Mastering Jacqueline

by Jordan Church

  She heard Little Johnson return. That was it then. She was in it for the long term. Until they were finished using her. The thought filled her with more thrill than dread. Monica’s sexy thighs partially muffled Jackie’s ears but she could hear Little Johnson set something wooden and something metal on her coffee table.

  Now she could hear Little Johnson pulling off all his clothes. Back and forth he and Monica had taken turns keeping her occupied and fired up. Was Little Johnson finally going to fuck her? What an awful thought, that little man’s dirty penis rooting around in her precious pussy. Even so, she couldn’t wait for that half-Dwarf’s cock to plunge inside her.

  She heard wood on wood. He must be picking up the paddle. Her reward. Here comes the paddle. There was no consideration of escape or even token resistance. She was curious as to the level of pain it would inflict.

  Before he could land a blow Monica orgasmed hard. She was a squirter! Jackie had thought squirting female orgasms were the stuff of legend, a sexual Loch Ness Monster. Apparently not. Clear fluid gushed out spraying her face. Even when she pulled her face half a foot distant in automatic self-defense pussy spray splashed several times all over her face, neck, and chest. The spray of female essences even wetted her bra. It was like having a man come on her face except the fluid was more like water and the scent was completely different.

  The first paddle strike landed on her left ass cheek and it was much more painful than she’d guessed it could be. She moaned in helpless pain and twisted arousal as three more blows landed until each ass cheek was twice graced. She felt Little Johnson’s paw on her right hip as he switched the vibrating panties back on.

  She sensed him back off, wind up, and then the paddle struck the center of her ass. She shook with pain shock and nearly flopped backward in instinctive need to escape. The paddle struck again and actually smacked the base of the butt plug projecting several inches out of her stretched anus, poking out from between her slim ass cheeks even though contained by the panties. The center of the paddle contacted the base perfectly like a flat hammer pounding in a wide nail. So perfectly she knew Little Johnson did it intentionally.

  Her wet face cried out and she attempted to back up on her knees as the paddle landed again and again on the butt plug base causing harsh contact deep in her virgin rectum. It was intolerable. What kind of reward was this?

  He paused to grab a handful of hair and shoved her face back into the pussy that was grinding air a moment before, “Fill your mouth with pussy gag, Fishy. You’re not finished yet. Lazy slut! “

  Monica grabbed the backs of her ears and kept her slippery face and puffy mouth firmly locked in place, “Welcome back, Fishy. You can breathe in water, let’s see if you can breathe in pussy juice. “

  Jackie’s face wallowed in Monica’s personal swamp. Even Jackie wasn’t sure if she was trying to escape her fate or was indulging in it. She was firmly on the hook and knew there would be no escape. So that must not be what she was trying to do.

  The best thing she could do now was give Monica as much pleasure as possible. After all, Monica had done a great job controlling and managing Jackie and had already climaxed once in spectacular fashion. Jackie, through her pain and moral doubts, still felt curiosity and wanted to find out if Monica could come like that a second time. She thought Monica might get dehydrated after the first one but her juices were still flowing freely.

  Jackie envisioned herself climaxing at the same moment as Monica sprayed her own orgasm into her face. Oddly, it was now the only goal she could keep track of at that point. She desperately needed an orgasm but thought it somehow inadequate without inducing another from Monica.

  For long minutes Jackie worked her tongue all over Monica’s seething pussy. The abhorrent act now seemed darkly enchanting. All of it. She actually liked it when Monica tugged and twisted at her ears. She wasn’t sure if Monica was doing it on purpose or reactively.

  The whacks of the paddle and the cruel impact vibrating through the plastic butt plug shoved randomly at the deep walls of her rectum. It was having an overall effect far beyond pain. Pain was a big part of it but so were feelings of penetration, violation, sensual abuse. There was the sense and reality of complete disregard for her feelings but high regard for her as a sex object. Somehow she loved being a sex object. She’d never felt this way before.

  The humming panties were also working their magic. Everything was coalescing into a blended unspeakable passion. Jackie had been trying to hold off Monica’s orgasm in order to catch up but suddenly realized her own was impending.

  The one area she’d avoiding using her tongue on was Monica’s clitoris which so far had only received sporadic contact from Jackie’s bouncing nose. Now Jackie’s mouth went straight for the swollen bit of ultra-sensitized flesh. Her own orgasm was so near she felt the urgency to completely engulf that clitty with her lips and she sucked powerfully.

  Monica squealed like a pig and Jackie groaned like a haunted woman as they both orgasmed nearly at once. Jackie was fucking her ass back at the striking paddle as if she wanted the impacts or was trying to fuck the butt plug. Both were true.

  The vast overwhelming lake of pleasure made Jackie’s mouth fall open and she pulled her face back enough to avoid the violence of Monica’s bucking hips. Monica did have another female ejaculation though the spray of liquids was sparser.

  Jackie collapsed in a heap of thoughtless sensation her face on the floor, crown of her head hard against the sofa, harshly beaten red ass swaying high.

  Chapter 3

  When she was next aware of her surroundings Jackie realized she was laying on her back on the sofa. Her hands were cuffed behind her back so her body weight was uncomfortable.

  Her head was laying on Little Johnson’s thighs. His erect cock, overly large, purple-headed just like the other night was at a 45 degree angle with the underside just above her mouth. Obviously, her mouth’s work was not yet done this night no matter how tired her jaw. She saw with faint disgust a large dollop of pre-come hanging there at the split of his penis. It was nasty and disgusting but she still felt her mouth begin to salivate.

  She heard movement and she turned her face away from the impending cock. She saw naked Monica setting her huge purse on the coffee table. Monica observed her eyes open and stepped over in front of Jackie. Jackie’s eyes were attracted to the sight of Monica’s large silvery nipple rings bobbing heavily at each step and clearly pulling her nipples downward. Even her breasts seemed pulled down! Jackie suddenly felt sorry for Monica.

  Monica made a game show model arm waving presentation as she turned left and right, “Do you see what you’re getting? Ta da! “

  “I don’t understand. Didn’t I already… get that? “

  Monica laughed gleefully and Little Johnson chuckled evilly.

  “Not my juicy pussy sweet Fishy! Nipple rings just like mine! “

  Jackie started to rise up but found Little Johnson had a hunk of her hair in his hand next to his thigh and behind her head. She couldn’t run so Jackie knew she had to make them abandon this crazy idea by forbidding it. They wouldn’t do it if she made it clear it was really against her will, would they?

  “Stop this right now! This is over! No more hurting me. There is no way in hell I’m going to let you pierce my nipples. Stop now! “

  Little Johnson frowned with a mock look of hurt behind his black beard but with merriment cavorting in his eyes, “We’re not hurting you when we pierce you. We’re helping you. Remember, I’m here to help. So is your new friend Firecrotch. “

  “Help me? What a load of crap. Let me up right now or I’ll scream. “

  “It will help you Fishy. To complete your quest you must prove you understand Wayne Jones’ language. His language it one of slaves serving masters. It is dominance, pain, punishment, abuse, degradation, submission, and obedience. You will no longer be allowe
d to visit or communicate with him unless you can speak his language. Oddly, the language is mostly non-verbal. Words can be lies. For instance, your lie when you called me Master earlier. You should be so lucky. Pierced nipples? Those are his language. Show him those and the gates will open for you to complete your quest. You can no longer swim against the current little Fishy. You must swim with the current of submission. “

  Jackie paused her anger and her attempts to get up. What was she going to do? She couldn’t let them pierce her nipples. It was unthinkable. Horrendous. On the other hand, what would she do? If they let her kick them out, then what? Be a failure? Leave Shara Tillings and the Milligan woman to their fates if they really were committed to the Institute? Let Jones and his clan simply replace her with another unsuspecting Psychoanalyst who they would doubtless subject to the same abuse? Wouldn’t that be her fault then?

  One way or another Wayne Jones would gain his release. She knew Jones wasn’t really insane or a true clinical danger to others due to derangement. But he was dangerous and his freedom would likely spell the loss of freedom for dozens of women. Maybe hundreds judging by all the photos in his collection.

  So, where did this leave her? Jackie actually felt her nipples harden as she realized she had just logically talked herself into allowing them to pierce her nipples. The shocking forbiddingness of it. The feeling of being used at her own expense for the enjoyment of others who did not even come close to deserving her. And the inquisitive contemplation of the pain involved. It all combined to work a powerful spell. Her erect nipples were oblivious to the danger they were in.

  She saw Monica take some kind of kit out of her purse. It was the sort of latched plastic case that might normally be expected to hold an array of lug nuts. The last Jackie saw of it Monica was popping it open while she hummed like a happy housewife. Then Little Johnson tightened his grip on her hair until she couldn’t even look straight up. She was actually looking towards the arm rest she’d earlier leaned over as he shoved the butt plug up her ass. A flex of her ass cheeks informed her the butt plug was still in her ass.

  My God. Jackie just couldn’t believe this. She closed her eyes and swallowed hard as she felt Monica bustling around. Not exactly bustling. Monica didn’t have any clothes to bustle with. Jackie realized her mind was trying to distract her with errant thoughts in order to protect her from anxious thoughts about her coming ordeal.

  Little Johnson was also trying to help in his own particular selfish way, “Here, suck and lick on this while Firecrotch helps you out with a free nipples piercing. Don’t nip my cock when your nipples get holed and don’t stop sucking either. Firecrotch has her job, little Fishy has her job. My job is to come. Very fair, all our jobs are equally important. Team effort here. “

  Little Johnson used his free hand to press his cock down onto her soft lips. The underside of his cock, just below the head, began sliding up and down across her clenched teeth like he was brushing her teeth with his cock.

  Jackie didn’t like her ability to speak ending for the moment. Then again, she hadn’t said anything when she had the chance and realized she would not have said a thing now if he did let his cock pop back up off her lips and teeth. Jackie knew it was all really going to happen. Again she had talked herself into going along with wicked plans laid out by evil Wayne Jones and the foul Little Johnson. She thought she was more at fault than them. At least they didn’t seem to think this kind of thing was wrong. She knew better.

  She also knew she was turned on physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. Her chords were expertly strummed and plucked on every level. She had no doubt she was going along for more reason than just to further her aims.

  Jackie gently nibbled with her soft lips and fluttered her tongue on the underside of his shaft and heard a foil packet ripped open by Monica. A moment later she felt contact on one nipple and then the next from a soft wet cloth. She could smell disinfectant above the odor of Little Johnson’s crotch.

  The alcohol in the disinfectant was evaporating causing her nipples to super cool. The artificial cold sensation caused her nipples to hold their erection. Her mind, again trying to distract her from the upcoming pain, noted how odd it was that her nipples were simultaneously hard from the cold sensation and hot arousal.

  Jackie felt her anxiety increase as the piercing was more imminent and so did her arousal dragged along with it in a tangle. The analytical corner of Jackie’s mind marveled. Shouldn’t dread decrease arousal? Was she dysfunctional? Were there breeds of women who did not react how they should -- that were susceptible or even yearning for abuse and submission? Was she a member of that breed?

  Monica intruded on her self-analysis. As Jackie came back to the situation she was in she was surprised at how passionately her mouth was still working the underside of Little Johnson’s cock.

  “I won’t lie to you, Honey, this will hurt a lot. Just think of it as payment for all that lovely pleasure you’ve had tonight. Think of it as a gift from Mr. Jones and make yourself like it. Picture how luscious your hot-pink nipples will look with silver rings through them…”

  Jackie felt one of Monica’s hands grip the top of her left breast and squeeze hard forcing the bulging breast crown to mushroom out the bright pink nipple and areola topping the center. Jackie still wore the nipple-revealing bra. She finally saw now why Monica remarked that Jackie wearing that particular kind of lingerie was a coincidence. They’d planned to pierce her nipples long before they arrived. Planned this dramatic change in her appearance and in her physical boundaries without any input from her. They weren’t interested in what she wanted, only what they wanted. No surprise there but she was shocked they were willing to go so far so fast with her. Had they pierced Shara Tillings and Carol Milligan as well? Hard to believe but it was hard to believe she herself was about to be pierced. She wondered what would have happened to her if Monica’s daughter Kira had won the coin toss. Monica had mentioned that Kira also had her own special skill. If Mom’s was piercing, what was the daughter’s?

  In her defenselessly swollen left nipple she felt a stab of pain pinpoint in size but unbearable in extent. Jackie cried out but then did her best to continue giving unabated pleasure to Little Johnson. She knew it was expected of her. She hated to let down anyone’s expectations, even if they were hateful people. The pain quickly reduced to an intolerable pulsing ache. She could barely sense anything other than pain as Monica re-swabbed the injured nipple though the slight contact and alcohol briefly made the pain flare. When the ring slid in it was a smooth transgression. It was like the ring took the nipple’s virginity and the locking click enslaved the subdued nipple.

  As Monica now took care of the other nipple in the exact same way Jackie couldn’t even tell if her fearful anticipation was lessened by knowing what to expect or actually much worse because the pain from the first piercing had been far worse than she’d expected. Nipple piercing was much more painful than ear piercing!

  Jackie was fatalistic. She couldn’t run around with just one pierced nipple. She had to have a nice even match of deflowered and dominated nipples.

  Jackie wished her pussy wasn’t so hot and wet again. It was embarrassing. It would make these two think she was actually some kind of masochist. She didn’t want to feed their dangerous delusions but fluids kept leaking and she really wanted a pulsing flesh and blood cock up there. Deep. Giving her the feeling of complete invasion. Complete occupation and defeat.

  The second piercing was just as painful and overall she was now in greater pain as her left nipple was still emanating waves of violated pain. Even so, illogically, it was also not as bad… or really bad at all. The heat in her sex and the intoxication of her situation made the overall effect almost orgasmic. Almost.

  “Sweetheart, be careful with them the next several days. Don’t play with them too hard, wash them with antibacterial soap twice a day. They’ll be red, sore,
and swollen -- even when you’re not turned on! You’re going to love them. Once naked, the whole world knows you’re a free spirit. Oops! More like an enslaved spirit free to be used and abused. You’ll love that feeling. These rings serve you to travel your true path and serve to remind you constantly of that path. To serve and please others any way they want and to take your pleasure in pleasing them. I’m happy for you! “

  Jackie kept sucking and licking her active mouth and Little Johnson’s grunts of enjoyment the only sounds in the room for long moments. Jackie could see Monica out of the corner of her eyes and past the end of his dick. Monica watched her display and performance avidly. Despite everything it felt both foreign and appealing to be examined by another woman while she pleasured a man. Even when it was a wicked woman and a monstrous little bastard.

  Monica spoke again, “The pierced nipples will please Mr. Jones. Believe me, I know! They are for him, not you. You should really consider that from now on everything you do is for the pleasure of your sexual superiors. “

  This latest philosophical transgression was just one more to add to the list of wrongs enacted on her body and mind. Despite her outrage Jackie did not bother to protest. It would do no good. Besides, she was getting Little Johnson pretty close now and she didn’t want to lose that. She’d worked hard and kept her concentration to get him to this point.

  She was amazed he hadn’t come yet. After all the sexual activity surrounding him and the job her mouth was doing on his cock most men would have come at least twice by now. She figured Little Johnson got so much ass his standards were hard to meet even when his sperm reservoir was full. She noticed a definite increase in his passionate moans as he’d watched her piercing. The little creep really was a sadist!