Subduing Jacqueline

by Jordan Church

  Only now that she was recovering from it did Jackie understand that she’d been in some kind of alternate state. For an unknown number of minutes he’d been in a state beyond thought, beyond fear, and even beyond any sense of self-preservation. These abilities were slowly returning. She was evolving from a pure sensation-based animal back into a human being, attempting to crawl out of the water and up onto shore.

  “Look at me, Fishy. “

  He was behind her to the right instead of to the left as when he whipped her. Jackie looked over her shoulder and saw all of nakedly aroused Little Johnson other than his face which was obscured by the digital camera he held up to one eye.

  “Hold still while looking straight at the camera. “

  She didn’t know why she did as she was told but knew she could not have done otherwise.

  “Stick your ass out as far as you can. Lift your chin higher so your shoulder doesn’t block that sexy gag. “

  She did it. She didn’t know why.

  “Good girl. “

  Against all odds the patronizing moniker gave Jackie a pulse of pleasure. In that moment she was startlingly proud not just of her perfect pose and perfect compliance but also of the livid striped she accurately envisioned on her rear. All of her reasons for pride were like symptoms of a disease. The actual disease was that she was happy she pleased and was continuing to please Little Johnson. Oddly, his pleasure seemed worth the price of severe suffering.

  Little Johnson took the photo and she wondered if her thoughts could be seen swirling in the blue pools of her eyes. She felt more naked than ever before. No, not naked. More nude.

  He approached and removed the ball gag. She gasped and sputtered, splashes of pent up saliva sliding over her chin, dripping onto her swollen breasts. She wished her hands were free to wipe off the saliva. Somehow, she could still be embarrassed in front of this man. Even as the thought occurred he undid the handcuffs and her sore arms fell to her sides, blood rushed back to her feet whose circulation had suffered constriction.

  “Stand up, hands on your hips. Look over your shoulder again and, this time, give the camera a huge sexy grin of happiness. “

  She did as he instructed. It felt weird to be smiling after all that happened. Weird, but it did not feel like a complete lie. It felt surreal to pose around for Little Johnson wearing only wet panties twisted to one side and the monster dildo inserted in her pussy still sliding around with each movement. It was even weirder to be following Little Johnson’s every direction as if it was gospel.

  She was doing more than following them. She was actually looking forward to each command with a subversive will to complete them to the best of her ability. It wasn’t enough to just do as he commanded. She wanted to excel at it. She was curious, almost eager, to learn what he would have her do next. The logical part of her knew cooperating with Little Johnson could not help her cause, would only mire her deeper in the foul mud. Unfortunately, the logical part of her no longer had a vote.

  She grinned and looked straight into the camera as he took several more shots from slightly differing angles. In the last one he told her to pull one ass cheek out to the side while using her other hand to pull up hard on the rear waistband of her panties. In effect, he ordered her to give herself a wedgie and she did it.

  Her hand squeezing and pulling her wounded right ass cheek released a new stab of pain as well as a flash of arousal. That and the photo in her mind of what he was having her do to herself and for him. She realized this wasn’t all for him, though. She reminded herself that everything done was really at the behest of Wayne Jones. Little Johnson was a servant serving Jones. Chauffeurs drove cars, maids dusted, Little Johnson was a talent scout, a trainer, an obstacle remover.

  “Fishy the slut, get those sorry panties off and pull that wacky plastic cock out. “

  She followed his orders, and then stood there, holding the dripping dildo and awaiting further instruction. She looked forward to it. She felt eager and beyond questioning any directions he gave. She knew he would make her do something she shouldn’t want to do and she knew whatever it was, she would want to do it. It was insane.

  Slut! Dildo-humper! Pain-craver! “

  The verbal abuse seemed to soak right through her skin, becoming part of her, part of how she viewed herself.

  “It’s time to put the dildo away. You must clean it first. Lick it all clean. You wouldn’t want your cunt juice to rust it, would you? Lick it all up. “

  Jackie went to work with a purpose. She was surprised she didn’t try to deny, delay, or protest. She had an order from someone she now somehow recognized had the right to give her orders. The best time to follow an order was immediately.

  Her tongue swept up and down the sides of the shaft. It was so big and the batteries made it a heavy burden. She found it hard to believe it was inside her just moments ago. She saw Little Johnson was taking more photos and she did her best to ham it up with sultry eyes and nibbling lips. Even she couldn’t buy that she was just trying to lull him into a false sense of security. As she displayed wanton passion she really felt it. Like smiling caused people to feel like smiling.

  The taste of her feminine essences was wildly exciting. It was such a nasty and embarrassing act. The shameless act of licking them off conversely filled her with shame and a white hot brand of arousal radiating in the depths of her womanhood. She was such a Bad Girl for doing such a bad thing but she knew she was a Good Girl for doing it so good.

  Her logical mind had no vote but still had a voice. It was appalled by everything. Her mind even protested the illogic of Little Johnson’s statement. A plastic cock could not rust! Even the copper strips wrapping around it like red on a candy cane could not rust! If it could rust, replacing the pussy juice with spit wouldn’t have done any good.

  What was Little Johnson going to do with those photos? Give them to Jones? Post them on the Internet for thousands of perverts and possibly her friends and family members to view?

  These logical arguments and reasonable concerns were counterproductive. It turned her on that Little Johnson was treating her like an idiot. It turned her on that, as she pictured herself and imagined their reaction, that Jones, strangers, and even people she knew and respected might see her like this.

  Would Little Johnson tell her to shove the dildo back up her pussy when she was done licking it clean? Damn! He wouldn’t. That would defeat the purpose of licking it clean in the first place. Maybe she could offer to lick it clean again if he let her use it to come one more time.

  No. She knew he didn’t want her to speak. Just to follow orders. He’ll tell me when he wants me to talk and he’ll probably tell me what to say. She kept licking for long minutes trying to recover every molecule of pussy juice.

  “You’ve done a good job on that thing. I think if it was a real cock it would have come by now. Just as well it didn’t. Thing is so huge if it was real, had a matching set of balls, and you did make it come you might drown. “

  The ugly little bastard laughed and Jackie felt hurt. Little Johnson could hurt her both externally and internally apparently at will. He could just joke and giggle while she was covered in whip wounds and was working so hard to do a good job cleaning the dildo. Jackie mentally shook her head while keeping her lips and tongue all over up and down the dildo. Her thought process seemed all wrong but she didn’t know how to fix it.

  “Tell you what. You’ll give me the same kind of blow job you’re giving monster there. Just all lips and lip nibbles, tongue flutters, no deep-throating. No tonsil-boxing this time. When I come, pull back a little so it goes all over your face. “

  As he stepped forward Jackie went to her sore knees. She saw he still had the digital camera now held secure by its strap twisted around his right wrist. She supposed he would end up taking more photos. She was fatalistic. Like an Old West Native American who b
elieved photographs stole souls, at the moment she saw no difference between one embarrassing humiliating possibly career-ruining photo or twenty of them. The first one had already plucked her soul. It was all the same.

  Jackie noted that even kneeling she actually had to lean down to get her mouth to work on the standing half-Dwarf’s perfectly erect cock. Like the other night it was a strange purple hue. She felt lust in the pit of her stomach, renewed flow in her pussy, and was filled with passionate purpose. Make the cock of the semi-man who’d whipped her so horrifically come all over her face. It wasn’t just a goal, it was the goal.

  She fluttered her tongue all over it, dappled it with wet-lipped kisses, sucked the sides, and then stroked the flat of her tongue firmly across the wide head. Her left hand gripped the base of the cock tightly and jerked it towards her rhythmically. Blood entered the cock through the central arteries but her insistent grip made it more difficult for the blood to retreat back into Little Johnson’s body. Her right hand got her fingers into position to jiggle in and out of her pussy with each of her tongue strokes in either direction on the cock. She continuously raked the side of her index finger against her still hard clitoris.

  The nastiness of the situation and the picture it presented in her own mind did as much to turn her on as her own fingers. The continual pain from her back and backside magnified her lust. She wondered why Little Johnson didn’t just fuck her. She obviously wouldn’t put up any resistance to the idea. She actually wished he would fuck her. She felt like asking him to do it. She thought she may as well try.

  Jackie pulled her lips away from his cock, looked up at him and asked politely, “Would you like to fuck me? “

  “Get your mouth back on my dick, slut! If I wanted to fuck you, believe me, I would. You’d love it too. No, you won’t get a real screw from a real cock until you’ve earned it. The good news is I’ll help you earn it and eventually you’ll get all the dick you need and more than you can handle. Right now, focus on the job at hand, the dick in your hand. Suck and lick it and make it come all over your slutty face. Be a Good Girl, Fishy! “

  Jackie actually felt hurt by his rejection. She’d offered him all she had to give and the little man turned her down. Jackie felt a renewed swarm of buzzing pleasure in her pussy even as she felt embarrassment and outrage. She tried to understand her feelings as she sucked one side of his cock and her left hand squeezed the base harder. Somehow the fact Little Johnson rejected her most personal offer contradictorily made him all the more worthy to receive all she had to give. She had no place wanting him but he was perfectly manipulating her to want more and more the exact opposite of all things she should want not want.

  She yearned to prove herself worthy by giving him all the pleasure she could. She would take joy in his enjoyment. His satisfaction was more important than her satisfaction. Without thought, directed by instinct, her right hand abandoned her self-pleasuring and moved up, slick with her juice, to now cup both his small tight testicles, cupping them through the elephant-hide of his scrotum.

  She sensed the more she massaged them, the more pleasure he felt, the more semen he would eventually shoot all over her face, all over her. She wanted to drown in it.

  Her fingers and legs trembled and he was shaking a little himself. When she heard a noise her lips and tongue and both hands kept working but she glanced up with her eyes. She saw him fumble with the digital camera. He was rushing like he wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer and wanted to get some shots before he was too distracted during orgasm or too tired after. She did nothing to escape as he took a triplet of photos. None of them would change her overall circumstance or impact her plan anyway but Jackie wasn’t thinking about that. She was only thinking about how hot those photos must be and how important it was to provide Little Johnson with a fantastic orgasm.

  Little Johnson groaned heavily and he nearly dropped the camera as she felt his cock expand slightly in the moment before orgasm. She was so hot she was having difficulty thinking but she pulled her face back until she thought it made a nice target about a foot from his cockhead. She made sure to keep her fingers locked tight around the base of it. A girl at college once commented to her that constriction on the cock made the man’s come shoot out faster and further. At the time, she’d thought it a disgusting factoid. Now Jackie wanted to see if it was true.

  Little Johnson’s groan deepened and a pulse of sperm struck her forehead just above her left eyebrow, sperm drops fanning and disappearing into her blonde hairline. She flinched as she thought that he might shoot into her open eyes. She stayed in position like a slut trooper. The next pulse of sperm struck her upper lip and ran down on either side of her mouth giving her a momentary Fu Manchu.

  “Take it come-hungry bitch! I bet you wish you were swallowing it! “

  Jackie found she was wishing that as four more major pulses of sperm splattered on various targets of opportunity across her face, the last one hitting her left ear. The constriction trick seemed to be a true story though she couldn’t be sure without knowing his normal performance level. She wanted to open her mouth to catch a sperm stream but knew that was not part of the instructions. She must follow instructions. Mostly because it just felt so right for her. Disobeying Little Johnson now seemed almost unthinkable.

  “Let go of my cock and balls. You’ve been a Good Girl, Fishy. Now, let’s help you out. Lay on your back on the carpet, legs spread, keep your hands on the carpet at all times, and grind your ass into the carpet until you come. “

  Jackie was confused, “I’ll do anything you want but… my ass is so sore and I won’t be able to orgasm like that. “

  “Do it, slut! I know what’s best for you, not you. It’s simple, now and always. All you have to do is follow orders. You have it easy. “

  Jackie didn’t feel like she had it easy as she moved her flaming ass into contact with the rough carpet fibre. She was in a crab-walk position with her tenderized rear scraping in little circles on the tough carpet. She wished she had vacuumed that week.

  The acid pain from the whip strikes had receded to a volcanic throbbing but the fresh friction brought all the pain back as if the whip strikes had just happened. The pain was unbearable but it reminded her pussy of all the orgasms. Despite the insufferable pain her pussy valiantly released more juices in readying for another orgasm.

  Jackie twisted her ass repeatedly into the carpet, harder and harder without any encouragement from Little Johnson other than his dark watchful eyes. Her clit felt hard as a pebble and she desperately wanted to come both for her own pleasure and as a completion of her obedience to Little Johnson. Through teary eyes she saw him studying her, enjoying. A drop of sperm fell from his still hard cock and plunged into the carpet between her spread knees.

  Jackie didn’t think she could come like this. No clitoral contact, not enough pain. Now she ground and bounced her ass shamelessly into the beige carpet increasing the pain but not enough. Her eyes misted from the pain but even more from frustration.

  “Would Fishy like some help from her friend Little Johnson? “

  Jackie sobbed and nodded her head desperately. She couldn’t speak, overwhelmed with need. Little Johnson slipped away while she continued to grind her ass viciously and with no consideration to carpet burns, sanitation, or the pain that would stretch out over the coming days.

  Little Johnson returned. She saw he held the whip. She showed no reaction. He raised the whip. She made no move other than her continued grinding and did not plead for or against. She saw him grin evilly. She was patient and just kept mashing her little agonized ass into the hostile carpet. He brought the whip down, welting her from her taut stomach near her navel down into her dark blonde patch of pubic hair.

  Amazingly, that was what she needed. She yelled and came digging her heels in the floor and pushing her body several feet across the carpet giving herself new friction burns on her
shoulder blades as her arms collapsed under her. Jackie writhed for a long minute before winding down.

  She didn’t pass out but she fell asleep moments after Little Johnson shoved a pillow under her head and she felt a tossed blanket settle over her body. She wanted to stay awake for some reason. It had something to do with a plan. Sleep just seemed more important.

  Chapter 12

  Jackie woke up at 3:25 AM. She was on the floor and her body throbbed with pain. Just pushing the blanket aside increased the pain and sitting up increased it outrageously. She smelled something and realized it was dried come on her face and crusting her hairline. She had to get that scrubbed off. She needed a shower and she needed to pop some pills for the pain.

  Jackie felt the weight of her slim body driving her tender buttocks into contact with the carpet. Even gravity seemed to be working against her. She felt a curious lack of emotion. All she felt were sets of sensations, most of them painful.

  Movement was compounding the pain from the whip slashes and carpet burns. Oddly, she could not even categorize the pain as bad sensation. The pain carried with it the association of all the orgasmic joy she’d released. Then she realized she wasn’t lacking emotion it was just that a single emotion blanketed and suffocated all others. It was satisfaction, a deep and profound satisfaction.

  How could she feel so satisfied after all that pain and mistreatment and after all that bondage and humiliation? Little Johnson had done more than just disregard her feelings. He actively went out of his way to make everything worse for her every step of the way. Only, it had somehow made it better.

  Jackie shook her head in dismayed disbelief because, out of all the bad things Little Johnson did to her, somehow the worst was when he rejected her after she offered him the opportunity to have intercourse. He turned her down! It was so frustrating. She was deeply satisfied but something was still missing. Instinctively, she felt incomplete without a man’s cock releasing its load deep in her womb. She marveled that she’d gone from hating the disgusting Little Johnson to yearning for his sperm deep in the cradle of her womanhood in just a couple ‘interludes’ with him. She smiled reluctantly. Good God, a few more like this and she would be in love with the evil pervert! The idea was funny but scary because it did not seem as far-fetched as it should.