Now that the gag was strapped in place, her cheeks bulging around the leather straps, Jackie’s hands returned to the monstrous dildo and moved it to her percolating pussy. With lusty determination she got the dildo head past her stretched labia and then forced it all the way up her welcoming sex. It was uncomfortable because the head was pushing harshly at the end of her channel. She felt skewered. It was too huge but still felt like it belonged cooking in her personal oven. At the base of the shaft, just before the hilt, she noted it widened and then narrowed precipitously. This allowed her to clench her pussy walls around it and easily keep it inside her pussy even if her hands did not hold the handle. She guessed this was going to come in handy once she was handcuffed. The pleasures and discomforts, mental and physical, were making her eyes water and blink.
Little Johnson watched her struggle with insertion and her resulting victory/defeat with beady-eyed fascination. He abruptly laughed, “You currently have Jones’ version of Galileo’s telescope up your cunt, Fishy. “
He sobered and ordered her to move on to the handcuffs. Filled with dread but unable to escape this evening’s events Jackie picked up the sets of handcuffs and frowned in confusion. She was resigned to wearing them but didn’t know what he wanted, why there were two pairs of handcuffs. She looked up at Little Johnson for ‘help’ but he was momentarily lost delivering more of his evil monologue.
“The incarceration of Wayne Jones is an error. Actually, it was an intentional wrong. You will help correct the wrong. That will be very noble of you. “Little Johnson sneered at the comment, “All that is needed is your clear-minded objective report Jones is no danger to himself or others. He isn’t. In fact, many women now completely depend on him so his imprisonment is harming them as well. “
Little Johnson noticed the handcuffs were unlocked and dangling from her open fingers, “Fishy, you’re out of your depths aren’t you? You obviously have no idea why there are two. Here’s what you do; Lock a cuff of one on one wrist and lock a cuff of the other on the other wrist. Then lean back and reach down to your skinny ankles. The remaining open cuffs belong locked around those ankles. Won’t that be lovely? “
Jackie paused, digesting the instructions, and picturing how she would look once she was fully cuffed. She pictured herself a long time then snapped out of it and moments later snapped the cuffs on each wrist. The left cuff she tightened too far and it squeezed her wrist bone painfully. She discovered the cuffs could be tightened, but, once clicked further, could not be taken back without a key. She sincerely hoped Little Johnson did have a key. She arched her body back, her stomach tightening flat, her thighs and shoulders straining to bring the remaining open cuffs back to her ankles. She felt clumsy and vulnerable. Her ankles were slim but much thicker than her wrists so she only had to tighten each cuff a couple clicks.
“You are the last piece to the puzzle. It takes the recommendation of three accredited Psychologists. The first two ladies have already submitted signed and notarized reports endorsing Jones’ release. Carol Milligan and Shara Tillings were so helpful they wanted to do even more for Mr. Jones. Besides submitting those reports they also submitted themselves. They travelled the same path you are travelling down. They were given the knowledge of their need to submit, need for a Master, lust for pain, and delight in humiliation. So much so that once they completed their usefulness to enable Jones’ ultimate release they volunteered and Jones allowed them to join him in Goethner-Varner. They are committed and cannot affect their own releases. They have handed over the keys to their lives to Jones. They are in the same ward as Jones in order to help fulfil his whims. They wanted to show support by enduring imprisonment with him. In fact, they won’t be released until he is, if then. That will be up to Mr. Jones. “
Jackie tested the strength of the cuffs. They were solidly in place; the thick chain between them was just a few links and allowed very little movement. She marvelled to be in this predicament, that she secured the cuffs with her own hands. She had fallen for the promise of revelation. But knowledge was not the only lure in the water. There were the lures of compliance, bondage, arousal, and threatened pain. With so many lures it was obvious to anyone but Jackie that she would fall for the bait.
“You see, Jones’ brilliance is recognized by nearly everyone who meets him. As a result, he practically runs Goethner-Varner now. It’s his private wonderland. He’s enjoyed his retreat but wants his freedom returned. More than that, he wants revenge. You’re going to help. That’s why you’re a “Good Girl”. We’ll see to it that you sacrifice your freedom in order to give Jones his. Not by force or blackmail but only through your own free will. We have standards, we don’t cheat. “
Jackie already felt like she no longer had freedom. The handcuffs / leg shackles were making her feel incredibly imprisoned. She felt so helpless. She sweated anxiously and her pussy juices ran. Her position was muscle-straining and her ankle bones ground against the unforgiving metal of the cuffs. She needed for something to happen. She either had to escape this horrible discomfort or she needed hard sex, one or the other. She couldn’t stand it if she didn’t get one soon.
Little Johnson narrowed her eyes and studied her up and down as if he was trying to memorize her in every detail. He just stood there patiently watching. He was waiting for something.
The dildo planted deep in her and gripped in place by her slick labial lips kept her on edge sexually. It was just up her at rest. She needed it thrusting in and out, the harder the better. She had a hard time concentrating on Little Johnson’s unfolding of the evil plot and a more difficult time adding up its consequences for her. It all sounde bizarre, far-fetched, and demented. But… it did not sound like a lie….
Little Johnson set the whip on the coffee table. Good, she’d known he wouldn’t be crazy enough to use that thing on her. Little Johnson took off all his clothes though he was still cloaked in his thick pelt of body hair. Once nude he picked up the whip again. Oh no.
Little Johnson stepped over to stand before her with his semi-erect penis only half a foot from her gagged mouth. Already her mouth felt sore from the gag, especially the stretched corners of her lips. One more discomfort added to the list. Still, she was grateful for the gag since it meant he couldn’t shove his dick in her mouth. But it did force her to breathe through her nose. She wasn’t sure if he’d even showered since his last visit. He smelled then and smelled worse now.
As Little Johnson dangled his smelly equipment inches from her face she did a mental checklist of her status. It wasn’t good. Her mouth and pussy were both sore from succeeding in accommodating overly large objects. Her legs hurt and trembled from supporting her weight while spread so wide. Her knees also hurt from the carpet fabric digging into them.
Jackie had a stomach-sinking downhill roller coaster feeling all of a sudden when she thought these pains were as nothing compared to what Little Johnson looked like he would inflict. How had she gotten herself into this situation? She marvelled at it. She felt sure this must be the worst moment of her life. For some reason her dripping pussy and hard-tipped swollen breasts disagreed with her. This really was new and very exciting to them. She felt outnumbered even just within herself.
Little Johnson let the suspense build and made sure her widened nostrils sucked in his scent before he spoke, “What I do to you tonight you will remember for the rest of your life. It will change you. After this, vanilla sex will never serve to even partially fulfil you. “
He reached down to the hilted handle of the huge dildo in her. Galileo’s telescope, she suddenly remembered. His little fingers were immediately slippery as they fumbled around the handle. The slight bumps caused echoing ripples of pleasure in her. On the side of the slick handle he managed to nudge the flat switch one notch forward. A humming erupted from her crotch and vibration rolled outward from the wide cylinder.
“Mmmm… mmmm… Hmmm… mmmm… Mmmmmm! “Jackie di
d not know if she was trying to protest or just release some of the power of the tremendous sensations. It may have been the vibration itself manipulating her throat muscles. Her gag kept the noise under control. Without the gag she might be screaming.
Little Johnson found the desperate breathless noises as soothing and enjoyable as always.
He stepped back and watched Jackie redden, not just her face but all over. She still wore the forest green matched bra and panty set so the overall image reminded him of Christmas. He felt like a kid on Christmas morning.
Jackie’s hips thrust and danced in little circles. It was impossible to tell if she was trying to shake the dildo out or if she was trying to screw it. Probably both. In moments her thighs shined with pussy juice. Those forest green panties just couldn’t suck it all up.
Sometimes Jackie’s eyes darted around as if looking for an avenue of escape or watching for the arrival of a rescuing knight in shining armour. More often she was blinking and her eyes were unable to focus on anything.
The more sexual anxiety the women felt the more relaxed he was. Little Johnson delighted in viewing Jackie trying to cope with all of that lovely sensation. Long minutes stretched and he knew each of his minutes felt like an hour to Jackie. She was in a state of continuous orgasm. He knew she could not manage her pleasure any more. He had seen quite a few women broken on this particular rock. Carol Milligan and Shara Tillings included. Damn, Psychoanalyst chicks were hot bitches! Breaking them was fast becoming his specialty.
“Mmmm… mmmm… Hmmm… mmmm… Mmmmmm! “
The Thorpe woman was a fine specimen. She put on quite a show. Little Johnson felt like watching her for hours. The giant vibrating dildo would show her again she was helpless to control her pleasure. That lesson’s first class was the other night. She’d already been taught that lesson once though he doubted she took it to heart. She needed to enrol in another class tonight.
Little Johnson approached her again. He turned the massive tube until the curved upward side of the hilt lined up with Jackie’s anus. She squealed in protest or increased sensation as he pressured it up her back passage. Once it was deep and secure he pulled his little paw away, wiping it on her left bra covered breast. He liked that she hadn’t tried to move her legs or leave her ordered position. She verbally protested with muffled damsel in distress sounds but she had not actually resisted. She was marching down the path he intended for her quite nicely. She was a good little soldier. Little Johnson giggled. This army had a lifetime enlistment.
He stepped behind her. He took time to admire her lovely back and twitching ass cheeks. He unsnapped her bra and tossed it to the floor. He wanted to see her tits, but, just as importantly, did not want the straps to get in his way. He reached down and pulled her panties viciously up her ass crack. The panty was to one side of the dildo but it did stretch across the portion up her ass. Pulling up the panties humiliated her further, kept the anal intruding section of the dildo firmly up her ass, and revealed the slim perfectly rounded globes of her sexy ass cheeks. He saw they blurred slightly at the edges due to the heavy vibrations travelling to them from the dildo. Little muscles in each ass cheek randomly spasmed ass nerves fired in confusion.
Giving Jackie that wedgie also meant the panties would no longer provide even minimal protection to that adorable ass.
He stepped back and braced himself to begin, taking one last look to drink in the scene.
“Mmmm… mmmm… Hmmm… mmmm… Mmmmmm! “
Little Johnson’s cock was hard as could be now that the crucial moment was arriving. That beautiful unblemished back! That narrow incredibly pale ass! He was looking forward to this.
From behind and to her left he brought the whip up plotting a path to obtain the maximum impact area.
***
Jackie was so lost in sensation she had no idea what was about to happen. Even without active thrusting, the intensely vibrating dildo sent radiant spirals of ecstatic pleasure in waves through her body to pool in her mind.
Within the continuous orgasm she just began a massive orgasm when the striking whip wrapped around her waist across her back from hip to hip. Her orgasm was so profound the horrendous pain was actually a secondary sensation. The pain was too late to dam the orgasm. Instead of stopping it the pain joined it and magnified its force.
***
Little Johnson had timed it perfectly. He enjoyed the moment as she doubly shook with the orgasm and the shock of pain. He noted the pleasing red stripe across her lower back. It was the first brush stroke in the masterpiece he planned to paint. Jackie was making nearly the same moans and groans as before but it was as if the volume was now turned up to maximum.
If her mouth was free Little Johnson knew Jackie would be yelling loud enough to wake the entire apartment complex. She hadn’t learned yet to deal with pain, to enjoy it. She would. He was here to help.
Little Johnson brought the whip down again, this time lower. A woman’s rear really was ideal for absorbing punishment. Lovely padding but still extremely sensitive, a secret area few ever see, and just on the other side of the central sexual erogenous zones. Sometimes Little Johnson thought a woman’s ass was designed more for abuse than anything else. The whip scored across the middle of both ass cheeks.
***
Jackie was trying to make sense of all the intensity. So good, so awful. She struggled to figure what was happening. The pain struck across her ass three more times all the pain combining and adding together. Her pussy was blazing with pleasure as the dildo mindlessly buzzed. It was dragging her down to her own state of mindlessness. Too much pain, too much pleasure.
Jackie wanted to scream but couldn’t. Jackie wanted to orgasm again… and could. She came again simultaneous with a fifth stroke of fire across her shoulder blades.
More pain. More pain! Jackie finally twisted her head and looked behind her. There was Little Johnson with whip in hand. He was whipping her! Even as she looked she saw it come down again so fast her eyes could not trace its path. The pain from it traced another path across the top of each side of her horribly pain-filled ass cheeks.
Jackie turned away as the whip rose again and tried to bring her knees closer together. The whip struck, the pain slashed, she heard a high-pitched squeal that must have come from her throat. Weak-kneed from the orgasms, she was barely able to get her knees together as the whip scored again. She wondered if she was bleeding. She wondered if she would be scarred.
Not knowing where she could go with her hands cuffed to her ankles and with no exact destination in mind, she tried to walk forward on her knees. She felt no carpet burn pain in the knees. The pain from the whipping put her well beyond the ability to sense such minor pain.
As she shuffled the whip struck again and again and she knew Little Johnson was easily keeping pace with her. There could be no escape. He had her right where he wanted her and she knew he must be enjoying her silly escape attempt. All she was doing was entertaining the little bastard. That made her want to stop her hopeless escape just to defy him but holding still for a whipping was a pitiful form of defiance.
She wanted to escape the pain but it wasn’t as simple as that. She wanted to escape the pleasure. The strange vibrating dildo was lapping unreal pleasures from her swollen slippery labia lips, up into her womb, and all through her entire body. The anal prod was vibrating a lot of sensation back there as well. The pain was awful but the pleasure was really too much. The two in combination were the perfect tag team. She had about as much chance of defeating them as an actual wrestling tag team.
They were combining to become a force much greater than the sum of its parts. Physically, she was at both ends of the spectrum, ecstatic pleasure and hellish pain. The pain and pleasure reached past her physical form and seemed to poke a hole in her will, in her soul. It was like air running out of an inflatable beach toy.
With every second o
f mind-bending pleasure and every wicked strike of the whip she felt less like a person and more like just a bundle of nerve-endings lusting for extreme sensation.
Jackie came again or her non-stop orgasm crested particularly high for long seconds and, at the end of it, she fell forward her cheek resting on the carpet. The striking whip never slowed. The new position stretched the skin on her ass and made her even more vulnerable.
The whip came again and she came again. When the whip struck again she had not finished coming and a new orgasm struck overlapping and joining the first. This continued strike after strike, orgasm after orgasm. It was the whip and waves of pain that were making her orgasm, not the powerful dildo.
***
At some point, Jackie realized the whip strokes ceased. She didn’t notice immediately because the pain and orgasms continued. Every several seconds, face still in the carpet, her ass would shake and pump and she would come yet again. Distantly, she noticed that at the peak of each come she was consistently levering her butt several inches higher in the air as if it was seeking the next strike of the whip.
The whip blows were over but the waves of pain from the whip’s work continued. That was what caused the ongoing orgasms though the dildo continued buzzing angrily. Jackie knew that for certain when Little Johnson’s pawing fingers shut off the dildo. The orgasms did not stop.
Over minutes as the whipping pain simmered down the orgasms slowed, diminished, and finally stopped. Jackie’s field of awareness began to cautiously expand outward from the bounds of her own skin.
Jackie could Little Johnson’s nearness, sense his enjoyment of her present state, and could maybe smell his lust. She was relieved the worst of the pain was over. She was relieved the best of the orgasms were over. Or was it the other way around? And did she miss them a little?
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