Jackie was startled and shocked at how the composed and constantly smiling Monica completely fell apart. She actually had tears in her eyes. Remembering the photo in Jones’ collection where she was smiling with enjoyment of pain Jackie realized Monica was not tearful from the pain. She truly felt sorry for letting down her Master!
Little Johnson glared at Jackie. She was fearful he would whip her next. That intimidating thought and nightmarish memory of the whipping he gave her two nights ago filled her with a strange blend of fear and eagerness. She remembered fear and pain both release endorphins that could be highly addictive. That must be the reason for her eagerness and for how wet her pussy was.
Jackie worked to convince Little Johnson not to whip her next. She didn’t want any pain and definitely didn’t want to get addicted to that sort of thing, “Hey, uh, Master, I’ll call you Master all you want all the time, Master. Just please don’t whip me, Master! “
He brought the whip down on her mostly uncovered ass. She literally hopped airborne. She landed on both feet, staggered a couple steps, blinked trying to deal with the pain, and steadied herself just in time to take the next slash which landed from between her shoulder blades to halfway down to her waist, the welt rising just two inches to one side of her spine.
Monica said, “That was wrong, slut. He is my Master and the Master of many. But he is not your Master. When you call him Master but don’t truly mean it you insult him. One day soon you will call him or someone like him Master and really mean it, really feel it, but don’t say it until it is true. “
Nice to be told the rules after the game started!
Little Johnson took over the scene, issuing commands fast and furious, “Firecrotch, get your clothes off. Show the Fishy what she’s getting. Fishy, get your nipples hard, or I guess keep them hard. While you do that lean over the armrest of that sofa and stick your ass out as far and as high as a little Fishy can. “
Monica began whipping off clothes faster than Little Johnson whipped her. It wasn’t clear to Jackie if Monica moved so quickly out of fear of the whip or eagerness for what was coming next. She did look eager.
Jackie hesitated and looked at the whip. She couldn’t avoid following his commands. But, unlike Monica, she would follow them out of fear only. She hoped.
A mental echo of Monica’s words came back to her: “You always had options. Yes, you always had excuses to go along. “Her hands were cuffed but she could run to the front door and twist the handle. Get away. She wasn’t gagged so she could scream for help. Her excuse not to make these attempts was the unspoken threat of the whip. Yet, if she stayed, wasn’t it likely he would whip her more anyway?
“Fishy, if you want our help, you’ll do as you’re told. “
She did still want to succeed in her assignment. Jackie realized that was as good an excuse as any. She leaned over and rested her midriff on one large sofa armrest and did her best to stick her butt as high as she could. She guessed he would whip it and the further she arched her ass the thinner her skin stretched and the more vulnerable she was making herself. She moaned.
She used both hands to caress her nipples and soft surrounding breast flesh. Her breasts hung heavily, insistently, into the palms of her hands. Her weight was balanced like a teeter totter on the arm rest, her tummy muscles flexing. As she waited she found she was tugging then pinching her nipples. Caresses just were not enough sensation. The nipples were savagely hard, just the way she knew Little Johnson would like. She was ashamed of her arousal but proud of her big hard nipples. She couldn’t understand why. Her mental, emotional, and physical reactions to events were all continuing revelations.
Jackie moaned less in defeat and more in passion now. The humiliating commands, the embarrassing position, pulsing pain from the whip marks on her rear and back, and the tantalizing pleasure in her nipples were combining to make a pleasurable whole much greater than the sum of its parts.
A completely nude Monica moved around in front of Jackie and watched with great interest. Jackie saw big silver rings pierced through the fat nipples topping each large breast. The rings were heavy enough to actually cause a visible drag of gravity downward on each otherwise lovely breast. Even as Jackie harshly pulled at her hard nipples, pulling them down in alteration like her fingers were tiny milking machines, she marveled at why Monica pierced her nipples. She could maybe understand if Monica had poorly shaped or too small breasts. She’d read some women pierce their nipples to make up for perceived inadequacies of the breast in size, shape, or firmness. Monica’s breasts were amazing. Big. Larger than would be expected for her well-formed body. Round and firm, too. Piercing them at all was misguided but then wearing those heavy rings must be extremely uncomfortable as well. She felt sorry for Monica.
Jackie felt Little Johnson behind her, his grubby little fingers first stroking her wounded ass, following the welt the whip stroke left, then delving to lightly trace the outside of her panty crotch. Jackie moaned in mounting need to be mounted. Maybe Little Johnson could forgo the whipping and go straight to screwing her. Monica seemed to read her passion, nodded approvingly, and winked.
“What is this? “Little Johnson fingers pushed at the crotch of the panties and felt the rounded plastic studs facing inward contacting Jackie’s tender sex.
“It’s… what makes the panties special. They can vibrate. I haven’t tried--…”
She was cut off by a pain blast from a little hand spanking her right ass cheek.
“Fishy, you should have said so right away. Never keep secrets from me, not even happy surprises. Shame on you. How do I turn them on? “
“A switch on the right side of the waistband. “Jackie marveled at herself. Why had she bought these things? It was supposedly to lull Little Johnson off guard in order to subdue him but she obviously could have purchased a standard lacy undergarment. Especially since the vibrating studs were not obvious and never intended for use. Or were they? Again, she remembered Monica’s words. Was it true? She wasn’t a victim, she was a participant?
Further intelligent thought was banished from her mind when Little Johnson slid the switch to the on position. The multitude of half spheres, vibrating and pulled tight against her fleshy labial lips, created an incredible sensation. It was so shocking Jackie mistook the feeling for an actual electrical shock. It was actually a stronger, more engulfing sensation, than the strange dildo when it vibrated. Some of the vibrating balls were over and around her clitoris and this direct contact was the key to the overwhelming exquisite rush. The tight panties maximized contact.
Nearly instantly Jackie moaned, groaned, then made little humming squeals while shoving her pelvis around up into empty air, then forward, and back again. It was impossible to tell if she was trying to shake the panties off or trying to fuck them. In her mind there was a perfect clarity. She wanted to be fucked. That was all, that was everything, that was absolutely all that mattered. From beneath the waves of pleasure she distantly heard Little Johnson and Monica laughing at her.
“Look at her go! “
“Oh, Master, we should have this on video! “
“There will be plenty of time for that. This is just the first of many times she’ll entertain us and others with her vibrating panties dance. “
“Master, I’m so glad I won that coin toss. Flamepussy will be so jealous when I tell her about how hot this one is. I do wish it was recorded so I could actually show her, though. “
The momentary pulse of pain from a harsh Little Johnson spank only allowed Jackie to surface from the ocean of pleasure to pull in a ragged gasp before she submerged again.
“Well, Firecrotch, if you must know, I did take the time - and had the foresight – to set up the camcorder. It’s on top of that shelf over there. I wanted a natural performance so I wasn’t going to tell anyone but Fishy here is beyond acting and you’re a full time slut anyway. “<
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Jackie groaned a wail, cuffed hands shaking, elbows trembling on the sofa arm. Her crotch band was soaked so pussy juices slicked over the insides of her thighs.
“Yes, Master, I am a genuine slut. Look at this Fishy! She is too! She is hot for this, for all of this. I’m so happy for her, Master. Finally finding and starting down her true path. It reminds me of how lost I was just a year ago. Watching her reminds me of Flamepussy, too. Do you remember her first times? Master, she actually thought you and Master Jones were taking advantage of me. She thought I needed help to escape you, Master. I couldn’t explain because of the gag. It took you two some time and effort but eventually she came to terms and accepted her true nature. “
“Like Mother, like Daughter. Firecrotch and Flamepussy. “
Jackie kept waving her ass like a surrender flag in an unsteady breeze. She wanted satisfaction but, at the same time, she wanted this to last forever.
“Hold still. “
She found it difficult to follow Little Johnson’s order but managed. She was grateful she had enough composure to at least follow orders. He pulled her panties down and she felt simultaneously relieved and sensation-starved. Jackie stiffened when she felt an intrusion into her ass crevice and full contact of something against her anus. She looked urgently behind her and saw it was the butt plug Little Johnson was shoving at her, not his dick. She managed to hold still as it pushed her tender sphincter wide enough to gain entry. She knew he wanted her to hold still and following that direction was a greater priority than worrying about her first anal penetration. First and only she promised herself. She just had to tough out this one night and then get back on track morally. The butt plug wasn’t as big as a real cock anyway let alone anywhere near as big as Little Johnson’s personal weapon.
With steady pressure Little Johnson popped it all the way home. It felt alien and uncomfortable in her. Still, it didn’t really feel bad or painful. Maybe nothing could with all the wet need swimming in her pussy. When Little Johnson pulled the vibrating panties too firmly back into place the butt plug actually came to feel downright wonderful. A wild part of her new persona actually hoped he would spank her more. Even a whipping would no longer be unwelcome.
She wasn’t disappointed. His little paw began making sharp spanking contact with her shaking rear again and again. He was tireless and there seemed no end to the abuse her ass was now willing to suffer.
Monica laughing delightedly and pulling at her fat pierced nipples. Jackie wasn’t sure if she smelled her own wet passion, Monica’s, or both but the scent was adding to her arousal.
Jackie was getting progressively closer to orgasm and it was rising, cresting higher. She knew it was going to be tremendous. It was a miracle she hadn’t come yet. The painful spanks delayed her orgasm but also built it much higher. It was going to be a tidal wave of pleasure.
The vibrations rippling through her clitoris, the foreign invasion of her rectum, and the beating pain of the spanking combined to form a perfect storm in her. She needed just one slight push to bring on the climax. Despite the cuffs Jackie was able to get her hands up and spread wide awkwardly to grip, pull, and tear at her own breasts. She came so hard she stopped breathing a moment to gyrate impossibly fast before collapsing over the arm of the sofa. She released a sucking scream muffled in the stained sofa cushion. Her blazing red ass was her highest point and it was still shaking and twitching during and after the orgasm.
She felt someone mercifully switch the vibrating panties off.
When she rose to the surface of her pool of orgasmic bliss Jackie saw Monica sitting nude on the sofa, just one cushion section away from her. Little Johnson saw Jackie’s eyes open and he grabbed a handful of hair which he used like a handle to pull at her. Jackie struggled to get off the arm rest and keep up with her hair. He got her down on her knees and pulled her to Monica, right between her spread legs.
Oh oh. It was obvious to Jackie where this was going. Why couldn’t these people just graciously accept that she was not a lesbian and had no leanings in that direction? Little Johnson was in charge, why didn’t he just fuck the women and call it good? Jackie answered her own question: because he was in charge….
Little Johnson pushed with one little hand between her shoulder blades and the other hand, still wrapped in a handful of her blonde hair, pushing on the back of her head. Jackie stiffened her back and neck to adamantly hold her position despite her lack of leverage with her hands cuffed in front of her. She realized Little Johnson wasn’t strong. It made it all the more embarrassing that he was bossing her around and manhandling her.
Jackie looked up at Monica to see if she could get any help there. Monica looked turned on and edge-of-her-seat eager. Her green eyes were flashing back and forth between the exerting Little Johnson and the resisting Jackie. Monica seemed to enjoying the struggle. It was all the more clear which side she was rooting for when she slid her pelvis forward so that she was literally on the edge of her seat.
This was awful. Jackie couldn’t help looking at Monica’s pussy now presented in close up detail. Firecrotch indeed. Her bush was darker than her head but still red. Darkened further by her secretions. The pubic hair was untrimmed and seemed incredibly bushy despite the juices damping it down. Her vaginal folds were full, almost fat looking, and clear fluid was gathered in every fold, cranny, and crevice. It was a wet mess.
No way could Jackie allow her face to be shoved into that. It would push her over some line in the sand. More like a line in the swamp!
This wasn’t like some drunken kiss between university girlfriends on a dare from the boys. Making oral contact with that overwhelmingly womanly sex would move “lesbian act” from her personal and extensive proud-to-have-never-done-that-list permanently onto her shameful-to-have-done-that-list. A list that was empty before Wayne Jones and his cronies came into her life.
Her image of herself had already altered dramatically. She could no longer perceive herself as someone who had to be treated with respect and equality by a sexual partner in order to achieve satisfaction. She knew mistreatment did not interfere with her arousal and, in fact, might increase it. Once known it could no longer be blissfully unknown. However, at least she was heterosexual. This new experience, if she engaged in it, would change her even further. Into someone almost unrecognizable.
Physically, she was at an impasse with Little Johnson. He was grunting angrily and he was pushing painfully on the hunk of blonde hair he gripped. He was trying to force her compliance. She should yell! She still had her voice.
So did Monica, a. k. a. Firecrotch, “Look at me, Honey. “
Jackie’s potential cry was stalled in her throat as she was compelled to look into Monica’s lustful green eyes.
“Honey, you’re going to like this. You’re going to do a lot of this the rest of your life. Just imagine the flavor and wetness. Imagine burying your face and mind in there. Trust me, you’re going to love it. “
With one hand Monica delicately traced the edges of Jackie’s gasping lips and with the other she had a finger tracing her labial lips with the same delicacy. The message was obvious. Place this mouth on this pussy.
It tipped the scales out of balance….
Jackie’s face tipped forward. She was still resisting but not enough now. For no good logical reason her heart was no longer completely into resisting. Jackie’s blue eyes were wide as her mouth was pushed into the hot slippery vaginal folds and her nose was squashed against the morass of wet, red bush. She couldn’t believe this was really happening.
Little Johnson chuckled and spoke fervently into her ear, “Do a good job with your tongue, Fishy. You’re swimming in your new home waters now. I’m going to reward you. Remember that wood paddle on your desk? Do a good job and I’ll reward you with hard whacks on that cute ass. I can’t get enough of hurting that ass. “
Only Jackie’s f
orehead was completely clear of Monica’s pussy and bush and it frowned, causing her eyebrows to dip down into the tropically steamy pubic forest. What Little Johnson was offering did not sound like a reward. It sounded like a punishment! God, why then was her mouth opening to encompass all she could eat pussy flesh? Why was her tongue slapping at it in a desperate hunt to find and collect all the tiny pools of pussy juice? Why did she feel so needy to do and to have done to her whatever these people planned for her no matter how bad, wrong, humiliating, or painful?
She knew Little Johnson wouldn’t be able to leave to fetch the wood paddle as long as she fought his guided grip. Even though that was all the more reason to resist she felt the fight drain out of her and allowed him to push and roll her face into the hot mess. Monica was moaning and grinding her pelvis on Jackie’s face making the contact even harsher.
Little Johnson kept his hand on the back of her head for a full minute while she plunged her tongue in and out of Monica’s sex. She was pulling big sniffs of air through her nostrils and the Monica-in-heat scent was filling her lungs.
Little Johnson let go of her head but she sensed he was still carefully watching her for signs of resistance. She rapidly licked up and down Monica’s leaking slit knowing the sight must please him.
She sensed Little Johnson move away to fetch the paddle. Now was her chance. If she wanted it. Monica was groaning and writhing, lost in pleasure. Her pussy was as red with flushed blood as her red pubic hair. Monica was helpless. No one was keeping Jackie in place. That she wasn’t moving and kept licking then sucking in and out little mouthfuls of Monica’s labial lips turned her on to a high degree. Previously, the demented pair were controlling her actions. Now her own lust was commanding her. Either way, she was helpless. She had moved into voluntary lesbian acts. It was quite a turn on.
She should stop! She should run while Little Johnson was away. Monica was so pleasurably unaware of her surroundings. It occurred to Jackie that Monica might be made even more helpless if she could find her clitoris and directly pleasure it with her tongue instead of her bouncing nose. If Monica was even more helpless it would help her own escape, wouldn’t it? Jackie knew she was lying to herself. She was stringing herself along so she would still be in place when Little Johnson returned. The idea of aiding and abetting in her own degradation was massively arousing. Her pussy flexed and she released a flood of juices. It was a small orgasm but it only raised her sexual temperature.
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