For just a second she pictured a church full of her friends and family, all dressed up, with her and Little Johnson exchanging vows in front of everyone. In front of Wayne Jones dressed as a priest!
Revolting! Most single women fantasized about marriage and the day of their wedding but that was no day-dream, it was a day-nightmare!
Jackie was amazed her subconscious could even experimentally match her with Little Johnson. She knew that never under any other circumstances could she picture herself with him. If Little Johnson was rich, polite, respectful, had a great sense of humour, was loving and kind he never would have gotten anywhere with her. His size, his age, his homeliness, and his probable lack of education all would have precluded him from getting even a single kiss from her of a romantic nature. Instead, he invaded her privacy, intruded in her home, and abused her verbally, physically, and he emotionally and, in return for his efforts, got everything Jackie had to give and far more than she knew she could give.
It was all wrong. Still, she felt immensely satisfied. No, she thought, I must just be drained….
Jackie slowly stood up trying to minimize the pains but only drawing them out. She felt dehydrated, almost mummified. Not too surprising considering all the body fluids that flowed out of her under Little Johnson’s ministrations. She drank several glasses of water at the kitchen sink.
She remembered the plan. The Plan! Not everything went according to plan with The Plan but she might have some useful video. She had tried to get Little Johnson to talk about threats or blackmail so he would be on record but the lucky little bastard had acted as if he knew every detail of The Plan. In conversation right before he defiled Jackie he had deftly avoided implicating himself. Still, she had issued her statement that this was against her will. She thought she had. She had also clearly stated she was not willing to have sex with him or to let him hurt her. Of course, she had then gone on to cooperate, become obviously aroused, and come about a zillion times.
Jackie’s face flamed higher than her sore ass at the thought of the scene captured on the hidden camcorder. It was so embarrassing but it would have her words recorded and images of Little Johnson whipping her around the living room.
Jackie fumbled at the potted plant she kept on a built-in shelf above the television stand. The camcorder was small and well-concealed but it had a commanding view of the majority of the living room. She had hit the record button right before answering the door and there was space on the disc for two hours. There it was!
Her plan hadn’t gone perfectly but she may have enough to counter their evil plot. She had to get out from under their thumb. Little Johnson may agree to swap videos especially if she gave him the ultimatum that otherwise she would bring in the police. It would be a bluff because she didn’t think she really would. She couldn’t stand the thought of a bunch of law enforcement, prosecutors, judge and jury all watching her performance on video. The concept was mortifying and also a little arousing. That video would be hot! She wondered if seeing it would inspire all the male viewers to purchase whips and the females on the jury to throw themselves at the feet of the first man who looked cruel enough to beat her.
The prospect of watching her performance on video was making her pussy lips slick and her nipples were hardened. The rush of blood to fill her nipples and puff up her labia was making her dizzy. She was still dehydrated.
She could watch the whole video. Just to see how she looked. Just to make sure the picture and sound quality were good. She still had the strange dildo. No reason not to get some value out of it. She wondered if penetrating herself with it would be enough or if temptation would cause her to flick the switch. She’d hated and loved Little Johnson for using it on her and she supposed she could hate and love herself for again inflicting all that unbearable pleasure.
The thought was too tempting to resist. She popped open the side panel of the camcorder that provided the miniature picture screen and pushed the play back button. “No disc” appeared on the screen. That couldn’t be! She pressed the eject button. There was no disc in the tray but the tray wasn’t empty. There was a folded piece of paper. Her shaky hands pulled it open, nearly ripping it, and she read the rough scrawled block letters – obviously written in a form that would defy handwriting analysis:
DEAREST FISHY, YOU ARE A GOOD GIRL AND A SLUT, SAME THING. THANK YOU FOR AN ENJOYABLE EVENING. YOUR KISSES ON MY DICK WERE SO DEVOTED AND THEY LINGER EVEN NOW. I’M SO HAPPY WE HAVE DISCOVERED ONE ANOTHER. IT WAS SO THOUGHTFUL OF YOU TO MAKE THIS VIDEO CHONICLING OUR PASSION. NO DOUBT YOU INTENDED IT TO BE A GIFT FOR A FUTURE ANNVERSARY. LIFE IS SHORT SO I INTEND TO ENJOY IT IMMEDIATELY. HOWEVER, I DO THINK A COPY BELONGS IN A TIME CAPSULE TO SHOW THE FUTURE OUR MATING HABITS. I’LL ENJOY IT ALWAYS AND I’LL MAKE SURE MANY OTHERS WILL AS WELL. I WILL KEEP IT SAFE. I WAS ALSO THINKING ABOUT YOU AND LEFT A GIFT UNDER THE KEYBOARD OF YOUR COMPUTER. I THOUGHT YOU WOULD ALSO WANT TO REMEMBER OUR NIGHT OF PASSION IN DETAIL. IT WAS SO ROMANTIC!
I WILL MEET YOU HERE IN TWO NIGHTS. I KNOW YOU WANT TO SEE ME EVERY NIGHT AND THE WAIT WILL HARD FOR YOU. THE WAIT IS NECESSARY. I NEED TO RESTOCK MY RESERVOIR OF SPERM.
WHEN YOU GREET ME AT THE DOOR IN TWO NIGHTS WEAR SOMETHING SEXY. IT MUST BE SOMETHING NEW. PICK UP SOME NAUGHTY LINGERIE. DO THIS AND YOU WILL BE REWARDED. I WILL HELP YOU COMPLETE THE QUESTS OUR MUTUAL FRIEND ASSIGNED YOU.
Jackie noted bitterly that he signed it HERE TO HELP.
How had he known? He must have taken the disc after she fell asleep on the floor. Now he had even more video of her to enjoy. The whole situation was like quicksand. Every time she struggled to escape she just sunk in deeper.
She set the camcorder down and went to her desk. Her computer was on one side at an angle. Scattered across the desk were the various props and items from the Wayne Jones file. Far more than props she now knew. She saw Little Johnson had picked up the strange dildo because it was back at her desk now. She noted he hadn’t bothered to clean it. Her dried female essences made it glossy.
She pulled the keyboard slide out and lifted up the keyboard. Little Johnson must have connected his digital camera to her computer and printed up a few of his latest and greatest. Her latest and greatest…
There were four glossy photos. The little monster must have had printable photo paper with him, must have gone out to his car to retrieve it after she fell asleep. She still didn’t even know what he drove. He might take a taxi for all she knew. Hell, she didn’t even know his first name. She felt like a slut and the photos confirmed and notarized her sluttiness.
The photos were the same size and quality as the ones in the Jones collection on her desk-top. Had Little Johnson taken those photos as well?
The first photo showed her standing, legs spread, whipped back towards the camera. She was looking over her shoulder and actually grinning at the camera. How could she have grinned? She blamed herself instead of Little Johnson’s wickedness.
The next photo showed her in almost the same position but this time pulling her wet panties harshly up into her own ass crack – a self-inflicted wedgie – while her other hand pulled one ass cheek out to leave her as vulnerable as possible to the wedgie. Awful.
The next photo showed her saliva slick lips sucking with all their power at the side of Little Johnson’s cock. Jackie saw she was quite recognizable despite the difficult angle. Her eyes were slightly hooded in passionate concentration. What an image.
The last photo was an action shot. It caught an image of a thick stream of semen, about half a foot long, in mid flight towards her wide open waiting face just inches from impact. More come could be seen on one side of her forehead. She thought the Jackie in the photo had a sort of blonde Mona Lisa expression. Jackie was humiliated and angry. Even so, one part of her analyzed each of the photos as incredibly erotic. All of them would make fine additions to the existing Jones photo collection. She almost felt pride at that thought. She als
o felt a grudging respect for Little Johnson for successfully taking that last photo in the midst of his own orgasm. The little bastard was apparently expert at both controlling women and controlling his own lusts. That demented little multi-tasker!
Now what? Jackie went to her bedroom feeling fresh juices enabling the folds of her pussy lips to slip and slide as she walked.
In the bedroom, as she anticipated, she saw her underwear drawer was pulled out, the personal articles in disarray. Nothing was missing but obviously Little Johnson had done his homework, reviewing her entire collection of personal items so he would know if she followed his instructions when he visited in two nights.
Now what? Time to go shopping she guessed.
Jackie looked down and saw she was holding the massive vibrating dildo. She didn’t remember having plucked it off the desk.
She lay down on her bed, contact with the sheets causing pain in her sore ass, and put the dildo to work. As she got the last inches all the way up her pussy her juice-slicked thumb hovered over the switch. She recalled she’d thought it was a mistake resisting masturbation the last couple days because it kept her primed for Little Johnson. Well, she wasn’t going to make that mistake again! Her wet thumb pushed the flat switch one notch and her body stiffened and flexed as the harsh vibrations multiplied her arousal tenfold. In moments she was climaxing, her damaged rear bouncing on the soft sheets. It was only the first orgasm.
Chapter 13
Becca had a new roommate and it was none other than Wendy Carter. Becca still had Lilly Hopkins as a roommate as well so all three of them were sharing the cell/suite. The space was cramped. Becca really hadn’t thought the sexual activity level could increase but, with Wendy around needing satisfaction, it had.
Jones and his followers liked to team women in pairs in the cell /suites. There were so many women and so many followers doubling up helped with space considerations. Becca wasn’t sure if they were assembled together as a trio due purely to space considerations, or because of Wendy Carter’s former importance, or because Becca was still fighting hard to resist their alluring opportunities to submit.
Becca, Wendy, and Lilly were tasked to provide each other nearly non-stop sex. Becca supposed this was done in order to keep them in a sexual thought mode. It was highly effective. They were assigned little tasks to complete. For instance, “Make your little roommate come three times before lunch” or “Make your sexy friend beg for it” or “Find a spot on your bedmate’s body free of harm and hurt it”. It was hard to think clearly when you gave and received so many orgasms per day.
Becca wondered who was even running the day to day operations at Goethner-Varner especially now that Wendy was incarcerated 24/7. It didn’t really matter since whoever it was must be a Jones disciple. It was probably Mistress Anni.
It was strange for Becca to be locked up with her idol, Wendy Carter, and doing all those crazy sexual things with the older woman. The more she did the more she appreciated the woman’s beauty. Those square shoulders built to support the heavy breasts, the womanly hips, and the thick aromatic patch of pubic hair…. You could get lost in that jungle and Becca frequently did sometimes for up to an hour.
One thing Becca didn’t like about the added roommate was that the room was meant for only two patients so Becca and Wendy always had to share one narrow bed. They usually fell asleep exhausted, entwined together in a bundle of sweaty naked limbs. She didn’t like not having her own space, not even her own bed. There was nowhere for her to retreat for even a moment. On the other hand, there was something about slick warm skin and falling asleep with the scent of female arousal still radiating from their bodies….
Becca lay imprisoned in Wendy’s bare warm embrace. She’d woken up ten minutes ago but pretended to still be sleeping in order to avoid beginning another day of use and abuse. She wasn’t sure which was worse; what was done to her, what she was forced to do, or her welcoming reactions to so many of the alien acts, thoughts, and feelings. Wendy was on top of her, her body feminine but heavy compared to Becca’s slight form. Somehow, she always seemed to end up on top of Becca, like Becca’s body was an extra mattress.
Becca tried to lie still but the hot weight and Wendy’s humid sleep breath made her feel claustrophobic. She needed escape. She turned her head to look over at Lilly’s bed to see what she was up to. Lilly always got a bed all to herself while Wendy and Becca shared. Becca was actually jealous of that.
Lilly was looking at her, “Rise and shine, Pretty Toy. It’s time for another day on the assembly line. “
There was no use pretending to be asleep any more. That damn Lilly was always watching. There was nowhere to hide from those black button doll eyes. Now Becca felt Wendy shifting and waking. This was it, the day was starting. It was like a roller coaster going downhill. Once it started it was going to plummet and rocket all the way.
Lilly was rolling and stretching in the comparative luxuriance of space her bed provided, “I just love stretching, feeling all those bumps and welts pulling and twisting, and rolling all over my big bed. I just love it here! “
It was pretty obvious to Becca that Lilly knew she didn’t like sharing the bed with Wendy. Lilly liked to taunt her with comments on her bed and space. It was another form of sadism.
“How long am I supposed to be on this “assembly line”? “
“Until Pretty Toy is finished, silly! “Lilly’s face glowed at the imagined prospect.
Now Wendy took a side, “If you really want off the assembly line you need to let them finish you. You resist the pain and the pleasure you are given. You don’t accept who you are. If you don’t give in you’ll be stuck in manufacturing forever. “
Becca wrestled out from under Wendy and jumped out of bed. Her outrage was refreshing and invigorating, a welcome change from the sexual morass she’d sunk into in the past several days.
“Wendy, I can’t believe what you’ve let them make you into and I won’t be joining you. You used to be so strong, so independent. I looked up to you! Now, you just lay on top of me squashing me while I sleep! “
“Strength and independence did not make me happy, did not satisfy my needs. They were an illusion. They made me lonely. I want you to be as happy as me and Doll. “
“Forget you two! “
While Becca paced Lilly hopped out of bed and retrieved the slip of folded paper on the floor near the door. Someone slid them under the door, or through the food slot, every night. Another set of tasks to complete. The Dominants didn’t have time to abuse all the submissives that needed abusing so they tasked them to abuse each other.
Jones needed all of their help. Oddly, despite enlisting the guards, Jones had far more submissives to keep occupied than Dominants to keep them in hand. Becca would have thought just the opposite but, apparently, more people wanted to submit than dominate. It sort of made sense from an evolutionary perspective though. Dominants were basically leaders and it would be bad to have a bunch of leaders with few followers. Just like on a chess board each side having a single King and a multitude of pawns.
Becca had no idea if the guards, Jones followers on the outside, or Wayne Jones himself came up with the sexual tasks. They were creative and Becca was often impressed and quite aroused by them. Aroused at the thought of them, turned on by putting them in action, and usually orgasmic by their completion.
Becca’s anger drained away replaced by a sexual expectation as Lilly opened the note and read it to the room, “Pretty Toy, alternately pussy lick Doll and Dummy back and forth no more than ten seconds at a time until both have come and you have sucked up their juices. Carefully taste and savor their sex fluids. Pronounce a “Tastiest Pussy” winner. For the rest of the day you will tongue fuck the asshole of the winner and the loser will watch and diddle her pussy while licking her fingers clean of her poor quality pussy juice at least once per minute. Pretty Toy may give her
self an orgasm once each time she produces an orgasm in a roommate. “
And so it was until about lunchtime.
When the door buzzed open and the three of them heard high heels click across the linoleum Wendy was on one bed fingering her pussy with one hand while she licked the other clean. Becca was on all fours on the end of the other bed with her face in Lilly’s crack, her weary tongue stuck up the Doll woman’s loose wet asshole.
“Bitches! Pay attention and proper respect to your superior! “
Becca pulled her tongue out just in time as Doll stood up, her asshole tightening and closing with the position change. Wendy pulled her fingers out of her pussy and mouth. They all stared stupidly at the young woman before them. She had coppery brown hair of an amazing length down past her ass. She was nude except for high heels and black panties. She had quite a few tattoos including red and gold oriental symbols on her neck. She was younger than everyone else in the room, much younger then Lilly and Wendy and maybe a year or two younger then Becca.
Nevertheless, based on her demeanor the other three knew how to treat her.
They responded in unplanned unison, “Yes, Mistress. Sorry Mistress. “
“My name is Kira but you are to call me Mistress Flamepussy. “
Curiosity bloomed and Wendy spoke, “Mistress, I apologize for being so stupid but, will you educate us why you are known as Mistress Flamepussy? “
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