Subduing Jacqueline

by Jordan Church

  Although Becca was furious with Jones, she was even angrier at her own body. Her pussy streamed with juice, her knees trembled, and the extreme pleasure Jones induced made it hard for her to think coherently. Humiliating recollections flashed through her mind. Jones, mocking her. Her body, selling out. Jones, suggesting pasty fat-faced Wilrey could join in and have at her. Recalling the exquisite humiliation spurred new waves of pleasure in her body. She grunted and issued a long reluctant moan, her body stiffening and pushing her hot pussy into the palm of Jones’ hand. She was so angry and hot, troubled and aroused.

  She pictured Wilrey shoving his pale thick cock into her wet defenseless pussy. Mentally, she clung to the picture like she was drowning as a way to tame her arousal. Instead, it had the opposite effect. The more she pictured Wilrey’s cock shafting into her little pussy the hotter she became.

  Jones flipped her onto her back, grabbed both her ankles in his hands and lifted her legs up and back until her feet spread wide and even with her face. This raised her ass off the mattress and it quivered just inches from his arched hard on. Dimly, she realized he was about to screw her. She knew she should struggle to stop him but stopping him didn’t seem as important to her as the pleasure she stood to gain if he fucked her.

  If he did fuck her that would just be completely unprofessional of her. Besides, who knew where an accomplished pervert like Jones had stuck his cock in the past? So many women! This was horrible, unthinkable. Becca was embarrassed by the lewd acts of copulation her mind conjured. But her pussy wasn’t embarrassed. It was all for getting fucked, absolutely insistent.

  Desperately, Becca cried out again for help, contradicting the longings of her pussy. “Guard! Guard! “ Becca knew guards anywhere on the wing would hear her passionate pleas for help. Any second now, someone would arrive at the room to rescue her.

  Jones seemed unconcerned by Becca’s loud cries echoing in the small room. Even though Jones had no actual history of violence, with a small chill, Becca considered the possibility Jones had done something terrible to the guards.

  “Pay attention, Pretty Toy,” Jones said. “I am going to inaugurate you off the assembly line with the gift of my cock. No champagne bottle so my cock has to do the job. Plus, I need to quality test your pussy. After all, I wouldn’t want to put my brand name on an inferior product. “

  With a delighted smile Jones shoved his cock deep into her wetly grasping pussy. Becca gave a grunting, agonized but delighted cry in response. His cock speared her, thick and full and all the way in. Horror and disbelief filled half of her mind while the other half savored the thrill of the dubious accomplishment. Her mental battle of pleasure versus self-preservation was at an impasse, neither side in control of her body. Her body was on its own, surrendering to pure sensation. Her hips immediately slammed her pussy up onto his cock, craving the depraved contact.

  Jones smiled with knowing satisfaction, pleased by her reaction. She could actually hear him humming. He must view her response as a definite sign of success on his sexual assembly line. She thought he was sick in the head but, then again, she also felt pride in pleasing him. With this irrational feeling of satisfaction Becca realized if Jones was sick in the head, he was no longer the only one.

  Jones halted his thrusting and leaned back to examine her analytically. Becca was desperate for more contact. She slid her ass up his folded thighs and crammed her wetness on his cock. She closed her eyes tightly, unable to bear watching him observe her, not wanting to imagine what he was seeing and the judgments he was making about her. Becca’s face twisted and frowned in pleasure concentration, her mouth open and gasping passionate “ohhhhs” and delirious “ummms”.

  “Pretty good, Pretty Toy. You are doing most of the work as is appropriate. Now, open your eyes and keep them open and focused on me or whoever is fucking you in the future. While you’re at it, make sure to fill those eyes with gratitude and worshipfulness, too. As your owner and re-creator I know you’re into me but you wouldn’t want anyone I gave you to for sex to think you were picturing someone else fucking you instead of them. That would be inconsiderate of you. Remember, it is not about you anymore, it is all about how you can please and serve your owner. That is a Pretty Toy’s purpose. “

  To Becca, Jones’ words were a bothersome distraction to her ongoing all-important effort to mash her pussy flesh onto Jones’ dick. Jones disgusted and scared her but she needed his cock. She tried her best to ignore his words, but they insidiously wormed through the red clouds of confusion in her mind. They were persuasive, compelling. Without conscious permission Becca opened her eyes wide and tried her best to fill them with the desire she felt and the gratitude he demanded.

  He pressed her legs down, feet over her head, her calves knocking her face while he thrust hard and steady into her sensitive sex. Becca felt appallingly vulnerable, not only because of the awkward helpless position she was shaped into but even more because Jones’ predatory gaze made her feel feeble in her own mind, pinned and perfectly vulnerable. She felt as mentally penetrated as she was physically penetrated. The start of a physical and emotional orgasm built higher.

  Jones spoke. “I’m giving you what you need when you didn’t even know you needed it. The least you can do is thank me. A Pretty Toy like you should always be polite to its owner and users. Go ahead now. “

  Becca felt shocked and dismayed by his order to thank him for his invasion. It was humiliating and unjust!

  “Pretty Toy, is your voice box malfunctioning? Give your thanks. Speak now. “

  He seemed intent on this, as intense as her own arousal. She should tell him no. She should tell him to go to hell. However, a part of her, a part growing louder and taking more control, was appreciative of what he was doing to her.

  She opened her mouth wider, panting but about to speak. She had no ideawhat she was about to say. Suddenly Becca’s view of Jones’ intense face framed by white-painted sterile ceiling was joined in the frame by the fat face of Wilrey, the security guard.

  Becca was relieved to see Wilrey knowing he would quickly stop the ordeal. Although she’d never admit it, truthfully, she was a little disappointed she would never know how huge that orgasm would have been.

  Wilrey’s eyes opened wide with surprised delight. She couldn’t blame him, given her exposed position, but her cheeks burned red with embarrassment. What must he think of her seeing her naked, exposed pussy fucked by a patient? Surely he wouldn’t think this situation was consensual?

  “Wilrey, help me! “

  Jones twisted his face around and spotted Wilrey, “Yes, help her out, Wilrey. Shove your dick in Pretty Toy’s mouth. That’s the kind of help she wants. “

  “Wow, Mr. Jones, that Becca is a real prize. Good score. “

  “Go ahead and shove your dick in her face. I believe in sharing the wealth. “

  It’s a good idea and all but I just got done with the Hopkins doll. I’m not sure my dick is up to the job. “

  Jones sighed and continued mechanically thrusting into Becca’s tight pussy like a cook stirring a pot of stew, keeping it on an even boil, “Only one way to know for sure, Wilrey. Give it a try. Even if she can’t get it up for you, she’ll clean Doll’s juices off you. “

  Wilrey paused, a big leering grin breaking out on his fat round face.

  Becca froze, outraged out of her passionate daze. Was Wilrey admitting he’d had sex with Lilly Hopkins, the chronic masochistic masturbatory patient? When she passed Lilly Hopkin’s room, is that what she’d heard, Wilrey giving it to Hopkins? It was one thing for a patient like Jones to assault a staff member like her, but something else for a guard to take advantage of a female patient. It might be sexist but the expectations were different. Becca was a “victim” of a patient, not a victimizer of a patient. Sexually using poor Lilly Hopkins was a horrendous moral violation.

  “Wilrey, you monster, ho
w could you do that to poor Lilly? She’s a patient, you sick freak! I’m going to report you to Ms. Carter. You’ll be fired and prosecuted! “

  Jones still thrust his cock into her pussy but she shut out the pleasure now. It was a matter of principle, of protecting a vulnerable patient.

  Wilrey looked scared for a moment and his eyes darted to Jones. Unconcerned and relaxed, Jones continued to thrust, but addressed both of their concerns.

  “Pretty Toy, the one we call Doll and who you know as Lilly Hopkins, is not an actual patient here. She is a fraud. She is one of my people. She is one of my many subjects. She didn’t want me to get too lonely while incarcerated. Why do you think business at Goethner-Varner is booming? She isn’t the only one “committed” to serve me. They help me pass the time and amuse my new friends such as Wilrey here. When I am freed, they will be “cured” and freed as well. Despite what you may think I am a principled man. You may not agree with or fully comprehend many of my beliefs, but one area we surely agree on is the humane treatment of the disadvantaged. Wilrey, tell her if I lie. “

  Wilrey spoke earnestly, his eyes wide like a child’s. “It’s true, Pretty Toy. I was lonely before Mr. Jones allowed me to join his kingdom. I used to do bad things and sometimes hurt patients. Not anymore. I don’t need to. Now I just hurt the women who enjoy being hurt. “

  Jones thrust particularly hard as if to punctuate Wilrey’s statement and drive the point home, “I’ve actually improved the lot of the patients here. They are off limits to my people and have no idea his Majesty King Jones runs the show. I do believe in humane treatment. The first Friday of every month I dispatch many of my female subjects to find vagrants on the streets to orally pleasure them. This King is magnanimous. Now, Pretty Toy, back to your purpose, which is fucking my dick and licking Doll’s juices off Wilrey’s. “

  Becca felt the urgent need to remove Wilrey from Jones’ plan of action at war with her urgent need to come. Once Jones banished her concern for Lilly, all of her erotically pleasurable sensations returned to swamp her. She wanted to stop thinking and get to coming all over Jones’ cock, but wished the prospect of sex with Wilrey was out of the picture.

  Becca panted, “Wilrey, just leave us alone. “

  Wilrey grinned, “Listen to that, Mr. Jones. You must have pulled the Pretty Toy’s string. Now she just wants to be with you. She doesn’t want to be saved now. “

  Becca triple flushed from her shameful embarrassment, her racing blood, and her rising need to orgasm. Her number one priority was keeping her pussy in colliding contact with Jones’ cock. All her physical energy was going towards fulfilling goal number one. That Jones was nibbling her nipples while holding her ankles above her head did not distract Becca from goal number one. Goal number two, a distant second, was to keep Wilrey away from her.

  Wilrey dropped his pants, eagerly stepping out of them but keeping his dirty white socks and heavy black shoes on. Instinctively Becca found herself taking note of his penis. It was big and getting bigger despite its recent use. She could see areas of it still glistened with Lilly’s juices. He wasn’t really going to shove that slimy penis into her mouth, was he?

  “Wilrey, get the fuck out of here,” she said. “Leave me alone! “

  Jones spoke up, “Wilrey, ignore Pretty Toy’s malfunction. She’ll soon be repaired. You have my permission, help yourself. Perhaps if I adjust these dials a little…”

  Jones released her ankles to pinch her nipples, twisting so hard she thought they might tear off.

  Becca groaned in pain and frustration, “You fucker! “

  “Yes, very accurate, Pretty Toy,” said Jones as he twisted her nipples in time with a series of faster harder thrusts.

  Becca’s body shoved her pussy back at him eagerly and she thrilled in the harsh wonderful contact. Her mind lingered over the exquisite sensations of pain rippling from her savaged nipples. She became distracted again when Wilrey rubbed his damp hard cock lengthwise across her full lips, practically humping her lower face.

  Wilrey urged her, “Come on, Pretty Toy, open those soft lips you’re equipped with and suck me. Get my dick all clean. Do it real good. I’ll give you a taste of my ball milk to swallow down. “

  Becca opened her eyes and kept her mouth shut, feeling disgusted, helpless, and aroused. What could she do? Dimly, she realized she had to choose between continuing to resist or giving in to them and being what they wanted. Pleasure surged through her body as she realized she could relinquish all control to Jones and become a human fuck toy obeying commands. She wouldn’t be responsible for the pleasure she felt.

  Her sharp arousal now surpassed her combined disgust, horror, and angry helplessness. The arousal wasn’t just from the physical actions of Jones cock skimming in and out of her sex or the compelling mix of pain and pleasure stemming from Jones twisting her inexperienced nipples.

  No, the true source of her arousal was degradation. Their humiliating words, their utter lack of respect for her, all the wrongful mistreatments, her lewd and helpless nakedness, and even the grossness of Wilrey’s slimy penis sliding crosswise against her lips all pumped accelerant on her internal fires, driving her flames higher and spurring her arousal to billow to uncontrollable heights.

  What if she just opened her mouth as wide as she could? It was an alien and insidious thought but the moment she conceived it she acted on it.

  Wilrey groaned and slid his slimy cock into her widely gaping mouth, moving back and forth between the soft folds of her lips. She was doing it! She was actually doing it! She kept her wet little tongue working the sensitive underside of his cock, following the rhythm of Jones’ thrusts into her pussy. In a moment of unity she could sense all three of them taking pride and pleasure in the submission of her mouth to their will.

  Becca pictured herself sucking in gross Wilrey’s dick and the repulsive image stoked her fires. She imagined Wilrey’s gratitude to Jones. Obviously, there was no way she’d be doing this for him if Jones hadn’t softened her will. Before today, she wouldn’t have given a creep like Wilrey the time of day and now she sucked him deep and wriggled her tongue on his cock with all her might.

  Becca first mentally recoiled as she tasted the juices of Lilly Hopkins on Wilrey’s cock, but she quickly recovered, her tongue pushing harder. She eagerly swallowed a mouthful of her saliva, Wilrey’s pre-come, and the faint remnants of Lilly’s pussy juice. It was an unholy cocktail which made her thirsty for more.

  Wilrey used undue force to jam his groin against Becca’s mouth, bouncing Becca’s head against the mattress. Apparently, he was not satisfied to let her service him, because he was actively face-fucking her.

  A newly subjugated part of Becca’s rational mind rebelled, insisting she should be angered by the treatment, appalled by her own cooperation, sickened that she had slurped up another woman’s juices, and worried about the men and their depraved plans for her. Becca’s new persona, Pretty Toy, quickly quelled the rebellion, assuring her none of those things were important. Only pleasing the men and obtaining the greatest orgasm had any relevance now.

  When Jones suddenly pulled out of her pussy, Becca whimpered, feeling a profound sense of loss and emptiness. Her skyrocketing pleasure halted and began to plummet back to Earth. Becca’s legs were still held in place due to Wilrey’s wide thighs pinning them while he dipped his cock down into her mouth.

  Still servicing Wiley’s cock, Becca was completely unprepared when Jones wound up and delivered a full swing spank to her stretched taut ass cheeks. Five more followed while she choked around Wilrey’s cock.

  Wilrey’s cock choked off Becca’s outraged screams of pain. All she managed was an inadequate muffled wail. Although upset by the spanking pain, she felt more cheated by the loss of Jones’ cock.

  Jones spoke, “Wilrey, pull out. Before you interrupted us I was performing an important quality test on th
is toy. “

  Wilrey pulled out with great reluctance, disentangled his legs from her and staggered several steps backward from Becca. Becca started to put her legs down.

  Jones addressed her, “Pretty Toy, stay as you are. Recall our conversation just before Wilrey joined us. You are to thank me, your Creator. As well, you should kindly thank Wilrey for honoring you by putting his dick in your facial orifice. You should also give further words of appreciation and express what you want now. Do well, and you will be rewarded with the return of our cocks. “

  Becca’s mental fog lifted for a moment, allowing her to think clearly. She had to have those cocks back in her mouth and pussy. The only way to get them was to thank their owners and then to beg for what she wanted. So she clearly had no choice and would have to do exactly as Jones commanded.

  A wiser part, far back in her consciousness, Protested that thanking them and begging them would change her forever, but her newly dominant sexually submissive side didn’t give a damn.

  Her voice sounded foreign, more husky and sexy, “I thank you, Mr. Jones, for everything. Please, please put your dick back in me. I love it. “

  Jones seemed to consider, even halting Wilrey who had begun to step back into position, “Good, Pretty Toy. However, you are programmed to do even better. You should be more specific, more sexually graphic in your request. If you want your mouth and your pussy fucked you need to make the offer a tempting one to us. “

  Becca didn’t hesitate. It seemed like a part of herself had secretly hoped he would demand more of her, “Please, Sir, Mr. Jones, I beg you to shove your dick back in my pussy. Please fuck me hard. I need it so bad, Sir, and I think I’d go crazy without it. I will be so grateful if you will fuck me. My little pussy is dripping for you. I want to suck Wilrey off too. It would be an honor. Anything you want, Mr. Jones. I’m all yours! I’ll do anything in return for the return of your dick! “