Mastering Jacqueline

by Jordan Church

  Jones smiled tolerantly, “Actually, he was obeying my specific wishes when he told you to condemn me. “

  “Yeah, right. “

  “Yes. Truly. I do have a certain code of ethics. If you’d refused to agree to condemn without ever having met me you would have escaped this predicament entirely. We would have found someone else. Since you agreed to the darkly unfair bargain, you became fair game. It is like the legend of the vampire needing to be invited into a home or he will not cross the threshold. In a way, you invited me in, you invited the consequences you will justly face. “

  “I might believe you if it weren’t for all these other enslaved women running around. They couldn’t all have ‘invited you across their threshold’. “

  “No, they didn’t, for the most part. The actions of others set them in my path so others are to blame for their enslavement. You were brought into this by me so certain circumstances were required. By the way, interesting that you said “other enslaved women”. Are you coming to an understanding of your true nature? “

  “That was a slip of the tongue! “

  “Hmm, “slip of the tongue”? Are you trying to be suggestive? “

  “Quit it! “

  “You’re a submissive. Simple. That’s all and nothing more. “

  “I’m a human being! “

  “I didn’t say you weren’t. On the other hand, you are now Fishy, so I guess I can see how you’re confused. You are submissive. This means you want to follow, want to be instructed what to do, want to serve. This is special and of great value to me. Unlike many who can only experience traditional physical pleasure, you can also derive pleasure from pain, discomfort, humiliation, corruption, the forbidden, restraint, and domination from others. The cousins of the Seven Deadly Sins; the Seven Wrongful Delights. “

  Jackie had never heard of these “Seven Wrongful Delights”. It was interesting… clinically… but she was more interested in finding a way to hurt him, “You’re wrong. Again. I’m not the only one who is seeing right through your crap. It just takes some people a little longer to see the truth. The parking lot of the Institute is empty of your protesting fans. Did you hear me? Empty. You’ve lost your fans. They’ve moved on. “

  “Fishy, you are so right and so wrong. Everything you’ve said is both right and wrong. Thinking should be left to Dominants. Obeying is your fate. Your mind is getting in your own way, you’re tripping all over it. Yes, it does take some people a little -- or a lot -- longer to see the truth. That refers to you and not my fans. Yes, my fans have moved. But not away. They’ve moved in. “

  “What’s that supposed to mean? “

  “This Institute is fully privatized now and I am the only remaining true “patient”, and, of course, even I am not at all insane. The Goethner-Varner Mental Health Hospital was always a private-owned facility. But a private facility serving the public. The owners have all been… consulted… and this Institute is now a private facility serving private interests. All the true patients have been moved to other mental health facilities. This Institute is now closed to mental health business and has become something much greater than it ever was. Descriptively, the caterpillar has become a butterfly. “

  “You emptied this place? Why? Why would they agree to that? Mental health facilities are incredibly lucrative -- like hotels charging five times the daily rate. The owners would never agree to shut it down. “

  “Emptied and filled again. My fans looked uncomfortable out there in all weather. I’ve rewarded them with new homes and/or new occupations. “

  Jackie knew what he was saying just could not be true. He was probably saying it in the hopes of preventing any urge on her part to get help from the staff in escaping her predicament. She shook it off, deciding to be abrupt with him as a way to ruin his fun, “Sure, whatever. Now what? Are you going to send me to suck the Mayor’s cock or something? “

  “Fishy, you have only two remaining purposes. At all. In your entire life. You will choose when to fulfil your two destinies. “

  “Yeah? What are they? “

  “One, sign the papers insuring my immediate freedom. “

  “I don’t intend to do that. Besides, I haven’t logged enough time for it to stand up under review. “

  “I can have the log falsified beyond dispute. You will do it sooner or later. It may be that you have greater patience with this destiny of yours than I do. I am a generous King and what is one slave more or less to me? Do it now and you, too, are a free woman. Free to live your life as you choose. No interference or contact from me or mine. We would both be simultaneously freed. You know it is the right thing anyway, you know that I’m not insane. “

  “Your offer sounds positive but is actually a threat of some kind. Put your cards on the table. What if I don’t do as you ask? “

  “Then you will fulfil that destiny slightly later. Your second destiny will then also kick in. If you refuse to perform your first destiny immediately, both destinies will be fully secured. “

  “What is this second destiny? “

  “Submission to my will and service in my Kingdom for as long as you live. “

  He said it with such flat matter-of-factness that for a dizzying moment Jackie almost believed him. Could sense a cliff’s edge in the fog of war that she could spill over at any instant.

  “You can get me to do some things against my will but that ‘second destiny’ is really just a ‘first fantasy’ on your part. You could never force such a thing on me. “

  “Force? Of course not. I didn’t say anything about force. “

  Should she take him up on the bargain? Sign the papers and walk. No more troubles. No more….

  She mentally shook herself. Get a grip. Shara and Milligan needed her help. Her conscience may ultimately dictate (dick-tate? ) that if they weren’t here she would have to free him. Even so, though, she would still be free anyway. As usual, Jones was full of it.

  “Thanks, but, no thanks. Now what? “

  “Nothing. “

  “Nothing? “

  “Nothing. Leave as you wish, return as you wish. “

  “I don’t get it. You don’t have some sick twisted mission for me? “

  Jones was clearly amused by her, “I already told you. Free me and submit to me. Those are my remaining missions. No more of the Seven Wrongful Delights, at least not from me, until you do. “

  “So, you’re trying to punish me by not making me do things I don’t want to do? Great. I’m sure that will be quite effective. “

  Jackie stood up, mystified. She’d expected another abusive humiliating task. She was interested in hearing it. It would have been amusing because she knew after she left Jones she would soon be freeing Shara and Milligan. She’d thought he was trying to keep her off balance through a program of arousal. But now… nothing. Curious.

  Standing there, she looked at him a long moment and he looked back impassively.

  “Well, I’ll see you on my next visit, Mr. Jones. “

  She left him and walked back towards the guard’s station. His voice pursued her, drifting down the echoing hallway, “You’ve made the right choice, Fishy. “

  Chapter 9

  Jackie could barely contain her impatience. That fat-faced guard Wilrey was inspecting her hard won permit to see Shara and Milligan. Jackie had worked so hard pleasing Anni in order to obtain it and Wilrey was treating it like it was a possible counterfeit bill. He even held it up to the light at one point!

  Jackie realized the jerk was messing with her. She turned to look out a window in order to tune out his game or at least act like it. Damn, if he did that long enough she could miss out on visiting hours.

  After another half minute she couldn’t stand it and turned to look back at him. He was staring at her legs! So that was his game. The fat boy just wan
ted extra time to ogle her. Jackie considered pulling up her skirt a few inches like a hitchhiker trying to get a ride. The concept gave her a tiny thrill. No, she’d better not. That would be like throwing gasoline on a fire! She couldn’t believe the thought had even occurred.

  Fat-face Wilrey spoke, “Sooooooo, you’re done with visiting Mr. Jones today? You’re visiting those two former Psychoanalysts? Some kind of little convention? Ha ha! “

  Jackie flashed a glare, “Read the permit. “

  “OK, OK, geez. Down the hall, past Mr. Jones’ suite, second to last suite on the left. Those two are roomies now. They moved Tillings in with Milligan. They do have a lot in common. “

  From the look on Wilrey’s face and the gleam in his beady black eyes she knew what he felt they had in common had to do with their physical attributes and not what pastimes they enjoyed. She frowned. What they had in common was being imprisoned here against their will.

  Jackie flushed. Wilrey was looking at her with creepy fascination. She plucked the pass out of his meaty fingers. She didn’t want him -- or anyone else -- catching her without a pass and using it as a premise to use and abuse her. No more of their tricks! No more of their wickedness! Time to pull off her plan.

  “Do you want me to come with you, little lady? Rules say I can accompany you if for any reason you don’t feel safe. I wouldn’t mind hanging out with you three brain doctors. I can referee any cat fights. “

  He accepted her glare as an answer and buzzed her through to the locked down hall. As she strode down the hall she ignored Wayne Jones’ open suite on her way past and didn’t even look to see if he was still sitting at the little table. Screw him!

  She couldn’t help but recall how Anni had tricked her into masochistic sex in order to obtain the second permit slip because she wanted to save Milligan as well as Tillings. The whole time she’d known they were in the same room and had put Jackie through all that… the pain… and the lesbian acts… and… those orgasms. She was furious at Anni and at her own gullible vulnerability. Tricked again!

  That little bitch tricked her just like everybody else had. Wayne Jones, Little Johnson and Monica, Robert and Hannah, Anni. No more. Time to take control.

  Still, Jackie could not completely regret the turns of events in Anni’s office. That encounter… had been satisfying.

  The silver lining to this dark cloud was that Shara Tillings and Carol Milligan rooming together was going to make it much easier for her to carry out her plan to free them both. Everything would work out.

  ***

  Outside the electronically locked door to the “suite” -- really a holding cell -- containing Shara, who Jackie had met at a few conferences, and Carol Milligan, who she had never met, Jackie was nervous. Her belly was full of little butterflies. She felt like she had to pee even though she knew she didn’t. She knew Wilrey must have watched her on the hall camera on her entire walk and he must know she was waiting outside the door, waiting for him to buzz her in. He was probably purposely dawdling to get under her skin. Wayne Jones intimidated her but Wilrey disgusted her. Any interactions with him always made her angry.

  The wait did give her time to make final mental preparations. Once inside, she would reintroduce herself to Shara and introduce herself to Milligan, explain her plan to break them out, and then get them prepared. She knew the poor women may not be dressed at all so she’d packed two sets of simple clothing -- long sleeve T-shirts and sweatpants -- so they would have something to keep them a little warm once they got outside in the Winter air. They’d still be cold but she’d get them to her car quick as possible so they’d be out of the wind. Her car had a good heater that would warm up fast once they got on the road. It wouldn’t be too bad. In the euphoria of escape they may not even notice the cold.

  Jackie snuck a peek down the hallway. She saw the emergency escape door with its push bar. They’d go through that door so they wouldn’t have to go past Wilrey and get into any kind of confrontation. Even when Wilrey saw what was happening on camera view or looked up because he heard the alarm activated when the door opened they would have the better angle on the parking lot. If Wilrey wasn’t too stupid to realize they were escaping he would still be too fat and slow to catch them as long as they kept moving. Someone might drive after them but Jackie would drive straight to the nearest police station. She had looked up the address and practiced driving the route so she was fully prepared.

  The electronic lock finally buzzed and continued pending her pushing it open. She knocked out of politeness. She saw the viewing window on the door was covered with a curtain. Jackie knew this would not have been allowed with real patients. Doubtless, they hadn’t wanted possible visitors to see Shara and Carol. They might have been able to signal non-verbally that they needed help.

  Jackie thought she heard a female say “Please come in. “When she pushed on the door, just as she made contact the buzzing stopped and the door would not open. She pushed it but it was locked. Her hand dropped. The door started buzzing again and again stopped before she could push it open. Wilrey pulled the same simple-minded juvenile routine twice more before he finally kept it buzzed long enough and she was able to open it in time. That damned jerk! She’d be getting the last laugh though. How was Wayne Jones going to react when Wilrey told him their third prospective Psychoanalyst slave escaped and freed the first two and, through their freedom, insured Jones’ ongoing and indefinite incarceration?

  When Jackie stepped in and the door drifted shut behind her with an electronic click Jackie was surprised. Shocked. Other than the possibility Shara and Milligan would need clothing she hadn’t thought much at all about what she might find in the room. She had left everything beyond the door and her set plan as a comfortable gray blank.

  Even if she had mentally prepared herself Jackie knew she would have been shocked.

  The two women incarcerated in the room had, of course, heard her repeated frustrated attempts to enter and each stood at the foot of their beds, nearest the door. They were not bound but they also were not dressed. They were in identical poses. Their arms were behind their backs interlaced so their hands gripped opposing elbows. Legs were wide and rigid so their feet lined up with the legs of the beds. Their backs were arched, shoulders squared, lungs inflated to feature their beautiful breasts to maximum effect.

  Obviously, they’d expected someone else and had arranged themselves in a way they’d been trained to perform. Jackie had expected nudity but hadn’t envisioned trained performance from intelligent and educated women.

  At the foot of the bed on the left was Shara Tillings who she’d expected to see though perhaps not so very much of her milk chocolate skin. She had an incredibly fit body with majestically full breasts and dark chocolate nipples and black forested V of pubic hair. Jackie felt something like passion at her peer’s naked condition until she corrected the feeling and identified it as relief at finding her.

  She wasn’t the real surprise. The other woman was. Jackie was disappointed to recognize her. Instead of Carol Milligan -- who Jackie had never met -- it was the blonde woman who she’d seen suck off Wayne Jones. This same woman had twirled half his load of sperm around one of Jackie’s newly pierced nipples while the other half was swirled around her other nipple by that slim brunette whose tattoos were as fresh as Jackie’s piercing. Both women had pushed the sperm into her mouth for Jackie to subsequently swallow. Jackie’s face burned red from the shameful memory and a fire was lit in her womb as well. What was this blonde’s name? An image of a thick patch of butterscotch pussy hair dripping juice and the name came back to her. Swampy. Jones called her Swampy.

  Jackie felt cheated. They’d moved the Milligan woman -- it must have just happened -- and replaced her with this slave slut Swampy. She’d have to keep an eye on this one while she saved Shara and she realized she might be “one and done” and have to leave Milligan wherever she was and come back f
or her with the authorities after Shara told them everything.

  She faced Shara, “Shara, I hope you remember me from those conferences. Jacqueline Thorpe. I’m here to get you out of here. “

  Shara stood still, facing forward. She didn’t look at Jackie but she did look confused.

  “Shara, it’s OK. I’m here to save you! Here, put these on. “Jackie pulled one set of clothing out of her purse but didn’t throw them when she saw Shara had not moved and obviously would not catch them.

  “Shara? “

  The blonde named Swampy spoke matter-of-factly, “That isn’t her name. Not any more. She isn’t allowed to talk with anyone who does not know and use her new name, her real name, her earned name. That’s just one of the rules. “

  Jackie looked at Swampy, wondering if she was going to be an obstacle. Swampy remained standing at slave attention but her expression was neutral and her tone had been helpful.

  Swampy’s deep green eyes flicked to Jackie and then went back to staring forward, “Her real name now is Sharer, as in ‘one who shares’. She shares in all things. All her pains and all her joys. Mostly, I’m the one who shares them with her. “

  Bizarre, thought Jackie. Jones and his cronies renamed Shara with a play on her birth name. She’d have to play along for the moment if that was what it took to communicate meaningfully.

  “Uh… ‘Sharer’, I’ve come to take you away with me. To safety. Swampy… you can come with us if you’d like. I have some clothes for you as well. “

  Shara finally spoke, “Are you a Mistress? “

  “No, of course not, I’m here to free you. Take these clothes and put them on. “

  Shara faced forward staring at the wall and gave no answer.

  “Shara. Sharer. We need to go. “