She felt his detailed stare even across the small room. It felt like actual contact, the abrupt brusque handling of an examining physician. It almost made her look down to see if ghost fingers were tweaking and pulling her nipples. Dizzy, she jokingly wondered if telekinesis may be another of Wayne Jones talents.
“Arch your back, Fishy, and use both hands to present your slutty breasts. “
Jackie felt a weird plummeting thrill as she hurried to comply. She wasn’t just showing him, he was ordering her around! She arched her back pushing her breasts out. She knew they were impressive and the position made them seem even larger, almost cartoonish she supposed. Normally she was embarrassed by her breasts but she felt oddly proud at the moment. Surely even Wayne Jones did not see such fine breasts very often. She looked at him to gauge his reaction but he did not seem impressed or disappointed. Just watchful.
She remembered he wanted her to use her hands. She did as ordered and used them to cup the undersides of both breasts and lift slightly to enlarge and better display them. Her palms felt and appreciated the sexy weight of them her pussy suddenly swamping with juices. She wanted to reject this reality while she eagerly wondered what was next.
He was drinking in the sight of her. She held position and he didn’t give any more orders or make any move towards her. She tried to distract herself from her arousal and from the anxiety of not knowing whatever it was he had planned for her. Why did they insist on calling her that name? Fishy was not quite an ugly name but it certainly wasn’t sexy. It was dehumanizing.
She supposed they did it as a form of control. If you control the name, you partly control the object or person named. It was at least a display of control to force her to acquiesce to such a naming. Wasn’t there some sort of black magic belief that the knowledge of ‘true names’ gave Sorcerers magical power over that person? Maybe it worked the same way in the world of domination and submission with false names tattooed onto the soul of the victim. It would be an interesting phenomenon to study if it hadn’t involved her.
She heard footsteps approaching, more than one pair, and from different directions. She looked at the still empty doorway and then desperately at Jones. Surely he would allow her to pull her top back up if only to keep the sight of her treasures to himself. Wouldn’t he?
No. Jones saw her desperation and looked amused. He seemed to enjoy it!
Moments before the owners of the footsteps could appear in the doorway she couldn’t help herself and her hands rose to cover her breasts. Before they could settle a hiss from Jones made her drop both hands like fallen angels down to her hot lap. She marveled that immediate obedience to Jones was more instinctual than preservation of her dignity.
Two women entered the room. The dark-haired one was dressed professionally and was obviously one of the caregiver staff members of the Institute. She was young, pretty, and quite slim. The other woman, with long blonde curls and large breasts, was completely naked.
Jones was still looking into Jackie’s eyes but he pointed to his groin. The dressed young brunette and the nude voluptuous blonde dropped in tandem to their knees and knee walked to either side of his spread legs. Without speaking they pulled his pants and underwear down. His hard cock snapped free and waved back and forth a moment before the women sought it out. The blonde was slightly faster and her full lips captured the head of Jones’ cock just as the brunette’s cheek bounced off the blonde’s temple. Despite the painful collision the blonde kept her mouth gentle and attentive on the captured dickhead while the brunette immediately went to work on Plan B manoeuvring her face down to deliver licks and sucks to Jones’ scrotum.
Jackie wasn’t sure what was expected of her. She was relieved he hadn’t ordered her to provide an oral action. The only thing worse than sucking his cock would be fighting over the privilege with another woman. What was wrong with those two? Why were they following his orders?
Jones spoke, his voice even despite the avid attention from lips and tongues, “Enjoy the show, Fishy. Learn a little. Get those naughty hands back on those tits and don’t let go. “
Her fallen angels rose again and lifted each breast high in their sweaty grip. She flushed with frustration, embarrassment, arousal, and realization. She had no right to judge these women. She was following his orders just as readily. She felt she had to show some resistance, some independent thought.
“You’re having your fun obviously. I’m done with this. I’ll leave now. “
“Notice that you don’t just leave, you just volunteer to leave. That shows you know you’re not going anywhere until I say so. “
Jackie held her pose and noticed the blonde and brunette were sharing Jones’ dick more evenly now, each of them racing tongues up and down its length from the flange of the cock head down to the thick-skinned connection with his scrotum. Did Jones think there was room down there for her face as well?
“Mr. Jones, I don’t see the point of staying. I’ve done as you’ve asked. “
“Just because you have done as I’ve asked thus far does not mean I am done asking. In fact, I will soon assign you a mission to complete. It will insure my continued cooperation. Only fair. Quid pro quo. “
Jackie worked her tongue in her mouth mentally chewing this new development while the two women used their lips now to nibble up and down the length of Jones’ hard slick cock.
“Go ahead, tell me, and I’ll take off and leave you to your nurse slaves or whoever they are. “
“I will, in good time. First, watch and enjoy my enjoyment. We need to burn some time. The Visitation Log kept by the guards needs to show a number of visits for some significant time or your official ruling, yea or nay, will lack all merit. If you want to eventually rule against my fair freedom you will not want your opinion so easily impeached. Nor will I should I persuade you to rule in my favor. Once you’ve fully enjoyed my enjoyment I’ll give you your assignment and if you complete the assignment you’ll earn another visit. “
Given no choice, Jackie watched it all. She knew if she looked away he would make her look back anyway. The women were taking turns, switching duties every fifteen seconds or so. One would rapidly bob her mouth on his cock head from the top ending with a deep throat jab that often caused a choke or cough. The other would suck on the side of his cock while using her fingers to palpitate his testicles.
Jackie could see the naked blonde’s pussy was streaming with juices. She had a think butterscotch thatch of pubic hair. It had soaked as much juice as it could and droplets of pussy juice were falling away form it. Jackie thought the woman’s pussy looked the way her own pussy felt.
She couldn’t see the skinny brunette’s pussy because she was still clothed but her white skirt rode up a little as her butt made jerky circles in the air. Jackie had no doubt the young woman’s panties were soaking. She thought if she leaned down a bit she might be able to see. She almost did that but stopped herself not knowing if she did out of a sense of propriety or in order to best comply with Jones’ directions.
“Fishy, you don’t have to, but, if you want, you may pluck, strum, squeeze, rub, pinch, and otherwise pleasure your nipples. Just them, nothing else. “
Jones closed his eyes and leaned back obviously enjoying the mouth work of the two women. He wasn’t looking at Jackie to see if she took advantage of his permission and Jackie figured that was probably because he knew damn well she would not do any such thing. He’d obviously said it just to humiliate her and to make her feel like she was a part of this sordid get together.
Jones took the sexual action onto another stage through a new order, “Bitches, keep pleasuring my cock ever so gently, but, while you do that, give each other pain and try to distract your blow job partner. If I detect any deterioration of performance the offender will be severely dealt with and the other shall be rewarded. “
Just like that, the two women, who had so
far operated so smoothly as sexual partners, turned on one another even as they kept their mouths and faces immersed in the mission of pleasuring Jones. The naked blonde reached over and up under the brunette’s skirt. Her hand made a bulge. Jackie couldn’t tell exactly what it was up to other than something painful as the brunette groaned an agonized protest. The brunette’s right hand blindly groped and found the blonde’s left breast mashed against Jones’ thigh. Searching fingers sought and found the erect nipple. The blonde tried to tilt her body away from the reach but keeping her mouth busy on Jones’ organ meant she had little freedom of movement. The brunette’s vengeful fingers closed on the blonde’s nipple and pulled down hard. Both women moaned, wailed, and sucked cock as their hands attacked each other.
Jones grinned down at them and then nodded at Jackie approvingly. His eyes seemed to glow with madness as he looked at her chest across the small room. Jackie knew the supposed madness was just lust. If so, her eyes may look as mad. Jackie tore her eyes from the lascivious sight of the two women battling over Jones’ cock to look down at her breasts to see what he saw. The thumb and pointer finger of each hand were squeezing on the base of each of her nipples, between the areole and the silver rings, and they were pulling the nipple out and back rhythmically like little milking machines. Jackie groaned in outraged recognition and arousal.
No use stopping now. That arrogant Jones had already seen what she was doing to herself. He’d planted the idea in her head and it grew wild. She felt self-disgust. She tugged viciously on her nipples wanting and needing pain, knowing she deserved it for being such a slut. Besides, it obviously entertained Jones. Now he had all the women in the room all hurting themselves or each other, all for him, all giving him pleasure physical or mental. Even now Jackie marveled at his ability to pull all this off, to make it happen, to get his way in all things even when it required getting others to act against their own best interests. It really was amazing. Even… Kingly. She felt her self-respect draining out of her reservoir and filling his cup.
“Isn’t this a delightful way to spend an afternoon? “
Jackie gasped with painful passion, choosing to treat his question as rhetorical. She didn’t want to speak since she knew her shaky voice would reveal the depths of her arousal. But he did seem to notice with delight when she ground her wet crotch on the seat while her fingers continued administering pain. Perhaps he accepted that as her answer.
The brunette’s fingers slipped off the blonde’s reddened nipple. In too much pain from the blonde’s attentions to focus on recapturing the escaped nipple she simply used her finger nails to claw at the tender side of the blonde’s breast, just underneath her armpit.
The blonde’s groans sounded outraged. Her attack hand flipped the brunette’s skirt up and then pulled the panties halfway down her thighs. It seemed like good strategy. Up until then the blonde’s size advantage was possibly balanced by the flimsy protection offered by the brunette’s clothing. The blonde’s hand flew back to scratch at the shaved bare pussy, then pulling savagely at one slippery labial lip.
It must have been agonizing but the brunette somehow kept her tongue lashing the shaft of Jones’ cock while high pitched squeals vibrated his length. The blonde’s groaning mouth surrounded his cock head and the soul-wrenching sound also added vibration to his pleasures.
Amidst the direct sensations the view of Jackie opting to voluntarily give herself both pain and pleasure filled Jones’ vision. The moment was a sexual masterpiece.
Jones was cumming. He patted the blonde’s head, “Swampy, hold my load in your mouth, don’t swallow. “
He came, controlling his thrashes to allow Swampy to accept his entire dose of sperm. She held her mouth still over his pulsing cock until there was no more to receive. Carefully, she drew her filled mouth off it while maintaining a suction ring so none escaped.
Through passion-bleary eyes Jackie noted the women were no longer delivering pain to each other. It seemed understoodthat was only required up until Jones achieved his satisfaction. Jackie was resentful none of the three women were allowed their own pleasure despite all the hard work.
Her eyes cleared a little and focused though she still pulled at sore nipples and slid her crotch all over the wet chair seat. She was not beyond shock as, now that her skirt was inverted, she saw the pretty brunette’s toned ass had a humiliating tattoo on the right ass cheek. Judging by the red edges it was nearly as fresh as Jackie’s own nipple piercing. The tattoo said CERTIFIED HIGH QUALITY -- INSPECTOR FLAMEPUSSY.
“Now, Swampy, share your precious load with Pretty Toy. Be fair about the portions. No one swallows until I say. “
Swampy knee-walked a half foot to the tattooed brunette, Pretty Toy. They were working in harmonious partnership now, Pretty Toy leaning down while tilting her mouth up and Swampy arching her neck higher while tilting her full slippery lips down. Their lips made kissing contact and Swampy carefully fed Pretty Toy half the sperm load, like a mother bird feeding its hatchling regurgitated food. When the division was complete, a few droplets clinging to soft lips, they turned and looked expectantly at Jones.
He looked at Jackie, “Leave your nipples alone now. Also, stop wiggling around that chair. Sit still. “
It was hard but Jackie obeyed. It was hard taking orders from Jones but somehow it was always easier to obey than rebel.
“I told you on a previous day I wouldn’t touch you unless you begged me but that does not apply to others. Pretty Toy, Swampy, those freshly pierced nipples on Fishy look sore. Sooth them with my warm sperm mixed with your saliva. Fishy, do not lift a hand to resist them. Do and say nothing. Just accept my gift and try to be grateful. “
The aroused and still pain-wracked slaves knew not to stand in his presence so they shuffled on their knees across the smooth linoleum floor. They fanned out to either side of Jackie’s chair, Pretty Toy on the left and Swampy on the right, and then rose up a little. Jackie watched with dread disgust as their faces leaned in and their mouths opened at the last moment to engulf nipples, silver rings, and pink areole entirely.
Immediately Jackie felt the hot sperm and saliva cocktail coating her tender nipples. The heated wetness and flickering tongues unexpectedly caused a flood of juice and renewed arousal in Jackie’s pussy. The very nastiness of the situation caused her passion to spike. She very nearly came. She wished she would while relieved she hadn’t. Trembling, the oral attention and slick heat continued a full minute before Jones broke the spell.
“Now deliver your gift unto Fishy. Give her a taste from the King’s cup. “
Pretty Toy and Swampy each stood for a moment, necessary so they could take turns leaning down to Jackie’s mouth. Now they were both mother birds feeding baby bird Jackie. Tongues took turns pushing to divide her slightly resisting lips and then worked to push the hot mix into her mouth. After their special delivery they grabbed her face with delicately insistent fingers, pulled her jaw wide open, open mouth leaned towards the ceiling and each gathered all the loose fluids in their mouths and took turns releasing the gob to land in her open mouth. They pressed her mouth closed and then watched her observantly.
Jackie’s eyes were wide and she thought she was going to gag but then she found herself drinking down the fluids, her throat working eagerly. A hum of desire radiated from her clitoris.
She wanted to hate the entire event and the closing action but could not help but consider how few women got to experience such a sultry decadent act ever in their entire lives. One in ten thousand? One in a million? One in a billion?
Where she should feel used, she somehow felt privileged.
***
“You’ve done well, Swampy and Pretty Toy. Your reward:Leave now, find an empty suite. That is not easy, I know, since so many of my subjects have come to live with us in support and enjoyment. Once you find a good place sixty-nine each other for five orgasms each or one
full hour, whichever comes second. Then you may rest though, as always, you must follow any orders given by your superiors in life. “
The women ended their wet sloppy kissing on Jackie’s mouth and left the room. Jackie felt the loss. She was so turned on she would have begged for cock or tongue or fingers if she thought it would help her get what she needed.
“Fishy, you’ve earned the right to receive a mission. Once you complete it you may return. Your mission is the following: You were sent here by Robert. I am enjoying you as a guest in my Kingdom. I am grateful to Robert and I am a man who repays his debts. Do you like Robert? Do you respect him? “
Jackie paused to steady her voice and gather her composure -- as much as she could while cradling the weight of her wet-tipped breasts. The cooling and drying mixture of sperm and saliva was keeping her nipples all too hard.
“I do like Robert and I do respect him. He’s an amazing gentleman. “She put emphasis on ‘gentleman’ to make it clear to Jones that was a quality Robert had and Jones did not.
Jones shook his head and smiled, “All right, Fishy, you should enjoy your mission. Go to Robert, in his place of business, and give him direct sexual pleasure. I don’t care if you use your mouth or your pussy but don’t insult the man with a mere hand job. Once done, you may return to me and you’ll be allowed in by the guards. Do it tomorrow morning, return to me in the afternoon. “
“You can’t be serious! Robert and I have a very professional relationship. Besides, he’s a senior citizen. “
“I am serious. Don’t worry about the professional relationship. Once you give him an orgasm it will no longer be a professional relationship. So, why worry about it? He may be old but I’m sure you’ll be able to help him get it up. He’ll just be all the more grateful to have you. You see how charitable I am? Perhaps I am a gentleman. “
She should have kept her thought process to herself but could not stop herself from asking, “What if I just come back and said I had? How would you know it wasn’t true? “
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