Subduing Jacqueline

by Jordan Church

  She thought to knee him in the crotch but he seemed to be aware of that possibility and was standing sideways. His fingers rippled pleasurable pressure back and forth across her pussy. Incredibly, Becca could feel her labia plumping with blood flow.

  Becca stopped trying to kick him realizing it could escalate the situation into violence and potentially place her in greater danger. The kicks weren’t working anyway. He seemed to have a strange strength while she felt weaker than usual.

  Through her panties Jones’ fingers gathered and pinched the flesh around her clitoris. Becca felt a spike of unexpected sexual pleasure through the discomfort.

  She had to act. Pinned and immobile with Jones’ hand having its way with her sex, her prospects didn’t look good. The hand was getting rougher, gripping the bunched pussy flesh through her panties and jiggling up and down. As it got rougher Becca was surprised the pleasurable thrills increased, pulsing higher and higher. What he was doing was intolerable. So were her reactions to it.

  Becca was feeling a sharp urgency. She had to get away. Didn’t she? She gasped and shook her head. Her panties dampened with her fast flowing juices. She moaned. This bald nut was turning her on! What was wrong with her? She had to make it stop. The logical part of her brain shrieked in protest, but her body yearned for more. She bucked her hips, making his fingers pull viciously at her sweet secret flesh and then ground forward for firmer contact with his leg and fingers. Was she trying to get away by shaking his hand loose? Oh, what was wrong with her? She hadn’t meant to do that, her hips had just acted.

  It was all she could do to bite her lower lip and embrace the pain as an island of sanity and control in order to stop the lusty moans that wanted out. She knew she had to rein in her pussy before it just bucked and bucked and bucked right into some kind of orgasm. My God, she thought, I can’t let this freak bring me off!

  The self-inflicted pain in her lower lip suddenly reminded her she had another possible course of action. Her voice! She could call for help. It was her best hope for rescue, but she hesitated, embarrassed by her situation and wondering what the guards would think if they found her in a sexually compromising position with a patient. Ms. Carter had fired staff for sexual relations with patients in the past. Would Ms. Carter blame her? Jones’ fingers released her bunched pussy flesh, allowing an influx of blood to rush the area and that caused an increase in unsettling pleasure and a flood of fluids. His confident fingers rolled and brushed the soaked panty to the side of her slit, divided her damp pubic hair, then slid down and up firm and complete into her vagina.

  “Oh, youuu. . . “ Instinctively she stood as high as possible on her tiptoes, trying to rise up off the invading fingers but they simply followed, stuck firmly in her saturated but still tight vagina. Some analytical part of her standing to the side of the situation noted Jones did not plunge his fingers up and down like a mini-cock but was actually twisting them to and fro in semi-circles like a washing machine. The motion kept his fingers deep and allowed him to continuously roll the ball of his thumb against her clitoral hood. The thumb pressed deeply and released pressure again and again, inducing blood to rush to the area and fatten the clitoris, bringing extreme sensitivity and extreme pleasure.

  Instead of helping her escape his clutches, rising onto her tiptoes made her more helpless and now her voice, her potential avenue of escape, worked against her to egg him on, “Oh, ohhhh, oh, ohh. God. Fuck! “

  Jones was calm, his eyes warmly analytical, his mouth twisted into a patronizing half-smile, “God of Fuck? I like that. If you’d like to worship me I will allow you. “

  His fingers twisted in her pussy with extra harshness.

  “Oh, you! No! Quit it. Quit it. Stop. Please! “

  You’re obviously hysterical, Pretty Toy. Why would you want to stop receiving all this divine pleasure? You should embrace your new destiny. It makes no sense. Since Pretty Toy is hysterical, no, wait, hysterical is not the correct term. Malfunctioning! Since Pretty Toy is malfunctioning I’ll make the decisions from now on. I’ll make all the decisions! “

  Jones’ pressuring thumb and penetrating fingertips dug deeper into her delicate folds and pinched towards each other, apparently trying to do the impossible and make contact through her flesh. It was uncomfortable, disturbing and a bit painful to Becca. It was also wonderful. It was too wonderful.

  “No, no, no, no. Ohhhhhhhhh, no, ohhhhhhh,” Becca’s distress needed verbal release. What the hell, she thought, why were her hips bucking up against his hand as if… she wanted this? It seemed like her pussy wanted more contact, more of everything, even more pain. Her pussy was rebelling and making its own decision. A bad one!

  Jones continued talking. He seemed to enjoy the sound of his own voice. “With all decisions handled for you by me you will be able to focus your programming on your central missions, Pretty Toy. One, feel physical, mental, and emotional pleasure at every sensation I give you and every act I command you to complete. Two, focus on your main task which is to please me. Give yourself over to your destiny and never look back. “

  This Jones guy was a certifiable lunatic, saying crazy things. On the other hand, the pleasure flowed steady and strong, commanding all her attention. It was making it hard for her to think, hard to resist. Jones’ crazy words, spoken so matter-of-fact, made them sound… almost sensible. She shook her head, trying to dislodge the ideas seeded in her brain. She knew she had to stop them from sprouting, growing into foul ideas, overgrowing her will and sense of self-determination. Could she actually just give in to him and start doing anything and everything he dictated? To Becca it was a nightmarish but tempting prospect. No! She must resist this insanity!

  “Noooo. Mr. Jones, just stop. Ummm, uh, just please. Please, oh, please! “

  “If you want me to stop why are you grunting and moaning and pushing your pussy on my hand? “

  The words actually made her buck her hips harder. Her pubic mound smashed against his pinching thumb and fingers, “Because, ahhh. Ahhhhhhh! “

  “Is it because it feels so good? “

  “Yes, dammit, it feels soooo good. God! “

  “Is it also because you love it? You love what I’m doing to you? “

  “Yes, yes, that’s why. It just feels so good! “

  “Pretty Toy, you must pay attention. I said ‘love’. “His left hand released her pinned shoulder and he mauled her breasts roughly, quickly locating one hard nipple on her right breast and pinching viciously.

  “Aahgh. No! “

  He added pressure to his grip through her top and bra and twisted the nipple through her clothing, thanks to how erect it had become from the hand fucking. Becca knew Jones would find it significant that, despite the pain and her cries of protest, she still pushed her pussy hard onto his fingers and made no effort to escape. She didn’t care what he thought. All that was important was the pleasure and the pain, the pain and the pleasure, the pleasure-pain.

  “What was it I said, Pretty Toy? “

  “You… aaaah, you said I love it. “

  “Good. Good girl. Now, how does Pretty Toy feel? What emotion do you feel? “

  On some level, despite her aroused passions, she still noted that Jones seemed to hold his breath, waiting for her answer as if this was something crucial. Becca could feel it, too. Her eyes rose to his and cleared a little despite the potent mingling of pleasure and pain. She blinked, knowing her response was important. Not as important as continuing and increasing that pleasure, somehow getting those fingers deeper in her pussy, swallowing them with her pussy lips. Not as important as twisting her torso to and fro, not to escape, but to increase the stretch and pain on her nipples as his vice grip switched between them. Fuck it. Whatever he wanted she would just give him. He’d made it clear what he wanted to hear and it didn’t feel like a lie when she said it.

  “I feel love! I l
ove it! “

  The hand at her pussy applied so much pressure she slid a few inches up the wall. She squealed like a wounded rabbit. Her hands were on his shoulders. They were not trying to push him away but her fingers were gripping him tightly. They were in this together now.

  Becca realized she was getting more pleasure than pain. Jones seemed to think that wasn’t fair. She thought Jones must definitely have a sense of fair play because he sought to increase her pain to a level that would come to match her pleasure. She knew he couldn’t squeeze the nipple any harder than he already was, at least not through her shirt and bra. His right hand, soaked in her juices, was having fun wreaking havoc in her pussy. So he leaned in and down and bit her on the side of the neck.

  “Ah! Ahh! Stop! No! “

  Her cries seemed to delight him. His teeth clamped harder on her delicate neck skin and he even ground his teeth back and forth a little. She felt her neck muscles stiffen instinctively but she dared not pull away or the teeth could rip her skin. She knew he must be leaving a nasty bruised imprint of his front teeth on the side of her neck. She wondered how she would explain that mark to people who saw it. Was Jones trying to mark her as his territory? Was she now an added territory in King Jones’ kingdom?

  “No, oooh! It hurts! Stop! “

  He must have thought he was overdoing the pain because he relaxed the finger pincers on her abused nipple which allowed blood to rush back into the bud, then sawed the fingers of his right hand faster and possibly even deeper into her pussy. He was still biting her throat, though. Becca wondered for a fearful moment if Jones was some kind of vampire but knew he wasn’t breaking the skin.

  “Oh, please. Please! “

  Jones pulled his teeth off her neck to speak into her ear. “You are a polite and pretty toy. Since you asked so sweetly I grant your request. You may orgasm. “

  His hand at her pussy gripped a handful of slick sensitized flesh and he jerked her back and forth. He pulled her groin towards him, her toes tapping at the floor and then banged her back against the wall, smashing her ass. He did this again and again. Even through the pain, her thin arms around his neck cradled the ruthless predator, her soft cheek grazing the gray fuzz on his shaved head.

  His pushing and pulling hand was vicious. The harshness was painful to both her pussy and her ass. The pain was nothing compared to the sheer pleasure which was made somehow all the greater by the pain experienced. It made no sense but it was exactly what she wanted. No, what she needed and had not known she needed. It was the right combination to unlock her orgasm even in this bizarre situation. It was by far the greatest orgasm she’d ever known in her young life.

  “Ooooohh, yes, yes, yes, I’m doing it. I’m coming! “

  Her arms gripped him with all her power, her slim hips thrusting back rapid-fire, her verbalizations becoming animalistic. Jones kept her going, kept the orgasm growing hotter and more intense, like blowing on coals.

  She rode his hand and had orgasm after orgasm, four powerful ones and numerous smaller ones. It was Becca’s first ever multiple orgasm. She was sweaty and exhausted. Her passion still flared bright but her body could no longer sustain. She wound down, writhing much less vigorously, eyelids drooping in ecstatic exhaustion.

  Jones pulled his slippery digits out of her and his hand off her twitching pussy and then lifted her entirely in both arms. The chewed area of her neck was bright red and swollen. It was going to darken and bruise dramatically and would sport clear tooth marks. He’d marked her body to reflect the mark he’d left on her soul. Jones carried her to the narrow cell bed and laid her down.

  A little rest before the next step in the delicate toy manufacturing process…

  Chapter 2

  Jones watched her while she rested. He admired his bite mark on her neck. Jones enjoyed biting. He knew that lovers left hickeys on their partners supposedly as a psychological sign of possessiveness. Jones knew he was possessive. He was possessive of all his lovers. Lover was the wrong word. They were slaves, not lovers. He supposed his bites were a sadist’s version of possessiveness.

  When Jones bit a woman it made him feel like a vampire. He felt like he was a vampire, though not of the sort depicted in the movies. Vampires sucked life force out of people to sustain their own life force. Many victims fell in order to sustain a single vampire. Jones felt he was a bit like that. He took away their current way of life in order to improve his own quality of life.

  He also felt like a sexual saint for not having taken his own satisfaction despite his total control and ability to have done so. He had no intention of keeping that halo. Her pleasure had literally come first and repeatedly. Of course, that had nothing to do with chivalry. Even strong-willed women had a hard time denying him anything he set his sights on. A young girl like Becca, given so much overwhelming pleasure, would soon find it almost impossible to deny him anything. Exactly as it should be.

  When Becca woke nude in an unfamiliar location, her blue eyes darted around the room in alarm. The walls and ceiling were sterile white and she realized she was still in Jones’ suite at the Mental Health Center. She wished she wasn’t there. She wished she had never been there.

  Waking up inside a suite designed to contain mentally deranged persons made her feel highly vulnerable. She wished she was wearing clothes. The site of her own nudity made her feel ten times more vulnerable. Looking up to see Jones studying her made her feel a hundred times more vulnerable.

  Oh my God, thought Becca, that sick skinhead old freak shoved his fingers up her pussy. She had come. Actually, she hadn’t just come, she had had multiple orgasms. That was a first! It had been wonderful but how horrible that she had done it!

  At that moment Jones started tugging gently but insistently at her pubic hair. The sensation made her look down there. With shame she noted her dark little bush was plastered to her pubic mound and gleaming from her pussy juices.

  Jones’ cold eyes noted her alarm, “Wakey wakey, Pretty Toy. Time for you to perform the function you were built for. “

  Becca was groggy and off balance. “What? “

  “Fucking. Why else are you equipped with a pussy? That added feature clearly has a purpose. Fucking. “

  “Get your shitty hand off me, you sick creep! “

  “The staff members here seem to be insensitive to the needs of the patients. No wonder why the recovery rate is so low. I’m thankful I don’t have any mental issues to recover from or I’d begin to despair. “

  “Get away from me, Mr. Jones! “

  “You are slightly more respectful in use of title but not in tone. When I first met you I told you beauty is like a weapon. I’ll explain. You are beautiful. To utilize your beauty weapon you must exercise it in sex. Remember, a weapon unused is a useless weapon. No one wants to feel useless. I’m here to help you. “

  Becca thought Jones’s voice and word pattern both had a singsong hypnotic quality. It was doing something to her. She shook her head, not in denial, but just to try to clear it of the webs he was spinning.

  “Go to hell. “

  “That’s too bad. Pretty Toy is malfunctioning. I’ll need to hit the reset button. “

  Jones, less than average size himself but still far bigger than delicate Becca, grabbed her left bicep which was nearest to him and flipped her over onto her belly. The fact she was attempting to rise at the time actually assisted him. On her belly she levered her knees underneath to attempt to rise again but his left hand pinned her face to the pillow by pressing on the back of her thin neck. His right hand, covered with her dried secretions from their previous interlude, returned to work at her displayed pussy.

  Becca discovered she was helpless, blinded and partially muffled by the pillow he pressed against her face. She wanted to resist but it seemed so hopeless. Oddly, she was also worried that in violently struggling she might hurt him. It was a c
razy thought but he was a patient after all. That made her the responsible party. She actually felt guilty for all they had done and even felt herself make a down payment of guilt for what was about to happen.

  She stopped struggling but he kept her face pressed into the pillow and continued working about her pussy, spreading the outer and inner lips, fingers pinning them aside and making her pussy gape, cool air rushing in.

  Where the hell was the damn guard? She managed to twist her eyes towards the door to the room and saw it was still open. The fool hadn’t closed the door! If she could yell out a guard anywhere up or down the ward hallway would hear and come to her assistance.

  His index and middle fingers pushed in and out of her vagina while the pad of his thumb palpitated her clitoris, “Ahhh, here is that reset button. “

  “Ahhhh. “Her “ahhhh” was of a far different tone and nature than his.

  She couldn’t let this happen again. Since she didn’t have the physical strength, she was going to need help. Jones was distracted trying to overwhelm her pussy with sensation and the grip on her neck had loosened. Becca mustered her strength and reared up with all her weak might. It was enough to raise her face several inches off the pillow just long enough for her to yell, “Guard! “

  He muffled further cries by pushing her face back into the pillow.

  He continued working at her defenseless glistening pussy. When he spoke he did not sound angry at all, “Pretty Toy, when I hit your reset button apparently I put you on the wrong setting. I’d meant to switch you to “Monogamous Service” so you would give me all your attention. However, it seems I have accidentally set you on “Multiple Sexual Partners”. Why else would you want the guard to join us? “

  Becca was angry now. This guy was molesting her, mistreating her, disrespecting her, and now he was mocking her attempt to get help. Like Wilrey, or whoever the guard was, would actually join them in some perverted three-way.