Mastering Jacqueline

by Jordan Church

  Swampy spoke again, “Sharer and I must respect the rules. So should you. We must be addressed by our proper names: Sharer and Swampy. Also, we normally cannot speak at all. There are exceptions. We can answer a Master or Mistress who addresses us. You’ve made it clear you do not fit that category. The only other option to allow communication is slave exercise between slaves. “

  “I’m not a slave! “

  “There are only Dominants and submissives though there are many levels of each. This Institute has mostly the extreme ends of the spectrum. You are not a Mistress so you are not a dominant. Process of elimination leaves submissive. You are a slave. Slaves like Sharer and I are status aware. That means we know and accept we are slaves here to serve the Dominants. You are status ignorant; a slave who is not self-aware and does not know she is a slave. Yet. “

  Goodness, thought Jackie, this Swampy is thoroughly brainwashed. She hoped Sharer, Shara, was not so deeply indoctrinated. She couldn’t hope to talk them out of their regimented behavior. Or could she?

  “Look, you’ve already broken these ‘rules’. I’m no Mistress and we aren’t ‘exercising’ yet we’re still talking. So, let’s relax, have a civilized chat and make some common sense choices. “

  Swampy wasn’t falling for logic, “We are still following the rules. We’re obeying one of the allowed exceptions to the rules. The most senior slave present is allowed to speak freely to a status ignorant slave in order to explain the rules. This gives you the opportunity to fully realize your slave status. To become status aware. It is a most gracious allowance by Master Jones. Now, agree to slave exercise and we can continue to interact verbally. Otherwise, leave. “

  “To Hell with that Swampy or Marshland or Bog or whatever your fucking name is. The only exercising I’ll be doing is running to my car. With Shara. “

  Jackie felt a surge of adrenalin as she strode to Shara, grabbed her by the forearm, and pulled her off balance to get her moving. Jackie was ready to fight Swampy if need be. She knew the woman was a brainwashed innocent but she’d knock the bitch out if she had to. She yanked the mostly unresisting Shara over to the door. She was relieved to see Swampy made no move to interfere.

  Her triumph was short-lived, attached to a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. Of course! The door was electronic and had electronically locked behind her once she entered. She looked at the call button. If she pressed it Wilrey would look at the camera view, see she was dragging Shara Tillings, and would not release the lock. Damn! Come to think of it, he may already be watching the camera view. What if he was? Now what?

  Swampy spoke again, her tone still helpful, like a customer service clerk, “You may leave alone without further conversation or you are welcome to engage in slave exercise and you may then say whatever you want and can say. “

  Jackie felt like a cornered rabbit and looked around wildly for an avenue of escape. Locked painted metal door. Barred fingerprint-clouded windows. Two beautiful full-figured slaves who would not listen to her. Dull-eyed cameras in all four corners of the room.

  Shara / Sharer spoke for the second time, this time very quietly, and with her long straightened raven hair draping over her face as if hiding the fact she was speaking from the cameras, “Just do it. You’ll have to be bound but I know where the key is. I’ll listen to anything you say. It’s your only chance. “

  Shara spoke so low Jackie didn’t think even Swampy could hear her. Obviously, Shara wanted to be saved. Wilrey wouldn’t just let them walk out but Shara must have a plan. Of course, a clever woman like her, with all that time on her hands had probably planned it all through just in case this kind of opportunity came along.

  Jackie would just play along a little bit. Just a little more of this madness to secure their freedom. Thank goodness Shara had mumbled an understanding to her. She’d been about to leave the poor woman to her fate.

  Jackie let go of Shara and calmed herself as well as she could, “All right, Swampy, I guess I’m up for a little ‘slave exercise’ with you two. What will it be? Push ups? Jumping jacks? Or just running in place? “

  “More like staying in place. See those manacles hanging down from the ceiling? Just put them on willingly like a good little slave. Let Sharer and Swampy do the rest. We’ll listen to whatever you say during exercise. “

  This was crazy. Jackie knew it was. But she felt like she was on a wicked twisting speeding slide -- she even had that feeling in the pit of her tummy -- and had no choice now but to ride the slide all the way.

  She shook her head trying to displace the foreboding. A little ‘slave exercise’ with these two slaves would surely be no big deal after everything she’d already been through. Inconsequential. A small price to pay.

  The heavy manacles hung from thick chains in the center of the room between the two beds and equal to the foot of the beds. It felt all too final when she closed the first one locked tight on her wrist. The metal was continuous from her wrists to halfway up her forearms. The second manacle was difficult. She had to press it closed and locked against the one on her other hand, both hands well above her head. They were so heavy and at such an awkward angle it really was like exercise.

  Grinding chains startled her. Swampy was fingering a remote control and her eyes glistening eagerly. Spare chain links spooled upward into a ceiling casing until Jackie was stretched, arms straight, spinning slightly, her big toes fighting to keep her in place. Her shoulders immediately began aching.

  Time to say her piece before this went any further, “Let’s talk, girls. You don’t want to be here, you don’t want to be slaves the rest of your lives. No one would. Let me down after the bare minimum to make this ‘slave exercise’ look convincing then I’ll buzz to leave with you two back in your beds or standing in that slave parade mode. Then, when the door opens, you jump to it and we all leave together down the hall, out the fire escape door, into my car, and back to freedom. Good plan, right? “

  Sharer produced a couple short whips from under her bed and handed one to Swampy.

  “Good plan, right, ladies? “

  Sharer and Swampy used non-whip wielding hands to begin tearing away Jackie’s clothing, popping buttons and ripping skirt material.

  “Oh, careful, don’t rip it. I’ll need to put all these clothes right back on when we’re done going through the motions here. “

  They kept ripping, pulling and stretching, rapidly revealing Jackie’s lush pale body. Their too realistic play-acting was making Jackie angry.

  “Hey, be careful! We could get pulled over by police as we speed away from this hell hole. I don’t want to look so disheveled I won’t be credible to them. “

  Sharer’s eyes were gobbling up Jackie’s revealed skin and lingered appreciatively on her nipple-ring weighted heaving breasts. Swampy pushed her face close to Jackie’s and looked steadily into her eyes as she viciously tore away her final shred of clothing, her panties.

  Sharer turned to Swampy, “Swampy, will you please share with me a whipping delivered to this status ignorant slave? You know I cannot do it unless you also will. “

  “I’ll be happy to, Sharer. I’ll take her backside, you can have her front. “

  As they assumed their agreed stations Jackie had more than an inkling things were not developing well for her. They were such good actresses, she thought, they were even fooling her into thinking they were dedicated slaves.

  “Make it look good, but don’t whip hard, I’ll need to be able to sit in the driver seat. If you’re good with those whips I think you can make them snap without even contacting my skin. “

  SCHWACK! Across the middle of both ass cheeks a trail of meteoric fire.

  SCHWACK! Across her torso, just millimeters below her breasts, a trickle of splashed lava.

  Jackie yelled and twisted, chained manacles clinking together.

  More
and more slashing splashing pain. Sharer and Swampy were putting all their strength and concentration into it. The pain did not just go on and on. It built upon itself. While the pain built Jackie’s self-control dismantled. Her yells turned into screams, her screams eventually into lost soul groans of torment.

  Jackie was in danger to losing herself to the pain. She knew it. She may only have a few moments of purposeful consciousness left. She had to make sure they were fully on board with the plan, that no adjustments were needed. Other than having one of them drive her car, of course. In ten minutes, or however long this whipping was going to last, she would be in too much ongoing pain to drive. One of these strong-armed expert whipping bitches would have to do the duty. Did they even realize how much they were hurting their rescuer?

  Jackie gulped back a groan-scream. Her voice was a croak, “You’re all good with the plan? “

  She saw Sharer’s calmly sympathetic dark face float into view very near, “It was a good plan, Fishy. “

  How did Sharer know her name? How did Sharer know to call her Fishy? Perhaps Swampy had overheard Jones and had mentioned it to Sharer in some other slave exercise. That didn’t seem realistic. Why was Swampy here in place of Carol Milligan? Was it all some kind of set up? Maybe she could find out just by asking. Maybe it would jog Sharer’s memory in more ways than one, make her remember she was really Shara.

  “Do you know where Carol Milligan is? Do you know where they put her? “

  Sharer smiled a warm genuine smile, “Sure, Fishy. She’s right here. Or was. Swampy was once called Carol Milligan before finding her true self. “

  Jackie blinked and finally allowed the full picture to come together. She’d been tricked again and again by others but now, this time, she had fooled herself. She hadn’t thought the subservient bimbo Swampy could possibly be Milligan. Had not even entertained the idea.

  Shara and Carol were not being held here against their will, at least not any longer. Sharer and Swampy were content in the Institute’s suite/cell, happy to follow the orders of Wayne Jones, thrilled to serve their new king. They wouldn’t leave even if the doors were all wide open. There would be no “escape” for them and so there would be no escape for Jacqueline Thorpe.

  Wayne Jones’ plans would not unravel. They would continue to unfold.

  “No! “

  “Your mouth says ‘No’ but your soul says ‘Yes’. “

  At least the two former Psychoanalysts, now slaves, were no longer whipping her. Sharer was petting her hair and cheeks. Swampy was gently squeezing both painfully lashed bottom cheeks. The tender fondling hurt but felt good. Sharer’s caresses were an intimate invasion of her personal space but still welcome.

  Jackie realized she should have recognized their lack of true cooperation and their trickiness in getting her to shackle herself cooperatively. It was so obvious! What was she thinking? How couldn’t she see where it was all going? Or… had part of her known… a newly awakened part eager to continue on the dark path? Dear God, had she been tricked into entrapment or did she cooperate in her own capture?

  Their touches felt good. Sharer was hefting the weight of both breasts and grinding thumbprints into her nipples. Swampy reached between her legs from behind her and wiggled curious fingers in her curiously wet folds.

  Jackie almost wished they were still whipping her. Anything might be better than their corrupting pleasures. My God, I’ve just found out my plan is shot and my freedom is forfeit yet I’m impossibly hot, thought Jackie. This isn’t right, none of this. These bitches are pleasuring me only to defeat me!

  By arching her back Jackie was able to push her breasts more heavily into Sharer’s hands while jamming her crotch against those scouting fingers of Swampy.

  “Oh, it feels so good! “

  “Of course it does, little Fishy. “

  Jackie’s eyes were closed and she couldn’t concentrate on anything other than the pleasures and the pains. She didn’t know which slave said what but they sounded confident and self-satisfied. Those stupid bitches. She’d come to rescue them and this was the thanks she got? Still, she couldn’t deny her own body was grateful for their ministrations. It was bizarre but she felt like thanking them!

  Jackie supposed they were pleasuring her now in order to create a positive association with her comprehension of her failed and dangerous situation. She had to admit it was working. A little bit. She knew lesser women would have fallen for it by now hook, line, and sinker. Not her. She couldn’t. Her free will was at stake. Her individuality. She could not take the bait!

  Her hips were in autopilot. They arched her rear and ground her hot pussy all over Swampy’s hand. Swampy balled that hand into a fist and Swampy just fought to keep it in place as Jackie slid and twisted her pussy on the knuckles. That pussy just wanted sensation and didn’t care if it was pleasure or pain. It was all the same. Her pussy wanted as much sensation as it could get and didn’t care how it was gained, who provided it, or what it cost her.

  Sharer rolled both nipples harshly between her thumbs and fingers, “Do you like this, Fishy? “

  “Mmmmm. “

  Sharer leaned in and licked her ear lobe just before and just after she spoke, “You need it you sexy bitch, you’re out of control of yourself and we’re in control of you. You’re just a hot, sexy, wonderful pussy on legs. “

  If Jackie were capable of rational thought she’d marvel at how she could be so ashamed and yet curiously proud of her passionate nature. Unable to think clearly while she desperately tightened her wounded buttocks and ground her enflamed pussy insistently backward into Swampy’s slick fist she still felt both emotions deeply and they both stoked her arousal into a wildfire.

  With her swollen pussy lips rolled by Swampy’s fist and Sharer tonguing her ear while using the conveniently wide nipple rings to harshly tug, Jackie climaxed. Her orgasm was savage and prolonged. The profound sensations and her jittering hips caused droplets of pussy oil to spatter on the room’s gray marble imitation floor.

  “Aaaargh! Ahhhhhhh! Oh, oh, oh. “Her cries were pleasing to all three of them.

  Jackie’s thin wrists took her entire weight as her spent body hung from the manacles, her feet dragging haphazardly on the floor.

  Some things were being said but her mind couldn’t decode the words until Swampy slapped her face twice with the same wet hand Jackie had come all over.

  “Disrespectful slave! Don’t soak selfishly in your own pleasure. You should already be at attention ready to take orders, ready to please. “

  Jackie got her feet under her shakily and actually heard herself mumbling an apology.

  Both women were looking at her up and down, clearly enjoying the state she was in. Swampy stared into her eyes, gauging, “Be fair, Fishy. Don’t you owe us for the pleasure we just gave you? “

  Jackie stammered, “Oh, yes. Of course, I’m sorry. Anything you want. I’ll do anything for you. “Jackie was dismayed by her simpering eagerness but also felt her lust spark and flame up all over again. Being forced to say things was so hot!

  “We’ll give you the opportunity to repay our kindnesses. As more senior slaves than you, what should you do for us? What could show the proper respect for our favors while also showing the proper lack of respect for lowly Fishy? “

  “I don’t know. Anything. Whatever you want. I’ll… lick your pussies. “Jackie felt heat on her already red face.

  “That’s nice, but… maybe you could do something else… on the other side… between our ass cheeks…. “

  Jackie worked her mouth, horrified and shamed, but still hot and eager to please. Suddenly, words poured out, “I’ll do it. Let me lick your assholes. I’ll suck them for you. Please. I’ll do it so good for you. Please. “

  Jackie saw Swampy and Sharer were both smiling widely and their nipples were quite hard. As hard as Jacki
e’s whose nipples and breasts were so blood-engorged they were defying the weight of the ridiculously heavy nipple rings.

  “All right. For you. We’ll let you clean our butt holes with your mouth. However, you’re so eager, you’ll still owe us. We’ll figure that out later, though. “

  Sharer picked up the remote control Swampy had tossed on her bed, pressed a button on it, and machinery hummed and chains jangled as Jackie was lowered onto her knees. At first her arms still stretched above her head but the humming and jangling continued until her still manacled hands had extensive freedom of movement.

  Swampy turned, backed up towards Jackie, and leaned forward with her hands on her knees, “Do it, Fishy. Get that slut mouth to work. “

  Jackie knew such an act was reprehensible and totally alien for her. Not ever part of her sexual repertoire nor had she ever thought it would be. She even remembered friends at school making a reference to it and everyone laughing hilariously. She looked at Sharer. She was standing near, looking eager to see, and perhaps eager to get her own turn.

  Jackie could hardly believe her fellow professional was watching her about to go down on another professional’s ass. She didn’t know if having a watcher increased her trepidation. It certainly made the flames in her own pussy flare higher. She guessed she was a little bit of an exhibitionist. And a whole lot of a slut. And, maybe, a full blown submissive.

  She figured only a submissive could be at all aroused, let alone this aroused, under these circumstances. Was she really going to do this? Of course she was.

  Jackie used her manacled hands to grip Swampy’s waist to hold her place and then crammed her face into Swampy’s ass crease. Swampy had generous sexy butt cheeks so her crack was deep and it was a moment of nose-burrowing struggle before Jackie could find and reach her anus.

  She found the crinkled circle, swiped it once with her tongue, withdrew to roll up saliva in her suddenly wildly salivating mouth and used her tongue to splash wetness all around and all over it. It was easy to tell she was doing good work.