball gag, and the coiled whip. He obviously knew exactly which items he wanted and probably had a clear picture of how he would use each one. Jackie felt a pulse of terror ripple through her when she saw him uncoil the whip. She had to stop this!

  “You told me to choose one and I did. “

  “Yes, and then it’s my turn. We have to be fair. “

  “But I only got one and you got three. It isn’t fair! “

  “I see your point. Go ahead and select two more. “

  She clamped her mouth shut in frustration. His black eyes and blacker soul snickered at her. Helpless, knowing he would outmanoeuvre her every time she argued with him, she gave up. Her shoulders drooped, and she trudged to the living room with Little Johnson following like a sheep dog. She was the sheep waiting to be sheered by its owner, perpetually herded and bossed by the barking sheep dog. Her only hope was her plan. She had to successfully execute it, no matter what. But she knew she would pay a severe price before emerging from this mess. When Little Johnson grabbed up those handcuffs, she realized she’d have to do this the hard way whether or not her plan worked. She’d have to do it the real hard way judging by the leather whip.

  Chapter 11

  In the living room she sat on the sofa. She felt so dirty sitting on it. Especially since she remembered what she’d done and what had been done to her on that sofa. She felt especially dirty since she was holding the unclean dildo in one hand.

  Well, she better start asking her questions before he shoved that ball-gag in her mouth….

  Little Johnson was standing in the middle of the room swinging the uncoiled whip like some kind of leather pendulum. He held the handle over his head so the whip tip barely grazed the living room carpet when it swung to its lowest point.

  “Can you tell me what your plans are and where all this is going? “

  “I can. “He continued to swing the whip, watching it and not her. He was obviously trying to get her to focus on it to get her scared. She knew he’d never use it in her. That would definitely be going too far and even he must know that.

  “You’re blackmailing me, right? Forcing me because you have that video. Or videos. I don’t even know if it is one or two. You’re using them to blackmail me. “

  “No one is forcing you to do anything. You are finding your true calling and you love it. I am just helping you get what you want. “

  “Come on, Little Johnson, let’s put the cards on the table and be honest. You are blackmailing me. If I don’t do as you say you’re going to put that video on the internet and you’ll ruin my career. Just be honest. I need to know clearly what is at stake, that I have to do this, or I won’t. Because I am not willing to have sex with you and I am not willing to let you hurt me. I will not do anything if I don’t have to. If you just give me those videos I’ll never want to see you again. “

  “I told you, Fishy, we only do the things you really want to have done. You’ve been living a lie. You’re not a career woman. Few women truly are. You’re a slut in need of use and abuse. I’m happy to help. “

  “But you’re blackmailing me, right? “

  “No. “

  Jackie was frustrated. She felt like crying. Why wouldn’t he say it? Did he suspect?

  Little Johnson continued, “The other night when we ‘fulfilled each other’s needs’ as they’d say in the romances, how many orgasms did you have? “

  Jackie was silent.

  “You’re not answering because you don’t even know. You came so many times who had a chance of keeping count? What about the quality? Have you ever had that quality of orgasm before? Don’t lie; I’ll know if you do, because I already know the true answer. “

  Jackie was disheartened. He wasn’t being fair again. He wouldn’t give her straight answers but he was requiring her to provide one. And he was going to make her talk about and recognize her own enjoyment of the defiling two nights ago. This was the last thing she wanted because of the embarrassment, because she did not want to look herself in her own moral mirror, and because it was partially defeating her hidden plan. She’d better keep her mouth shut.

  “I bet when you’ve had sex in the past it was always on your terms. The time, the location, the person, even the details of what sexual acts were allowed. I’d suspect not much of a spectrum and a very low frequency. “

  Jackie blushed. This was ridiculous. She’d heard of women ashamed of having too many sexual partners but he was actually making her feel deficient for having so few.

  “All those times you were in control and limited and arr
anged what happened. You probably had few orgasms and never powerful ones. When I watched you that first night getting intimate with that dildo you’re holding, I saw you lose control. You lost control and you enjoyed yourself. That was probably the best orgasm of your life up to that point. You went from control to loss of control. That was a big improvement. But on Wednesday you improved your improvement. That was all thanks to little old Little Johnson. Wednesday, you entered the world of giving control to someone else. Following someone else’s orders and letting them lead you. How did that turn out? No doubt it was the best night of sex in your entire life. I didn’t even fuck you though you would have loved it if I had. “

  Jackie felt she had to say something to derail him, “No! None of that is true. “

  “Was Wednesday the best night of sex you’ve ever had? “

  “No, it was awful. I hated it. I only did those things because you forced me. “

  “There was no force, slut, other than the force of your lust. Go ahead, tell me in detail about sex you ever had that was better than that. “

  Jackie opened her mouth but no words came out. Her mind looked around for anything, any memory near as hot as the other night. She thought of many romantic interludes but had to discard every one as not even a faint shadow of what happened Wednesday. She knew her mouth was working open and closed like a sick fish washed up on a beach. There was nothing that she could say to deny that would not be a lie. He would know. More importantly, she would know.

  With awareness that she’d enjoyed what he had done to her and what she did for him she felt a horrifying burst of self-realization.

  “I gave you the best sex of your life. You probably can’t even conceive of ever matching it. You’ll more than match that. I’ll take you far beyond that. “

  Even just contemplating the actions of the other night released a shudder of lust and her juices flowed freely, nipples hardly almost painfully now, and her breasts felt swollen, too heavy for her bra. Anticipating the possibilities of the current night, especially Little Johnson’s threat/promise of taking her “far beyond”, sent a vicious spike of need into the core of her sex.

  Jackie’s eyes followed the swing of the whip back and forth. She shouldn’t look at it. She needed to focus on her plan. Watching the whip, though, it was only natural for her to envision it flashing down to strike vulnerable areas of her body. It should scare her and it did. It should horrify her and it did. It should not turn her on and it did.

  When she tore her eyes from the whip and looked up Little Johnson’s dark eyes were studying her, “I’ve answered your question, we both know it. Everything that has happened and will happen you desperately want. As we move along it is my job to culture your want into need. Further questions and answers you must earn, Fishy. Kneel, knees as far apart as you can, and put that beast back to work up your cunt. “

  Jackie moved to the centre of the living room and dropped to her knees to the section of floor he pointed at. Her plan wasn’t going at all well. She shifted her knees as far apart as possible. She wore a loose belted robe and a matching panty and bra set so clothing didn’t limit her ability to stretch her knees apart and comply. The rough carpet scraped and burned her knees.

  She had to draw Little Johnson out with more conversation. She needed as much information as possible. He expected her to follow orders at the moment and would crush any attempt to keep chatting. But she hoped if she followed a few commands it would lull him and he may respond to questions then without thinking she was defying him.

  “Show your little Fisherman what you have for him. “

  It was intimidating to have Little Johnson swinging that whip around while she slipped the silk robe off her shoulders and dropped it to the floor behind her. She pulled her forest green panties to one side, hoping Little Johnson would not notice the much darker green spread over the crotch area that completely gave away her horniness.

  Looking up at him she knew he saw. The coloured puffiness of her labia lips, the dew pressing down her revealed pubic bush, and her thick scent of sexual readiness all gave her away anyway, she thought forlornly. Her own scent was even turning her on. There was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.

  He better not try to use that whip on me or I will stand back up and kick his ass, she thought resentfully. She knew the little man would have no chance against her if she decided to beat him up. She’d already done it once. She’d shown him far too much mercy in the snow outside her apartment window. A dangerous amount of mercy, she now knew.

  Jackie angled the massive head of the dildo to the entrance of her sex and realized she would not need to prepare herself to accept the monster into her vagina. She was so wet even this monster was going to slide right in if she gave it enough force. She was such a slut! She’d no idea she could get so wet so quickly with no contact.

  Jackie realized she better speak now before the pleasures induced by the dildo

  led her too far away from the plan.

  “Please, you said you would answer my questions. What is this all about? What is the full plan? I need to know all of it. Tell me everything and I’ll cooperate fully. You work for Wayne Jones. Why and what is your mission? Who all is involved? “

  “So many questions asked all at once suggest you ask them because you feel you should but that you don’t even expect me to answer. You’re much more interested in tonight’s upcoming events. I will answer them all just to keep you waiting. I’ll tell you because I want to not because we seek your cooperation. We already have that though you don’t even know it. “

  Little Johnson tossed the ball-gag and two sets of handcuffs to the carpet in front of her. She looked at them and felt a thrill of fear in her tummy.

  “First of all, I do not work for Wayne Jones. I serve him as an admirer, a student, an assistant. I am not paid monetarily though he repays my loyalty many times over. You have also joined Jones’ service though in a role suited to your nature; submission slut and pain whore. You have barely begun your endless journey,” Little Johnson gestured with the whip handle towards items on the carpet before her, “We were kind enough to help you pack for your journey. Out of kindheartedness I’ve agreed to help you attune to a selfless loving state of pain-filled slutty service to Jones. That is your own heart’s most secret but fondest wish. “

  Jackie thought Little Johnson’s demented perspective was intriguing, though only from a professional standpoint. Was that story something those female followers swallowed? It was amazing to her that some women could be into that kind of thing. They found it arousing to give up everything good, accept everything bad done to them, and get nothing in return. How could that be… such a turn on?

  “What are you doing? Don’t shove that plastic cock in your cunt yet! “

  Jackie was surprised she had managed to slip the massive head of the dildo into her vagina without even noticing she was doing it. It felt good, like a perfect fit! Reluctantly, and with difficulty, she pulled the head back out.

  “Never take independent actions,” he chuckled, “unless I order you to do them. “

  Jackie looked again at the ball-gag and two handcuffs. That was good. He hadn’t ordered her to put them on. She could just let them lay there. She felt a totally inappropriate gratitude all she had to do was follow his orders. It made a lot of things easier though it did nothing for her plan.

  “Take things in proper order. First, insert and secure the ball gag. Second, cram your dildo lover where you know he belongs. Third, I’ll tell you what to do with the cuffs when we get there. “

  No way could she put that ball gag in her mouth and throw those handcuffs on. She could not allow herself to do that! She needed to carry out her plan. Those items would render her unable to ask questions and unable to defend herself. Besides her desperately weakened plan, what if he did decide to whip her? The idea was zany. Obviously the whip was
a prop just there to make a psychological impact. A symbol meant to instil fear in her. The whip must also serve as a flag for his delusions to rally around. Still, he’d spanked her the other night and he was a pervert. What if he had the idea women could be whipped? She picked up the ball gag and looked up at Little Johnson, hating that her eyes were pleading with him instead of telling him to forget about it. She didn’t speak. It was like she was already gagged.

  “Go ahead; shove that in your mouth. I’ll keep talking. Trust me; I will satisfy your curiosity before I satisfy other parts of you. Ball gag first and be sure to strap it tight at the back. Then slide that plastic cock completely up your cunt. Finally, you will experience the handcuffs. Do it now. “

  One look at Little Johnson’s mean little eyes and she knew she’d have to do as he said if she wanted him to continue confessing his and Jones’ twisted plots.

  The “ball-gag” wasn’t really a ball at all. The mouth insert was shaped more like a rubber cone with a rounded outer end that stuck of the mouth like one half of a ball. However, when inserted it completely filled her mouth, stretching cheeks and jaw nearly as wide as the dildo could her pussy. The end of the mouth insert tickled the top of her throat. The feeling was nearly claustrophobic but Jackie toughed it out as she attached the double set of hooked leather straps at the back of her skull.

  Seeing she was following his instructions, Little Johnson continued to unfurl information, “Wayne Jones is not insane. You must already know this or will soon accept it. Like many brilliant men who are advanced beyond their time he is misunderstood. He brings gifts of understanding some perceive instead as attacks. A man like Jones does not belong incarcerated. He must be free to move about, to test his brilliant theories, and spread the news of discovery. He is like a modern-day Galileo with the leaders of this community like the church in the dark ages. “