Mastering Jacqueline

by Jordan Church

  Fishy swayed.

  “Those are not the real reasons you’re going to do it. Those would just be convenient excuses. You will sign it because you know it is your destiny. More than that, you know this is what you need. “

  A thought floated up in Fishy’s mind, “If… I do… you’re going to give me to Robert Arlington. I’ll… have to live in that box? “

  Jones chuckled, “I did consider it. Actually, I even originally agreed to it. I’ll have to reward him in some other way he finds acceptable. I’m very confident we’ll reach an agreement and that particular fate for you will be avoided. “

  “Then what would you do with me? “

  “Will. Will do, Fishy. The answer to that question is none of your business, slave. Now, sign it before my indulgence runs out. “

  Her own fate was none of her business! Because… she was a slave.

  “If… if I did… would you release Melissa? “

  “I don’t bargain with slaves. I have you completely so you have nothing to give me in return. Melissa -- her real name is now Wiggle Tongue -- is a perfectly useful slave. Why would I let her go? I wouldn’t. Now, sign it. “

  He was so harsh with her but… it didn’t feel out of place. A slave needed a firm hand, commands, a true Dominant in order to operate properly. A slave is just a body, the Dominant was the mind commanding that body.

  When Fishy bent to place the first signature she heard Wiggle Tongue gasp in surprised horror. Fishy signed all the documents and each time she signed ‘Jacqueline Thorpe’ she felt like a forger. As she signed the final signature to each of the three documents Sharer or Swampy snatched them away.

  Jones gave orders crisp and casual, “File them. Make several copies and put them in the usual locations. Put the originals in the safe. “ Fishy’s co-slaves hurried to obey and it left Jones alone with Fishy and Wiggle Tongue.

  Jones stared at her. After half a minute in which she did not speak or move other than to breath he nodded and smiled his approval.

  “You wait to be told what to do. Good. That is completely correct. That’s the easy part. Naturally, the other requirement of your new life, the most important part, is then doing whatever it is your life superiors instruct. Do it immediately, without question or hesitation, and do whatever it is to the best of your ability. Even if it is not in your own best interest, even if it is in direct conflict with your best interests. I no longer want you interested in your own best interest. “

  Fishy stood motionless, nakedly empty. She felt a surprising lack of emotion other than an overwhelming emptiness. She didn’t know if it was the need for and lack of penetration by a cock or dildo. She didn’t think that was it. Was it a sense of loss due to the departure of her soul from the bargain she’d struck and lost? No, nothing so dramatic. She felt empty because she had no orders, no nasty deeds in progress, not yet, and she was waiting to be filled.

  “My little slave, it is one thing to hump an unknown slave, and quite another to knowingly have sex with your pretty once-innocent neighbor. Fishy, spread your legs wide as can be while standing so neighbor Melissa, now Wiggle Tongue, can practice her talent on your pussy. Keep your eyes on her, one hand strumming your clitoris, the other poking a finger up your ass until you come in her mouth. Do my slaves both understand? “

  “Yes, Master. “Wiggle Tongue responded immediately and scrambled to get in position.

  “Yes. “Fishy awkwardly assumed the commanded position. Dimly she was surprised Wiggle Tongue -- Melissa -- called Wayne Jones ‘Master’ and was concerned Jones would mistakenly expect the same from her.

  It hurt the aching Fishy to have her feet so wide because all of her leg muscles were rigid to maintain her balance. She was a little angry that Wiggle Tongue’s bare ass was resting on her ankles. Why didn’t the silly girl kneel up to make it easier on Fishy? Was she too stupid to see the hardship it caused Fishy? Fishy realized it was unfair to be angry at the poor girl and odd she saved no anger at all for Jones. It was unfair… but life was unfair.

  Fishy felt a lot less anger when Wiggle Tongue put her namesake to work up and down and then inside Fishy’s needy center. Fishy looked down her body. Seeing Wiggle Tongue’s wide light blue eyes looking back up at her as she tongued caused a spike of lust to balloon in Fishy’s body and mind. Her pretty neighbor used to look up to her figuratively and now she was looking up literally. They were now both equal, equally low, in their slavery. Wiggle Tongue’s slavery was due to Fishy’s own failure to protect. Now they were slaves, seemingly forever. It was good so far.

  Fishy couldn’t help glancing up at Jones and he looked stern. She realized why and put her right index finger to work rubbing her clitoris and shoved her left middle finger up her ass with no preparation.

  The combination of sensations was impossibly good. Fishy knew she may come at any moment and hoped it would please Wayne Jones when she did.

  “Fishy. “

  She looked up at him, her body vibrating with pleasure as Wiggle Tongue’s tongue wiggled, her rigid finger stroked her clitoris, and her fingernail scraped the inner wall of her rectum.

  “Are you enjoying your slavery thus far, Fishy? “

  The last thing she wanted was to try to have a conversation. She just wanted to enjoy. She hesitated, thought about ignoring him, then mentally shook herself. What she wanted was not important or at all significant. What Wayne Jones wanted was all important. He wanted an answer.

  “Yes. “

  “There is something lacking in your demeanor. You should address me properly. “

  It was hard to concentrate with the fingers fiddling and the laving tongue submitting her body to impossible pleasures.

  She knew what he wanted but asked anyway, perhaps trying to buy a tiny amount of time, “You want me to call you Master? “

  “I am your Master and you are one of my slaves so…”

  The tongue wiggled and thrust, the concept of slavery wormed into her mind, need sliding into her soul.

  “Perhaps a smart girl like you, slave or not, needs to be reasoned with. After all, I don’t want you calling me Master out of fear of the whip. No, desire for the whip should be why you call me Master. Your everyday life has been a lie, or at least hollow. You want to be the true you now. You are a slave, and I am your Master. The evidence; Here you are. Look at all I have done for you. I have broken you to my will. Under my direction -- and that of my people -- you have experienced more sex, more orgasms, and I’m sure higher quality orgasms then ever before. “

  Jones paused, walking in a relaxed circle around her while waves of pleasure lapped outward from Wiggle Tongue’s lapping mouth.

  “I’ve broadened your sexual spectrum in so many regards. Before I reformed you your sexual range was probably missionary, cowgirl, and some light oral heading up to them. Now you’ve done multiple partners, lesbian, full come-swallowing oral, anal, and so forth and would enjoy any position as long as it was commanded. I brought sexual restraint and toys into your sexual world when we invaded. At one time, only simple direct pleasure rewarded you sexually. Now pleasure is joined by pain, by humiliation, by submission and obedience. “

  Fishy’s mind could no more deny the entry of Jones’ corruptive concepts than her pussy could deny entry to that wet muscular tongue.

  “Once your range of people you could consider viable sexual partners was quite narrow; males only, age about equal to yourself -- perhaps a year or two younger -- up to as much as ten years older. Limiting it further they had to be good-looking, well-educated, and probably white. Religion may also have been a limiting factor. Now, quite simply, you’ll fuck whoever I tell you to fuck. Much older men, women, the ugly and the out of shape, any background including those of poor education. You already have; Dr. Robert Arlington and his toy secretary Hannah, Anni, Monica better known as Firecrotch, and, of cour
se, Little Johnson. I give you that gift of exponentially expanding your viable sexual partners. “

  Fishy knew that what he was saying would sound alien and wrong to her predecessor, Jacqueline Thorpe, but, to Fishy every word sounded like pearls of wisdom. That mouth between her legs felt ungodly good and she felt a flowering of gratitude.

  “I am your Master because I know you even better than you know yourself. I knew you were a submissive who secretly yearned to be tamed. You want others to tell you what to do, to be forced to do things you would never do of your own accord. You’ll call me Master because I am your Master and nothing will fulfill you more than truthfully calling me your Master and reminding yourself of your place in life every time you address your Lord and King. “

  Fishy could sense Jackie deep down trying to surface to gain a breath of sense. Before she could come close, Fishy tried to say something, she didn’t know what, but there were only two words that could make it past her teeth.

  “Yes, Master. “

  Just like that, like handcuffs closing, it all clicked in place mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. He was her Master, she was his slave, she was anyone’s to use and abuse as they wished. Her slave cunt flooded with pussy juice. Wiggle Tongue rapidly licked up the flow with a happy mew and Fishy’s pussy kept flexing, pushing out more juice onto that agile young tongue.

  Wiggle Tongue felt amazement. Master Jones had done it! He had mastered Jacqueline Thorpe and forced her to accept perpetual slavery. He had turned Jacqueline into Fishy!

  Wiggle Tongue thought everything was so much more vivid. Their lives now were like the startling improvement in detail when a short-sighted person was fitted with glasses. Wiggle Tongue knew every microscopic detail of being on her knees between the legs of her former neighbor Jackie, now Fishy, licking away at her rapidly leaking pussy. How could she love the taste, the state she was in, the things she was made to do? She couldn’t but she did.

  Hearing her more mature and confident friend abandon her freedom and acknowledge Jones as her Master made Wiggle Tongue feel much better about her own previous capitulation. If strong Jackie was no match for this Master then Wiggle Tongue could hardly be blamed for her own utter slavery.

  Wiggle Tongue knew she would remember these sensations, thoughts, and emotions forever. Remember and treasure them.

  Under Jones’ steady gaze and Wiggle Tongue’s hardworking tonguing Fishy felt a tremendous orgasm build and build, an impossibly high wave of sensation and emotional abandon about to crash down.

  The orgasm crashed down.

  Jones maneuvered behind her and casually stepped close to her. He lowered his mouth to hover an inch above the delicate skin between her neck and shoulder. He waited for the exact moment, knew the wave was cresting, and right then clamped down with his teeth, delivering a vicious bite he knew would leave a bruised chew mark.

  The unexpected pain joined the overwhelming pleasure as an equal and the power of Fishy’s orgasm multiplied. It crashed down with soul-crushing force. Fishy lost muscular control and began to fall to the floor. Jones caught her and lowered her gently to the floor.

  An unknown time passed before Fishy came to her senses on the cool floor. Stressed squeals of pleasure brought her fully conscious. She lifted her head and saw Jones and Wiggle Tongue sitting on one bed. Jones hand was between her thighs and she was writhing and cumming on those skilled fingers. After an elongated orgasm she hugged the arm then fell back on the bed, her legs dangling off.

  Jones saw Fishy was conscious. He pulled his wet hand out from between Wiggle Tongue’s wet thighs and reached it out to Fishy as if he was offering her a lift up from the floor.

  “My hand is soiled with this slave’s sap. Clean it with your mouth, slave. “

  “Yes, Master. “The words were out and Fishy rolled onto all fours before she could even think. As she licked the palm and then sucked the fingers she felt like a stranger within herself but also enjoyed the demeaning task. He made her do things she would never consider on her own and she loved it. The worse, the better.

  “Would you like a cock to fuck you? “

  “Yes. Yes, Master. “She felt a stab of lust. Fucked by Wayne Jones! The final coup-de-tat!

  “You’ll be fucked by your new Master, not me. “

  “But…! No, please! “

  “I have pressing matters. Besides, you’re still not truly worthy of me. “

  The words rung true in Fishy’s beleaguered mind. She felt frustrated arousal. Despite her orgasm, or possibly because of how massive it was, Fishy felt ready for more sex. More like desperate for it but she really didn’t feel worthy of Wayne Jones. He was an advanced intelligence and she was just some bottom feeder.

  Jones added to his comments as if to comfort her, “At any rate, I came earlier in Wiggle Tongue’s luscious young pussy. Perhaps it will give you some satisfaction that the load you sucked out of her was my own. The man I give you to will no doubt fuck his new permanent personal slave immediately. Wiggle Tongue, get your lazy ass up. You two take a right out this door, take a right at the first hallway intersection, then go through the double doors at the end. That room will be your new home here at the Institute. The man who comes through that door -- no matter who it is -- is your new Master and you will do everything he says just as if his orders are my own. “

  The slaves stood side by side, hesitant.

  “Yes, you go alone. You don’t need any force applied or some guard, do you? Where would you go? You’re slaves now and you know it. Wiggle Tongue, go back to your assigned room. Fishy, do as instructed. “

  “But, Master! “Fishy felt panic. All this and she wouldn’t even be fucked by Master Jones?

  “One day, perhaps, Fishy. Do as you’re told, prove yourself obedient a hundred times over and… maybe. If it is convenient and I’m not too busy. “

  Fishy opened her mouth, closed it, then turned and left in a hurry to comply with Master’s wishes.

  Chapter 12

  Fishy was confused.

  Most of the doors in the hallway were single doors. This room had double doors. Inside… it was not a bedroom… not a room originally meant for long term occupancy…

  It was a big indoor swimming pool! There was also a round hot tub in one corner, racks of towels… and, over in another corner, yes, there was a bed.

  A waterbed!

  She heard footsteps approaching out in the hallway. Her new Master! My God!

  She turned and tried to pose sexily for him while still standing at the edge of the pool. It felt awkward and she knew she was damp and bedraggled from previous events but she wanted to look as sexy as possible for her new Master. Pleasing him was now job one and she knew pleasing him physically would mentally please the amazing Master Jones.

  He entered, looked at her, spread his fat lips in a slow grin, and his belly shook when he giggled.

  Wilrey’s delight was inversely proportional to Fishy’s horror.

  Wilrey’s amusement did not stop him from issuing sharp confident orders and Fishy’s horror did not stop her from following every one of them to the best of her ability.

  After sucking his fat cock to hardness on her knees -- it didn’t take long -- and gently undressing him, they were soon both in the pool in waist deep lukewarm water. He pushed her against the cement side and pressed her hard-nippled breasts down against the little tiles leading up to the edge of the pool. He penetrated her pussy from the rear. He called her foul names and rattled off a nasty list of deeds he would make her perform over her lifetime. It fueled her dread and stoked her lust.

  She couldn’t keep track of everything he said but later on one snippet of conversation would stand out, glowing in her mind in an almost legendary form.

  “You’re a good catch for someone like me, aren’t you? “

  “Uh, uh, uh, u
h, umm, uh, I guess so. “

  “Address your owner properly! “

  “I guess so… Master. “

  “You fucking know so. “He kept driving that fat cock into her as if he was driving home his point and her new slave status.

  As she was fucked with disregard Fishy looked up and noticed other people were all around the large pool. She hadn’t even noticed them enter. His abusive proclamations and her wavering moans of arousal had deafened her to their entry and movements.

  She saw a couple of the other guards up on ladders installing cameras in the corners of the room. She would be under constant video surveillance perhaps for the rest of her life. Even when Master Wilrey -- she didn’t even know his full name -- wasn’t with her she’d never know when he was watching.

  Somehow worse, she saw two dozen women, clearly slave ‘inmates’, naked except for most of them sporting tattoos and / or pierce rings, painting the walls of the room in bright colors. They were adding to previous paint work Fishy hadn’t noticed at first. Painting coral, fishes, underwater seaweed, bubbles, and even a mock sunken ship with a demonic-looking Octopus peering out from a tear in the wood ship’s side.

  They were turning the entire swimming pool room into a huge aquarium! A suitable home for a Fishy!

  Wilrey was pleased to shoot his sperm home into his first personal slave and basked in Fishy’s scream of orgasmic delight and horror.

  ***

  Wayne Jones walked free and alone from Building C of the Institute of Submission. The cement path led toward the facilities parking lot where he knew a van was waiting for him. His modern jester, Little Johnson, was behind the wheel and, in the back seat, sat the lovely and skilled ladies, Firecrotch and Flamepussy. The comfortable passenger seat in front was empty and waiting. His mobile throne. Jones knew any seat he sat upon, whether stool or bench or toilet or finely upholstered leather bucket seat, instantly became a throne. If anyone ever doubted it he would have slaves polish the furniture in question with their tongues.