Becca held her ankles up by her ears and bared her pussy, her wide eyes pleading and begging Jones for his cock, waiting for any signal he found her complete capitulation acceptable.
Jones delivered a vicious spank to her ass, sending a shockwave of pain and disappointment through her. She must not have thanked and begged good enough to satisfy him. His next words greatly reassured her.
“Wilrey, I do believe this one now has my stamp of approval. The red hand print will temporarily do for the time being under these conditions. I’ll mark her permanently later. “
Jones resumed his position and thrust back into Becca’s soaked pussy. Becca found herself eagerly grabbing Wilrey’s cock in both hands and guiding it into her mouth. She angled her neck to push her mouth up and forward so her mouth could engulf the maximum amount of cock. It was awkward and her neck hurt but the sensation of being completely stuffed seemed worth it at the moment.
The three of them worked rhythmically like precision parts in a well oiled machine. In less than a minute Becca was coming while whining, her mouth still wrapped around Wilrey’s cock. It was the best orgasm of her life. A record, the orgasm held for about three minutes until she came again as Jones blasted come into her wildly flexing pussy.
Through both tremendous orgasms Becca focused as much of her will as she could muster to continue to suck and lick at Wilrey’s cock. She was determined to make him come. As the second orgasm began to pass she grabbed his testicles and gave them a light squeeze. That seemed to drive him over the edge and he came deep in her throat while he yelped and groaned. She swallowed and moaned, sharing his excitement.
Becca amazed herself by eagerly swallowing down all his sperm and licking his cock clean. It was like her submission turned her into an expert whore. She was a sexual automaton, a flesh machine whose purpose was to satisfy others. Somehow, it was wonderful to feel that way and tempting to imagine transforming permanently into a sex toy.
As Wilrey pulled his dick away from her mouth, a few droplets of sweat fell from his face, splashing her nose and cheek. Even this comparatively light sensation was enough to bring her back to reality. What had she been thinking? Why had she let them do this to her? She had to get away from these freaks before she lost herself. Before they did even more to her.
Becca relaxed her legs and pulled her pussy off Jones’ still throbbing cock, which tried to pump sperm into her but had nothing left to deliver. Becca slowly stood on shaky sore legs, aware Jones stared at her with a clinical, detached gaze.
“Do you think what we just did was crazy? “ he asked.
Becca hesitated. The use of the word “crazy” was, of course, frowned upon in a psychiatric ward. “It was not right,” she said. “It was not smart. It was not sane. “
Jones smiled with smug satisfaction, as if she had performed exactly as he expected. “Since you say it was not sane it must be the opposite. In your view, it must have been insane. People must be judged by their acts within the framework of their own viewpoint. For instance, to a true cannibal eating a human being is not insane or bad because he believes it to be a correct act. What Mr. Wilrey and I did was perfectly sane within our moral framework which tells us you are here to serve us in any way we see fit. So, Wilrey and I are totally sane. You, however, as defined by your own logic framework, are insane. So, as an insane person, you need to be committed to this facility until you can be declared sane. That will only be when you view the various sexual acts we engage in as completely sane, logical, appropriate, and desirable. Believe in me, and we’ll soon have you cured. It won’t be long before you can re-enter society as a much more useful Pretty Toy. “
Becca stared at him while fumbling to put her clothes back on. What was this madman talking about?
Jones leaned back on the mattress, his cock gleaming with her pussy oils.
“Wilrey, for her own good, go ahead and place Pretty Toy into her toy box. “
Wilrey looked confused, “Toy box, Mr. Jones? What toy box? “
“Wilrey, what does one store in a toy box? Pretty Toys, Dolls... “
“Ohhh! I get it! “
“Give Pretty Toy an official ward outfit too so she’ll fit in, just in case. Do have her cleaned up by Doll in the usual way. “
Wilrey leered with renewed eagerness, grabbing one of Becca’s thin biceps in a powerful grip that was beyond her ability to escape. He jerked her arm and she staggered along behind him. Feeling hopeless and exhausted, she didn’t even try to resist. If she had known what was in store for her, she would have fought, clawed and kicked all the way to her new toy box.
After unlocking the door with his code, Wilrey shoved Becca into Lilly Hopkins’ room. Becca did not resist as he pushed her onto a narrow bed and used leather straps to secure her delicate wrists to the top of the bed frame. Lilly Hopkins observed from a second bed through hunks of blond hair pulled over her face. Absently, Becca studied Lilly’s features and found her pretty, especially for a woman nearly as old as her own Mother. Oh, if Mother could see her now! How awful!
Wilrey finished pulling the straps secure and turned to Lilly, “Doll, Mr. Jones says to clean her out. His spunk is up her cunt. Lick her out good so she’ll be ready for more of the same. “
“You gross jerk! “ Becca yelled yanking and struggling vainly against the straps, which cut and stung her pale flesh. She turned frantic pleading eyes on Lilly Hopkins. Surely, the lady wouldn’t do what he was asking? Hope turned to dread when Lilly walked straight to her without hesitation or expression.
Lilly knelt on the bed between Becca’s feet, slid her hands between Becca’s inner thighs, and began pulling them apart to expose Becca’s hairy little pussy. Becca struggled wildly in an absolute panic, although deep down she recognized she couldn’t stop it.
She held Lilly off by wind-milling her legs, her feet churning and kicking and bruising Lilly’s arms. As she realized she was lucky Wilrey failed to tie her legs down, her eyes caught Wilrey chuckling and leaning against the sterile white wall. The jerk had left her legs free on purpose, hoping to see a one-sided catfight. This realization made her recognize Lilly Hopkins was as much a victim as herself.
Becca refused to continue to hurt Lilly for Wilrey’s entertainment and gave up the struggle. It was inevitable anyway.
Workmanlike, Lilly returned her dislodged hands to Becca’s soft inner thighs and spread her unresisting legs wide. Becca watched in horrified fascination as Lilly’s full red lips descended on her helpless pussy.
Lilly Hopkins clamped her mouth onto the pussy, lips to lips, and mechanically began to suck, suck, dart tongue in, suck, suck. Repeat. Repeat. Becca started feeling a potent mixture of awful wondrous sensations. Lilly’s eyes held a wicked delight in their depths as she watched Becca’s expression while she sucked and licked at the swollen folds of Becca’s pussy. As Lilly’s eyes darkened with arousal, they suddenly struck Becca as very similar to the black button eyes of an actual doll.
Trying to hold still despite the ungodly good sensations Lilly stirred in her sex, Becca laid passive and just tried to get through it. Becca stared as Lilly dropped her hand to her own pussy and started masturbating. Lilly’s pointer and middle fingers applied slow circular pressure to her clitoris. As Lilly pleasured herself, she moaned with pleasure against Becca’s pussy, causing delightful vibrations and tingles in the tender pink flesh.
Shocked by the twisted passion on Lilly’s face, Becca averted her eyes and tried to distract herself by watching the giggling Wilrey. But somehow thinking about Wilrey enjoying her predicament just boosted her horniness. Her pussy became even more sensitized, even more attuned to Lilly’s agile tongue. There was nothing she could do, she was at their mercy, and, God help her, she was starting to relish her helplessness. It felt like along with Jones’ come, Lilly was sucking her soul out through her pussy.
As she felt herself s
tart up the pleasurable ascent towards climax, she bit her lip and shook her head. This was crazy. Maybe she was crazy. She tensed her leg muscles and pushed her butt down into the mattress to escape, but Lilly’s darting tongue and vacuuming mouth simply followed her the couple inches she gained. When she surrendered and relaxed, raising her ass back up, the tongue delved particularly deep until Lilly’s nose ground against her clitoris, causing the clitoris to harden and swell painfully.
Wilrey chimed in then with mocking, haunting words, “Becca, Becca. Your pussy looks so wet. Hopkins must have sucked out all the come by now. Not all that wetness can be her spit. Hell, I can smell you. You’re a real lesbian slut. Who knew? I bet you didn’t even know you’re an-all-the-time-with-anyone slut. Now we all know, including you, and now that you know it you can’t unlearn it. “
As Wilrey mocked her, Lilly worked diligently at her pussy. She drilled it with her tongue and every few seconds pulled it out to lick hard and quick up and down both sides of her labial lips, first the outer, then the inner, then a swipe across the clitoris, then back to tunnelling her tongue deep up Becca’s pussy. Becca felt like she was going crazy. She could hardly think. She wanted Lilly to continue tonguing her pussy, from then into infinity. Nothing else mattered. If Wilrey had offered her immediate freedom without first allowing Lilly to bring her to orgasm Becca would have turned him down. All her priorities had flipped upside down. More accurately, she only had one priority now. Orgasm.
Without permission her trim hips shoved her pussy deeper onto Lilly’s tongue, grinding her pussy hair hard against Lilly’s face. Pussy and mouth mashed together again and again in violent kisses. Sometimes Lilly’s nose would mash Becca’s clitoris, causing a powerful good/bad pain/pleasure and sometimes Lilly’s teeth would scrape her most vulnerable skin, causing her to gasp in pain before returning to groans of fuller pleasure. The wild bouncing smeared pussy juice all over Lilly’s face. Lilly didn’t seem to mind, she seemed to revel in it.
“Ah, ahhhhh! ,” Becca howled as all of her muscles tensed. This madness was going to drive her mad. “So good -I’m going to -I’m going to come again! “
Moments later she did come again. Her orgasms continued to grow successively stronger despite her repeated mistaken beliefs no higher peaks could be achieved.
Lilly pulled her wet mouth off Becca’s pulsing pussy and fondled her own pussy quite harshly until she, too, came a minute after Becca’s orgasm. Becca watched the process with lewd fascination, wondering why watching the pretty older lady diddle herself was so arousing.
After Lilly came Becca glanced at Wilrey, feeling slightly repulsed by his self-satisfied smirk. She found her eyes automatically checked his groin for a tell-tale bulge. It was there! Was he going to fuck her? Surprisingly, she did not dread the thought. If Wilrey decided to fuck her she guessed he could help himself and she wouldn’t mind as long as he made her come again.
Wilrey noticed her look, “Not yet, little slut. You need to learn some manners. Doll here sucked your pussy. Only fair you return the favor. “
“Go fuck yourself! “Becca yelled.
Wilrey ground his hips in slow circles, accentuating the bulge in his pants. “Now why would I do that when I’ve got you? “
Becca eyed Lilly’s blond furred pussy, dreading crossing that lesbian line. Getting licked by a woman against her will was one thing but sucking another woman’s pussy would be a mental stigma that would brand her psyche forever.
Lilly Hopkins eyes sparkled with delight as she rose up, straddled Becca, and mashed her thick blond bush into Becca’s face. Becca kept her mouth closed, lips pressed so tightly together they were turning white. Lilly lightly bumped her mound against Becca’s closed lips, leaving a dewy covering of pussy juice all over her jaw.
Sudden pain flashed in Becca. Her pussy! Aargh! Wilrey was pinching her clit viciously. Not only pinching, but twisting and pulling.
“I’ll just keep doing this until you lick Doll’s cunt and suck in her juices, Pretty Toy. We both know you’ll give in sooner or later so go ahead and put that tongue to work. “
Becca couldn’t think through the pain. She parted her lips to scream, to release some small portion of the pain. As she screamed against Lilly’s pussy, Lilly cooed with delight, the first vocal sound she’d made during the encounter.
Wilrey relaxed his clit pinch a little. Becca was grateful and she flicked her tongue through Lilly’s swampy bush and tentatively licked at her sloppy pussy lips. Wilrey continued to squeeze Becca’s clitoris gently, sometimes just rubbing the super sensitized node of flesh. Becca was going wild from the pain, the tremendous pleasure radiating from her little clitty, these bizarre people, and these humiliating acts she was compelled to carry out.
She knew she should hate the degradation. On a moral level perhaps she did, but on the physical and sensual planes she loved it and felt grateful. She was irrevocably changed, like the old Becca no longer existed.
Suddenly her resistance broke and she abandoned reason for passion, craning her skinny neck forward and plunging her narrow tongue as far up and deep as it would go into Lilly. She liked tasting her! Not the taste exactly, but the sensation of being forced to taste her. She liked everything now. They could do anything to her or make her do anything and she knew she would enjoy it.
She wished her hands were free not to escape, but to cup Lilly’s luscious ass. The passionate thought drove her arousal even higher. She imagined Wilrey’s hard cock sliding up her pussy. It was bigger than Jones’ cock. Would it feel better? Could Wilrey get it up a third time in less than an hour? Her imagination fired, picturing her and Lilly teaming up their mouths on Wilrey’s cock. The nasty thought of her and Lilly’s tongues simultaneously licking Wilrey’s cock while he leered down at them made her shudder with passionate revulsion.
Although unable or unwilling to service Becca’s pussy, Wilrey rewarded Becca’s efforts by using his fat fingers to roughly fondle her pussy. He alternated thrusting his fingers in her pussy and then pulling them out to pinch and sometimes pull at her labial lips. He mixed pain and pleasure in equal measures, making Becca’s pussy quiver.
Becca avidly tongued Lilly’s vagina while Lilly ground her wet bush against Becca’s face. Wilrey wickedly flicked Becca’s clitoris with a thumbnail and Becca felt her ass alternately grinding downwards and thrusting up into the sensations. She had no control over her own ass. She loved her complete and utter loss of control.
When Lilly grunted and howled ferociously in orgasm she smashed her groin hard to Becca’s face, almost suffocating her. Excited by Lilly’s grunts, Wilrey thrust three fat fingers in Becca’s soaked little pussy and used the thumb and index finger of his left hand to pinch and rub her swollen clitoris. The combinations easily drove Becca over the top into yet another orgasm.
After Lilly and Wilrey got off the bed, Becca didn’t move, closing her eyes and savoring the aftershocks of pleasure. Her legs remained spread wide and she didn’t bother wiping Lilly’s musky, glistening come off her face.
Through tired, slitted eyes, Becca studied Wilrey as he drank in her condition of disarray. He mumbled, “Mr. Jones is a fucking genius. “
Becca’s eyes fluttered closed. She still made no attempt to speak, close her legs, or to pull her strapped hands free. She felt completely exhausted and no longer cared what happened.
Chapter 3
Jacqueline Thorpe pushed wide the door leading to Dr. Arlington’s waiting room and strode inside. She stepped over to the receptionist’s desk taking long firm strides. Her apparent confidence directly contrasted the lack of confidence she felt. Jacqueline knew her body movements lied but she did not feel guilty. After all, perception was reality and everyone has an equal chance to make their own reality. It was also why, professionally, people knew her as Jacqueline while in her personal life to friends and family she was known as Jackie.
“I’m here to meet Dr. Arlington. I have an appointment. Dr. Jacqueline Thorpe. “
The receptionist was new or at least different from the one Jackie met on her first visit when she interviewed for a job as Psychoanalyst and junior partner in Dr. Arlington’s practice. The older woman she’d met then, Ruthie, had been kindly and affectionate. This younger woman seemed cold to Jackie. She was quite attractive, even gorgeous, but her face remained as expressionless as a field of snow.
“You’re early. Go sit in the waiting room and I’ll call you when he’s ready. “
Jackie noted that rather than looking her in the eyes, the receptionist appraised Jackie’s tight coils of pinned up bronzed hair and her apparel. The long look seemed to focus especially on Jackie’s ample breasts that she always tried – but with only partial success – to conceal with thick shapeless tops. From the receptionist’s nasty I’m-Laughing-At-You-Not-With-You smirk it was apparent she found Jackie’s fashion sense lacking.
Jackie felt a flash of anger. People were so superficial. Men and women too often seemed to judge others by appearance, physique, and fashion. It was the demeanour, the personality, the actions of a person that really counted. Jackie knew she was beautiful but actively worked to downplay her appearance. She didn’t want to make her way through life by depending on her beauty.
If she’d been willing to succeed in life by leveraging her beauty and her body she would have given in to the boss’s sexual advances at her previous job at Thurgood Joiner instead of quitting in outrage before she even had another job lined up.
Jackie found a seat in the empty waiting room and waited, examining the pastel paintings of landscapes adorning the walls. They were clearly meant to relax antsy patients. Of course, they were all just prints. Dr. Arlington’s patients all had mental or emotional troubles and no one would be unwise enough to risk leaving original paintings in a room with them.
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