Becca glared her answer and stiffened. However, the giggles were a delightful sound and the bouncing heat was sending blood rushing to fill her mashed nipple.
“Silly Pretty Toy, I’ll tell you. The dominants and submissives are like Ying and Yang. Submissives are opposites of the dominants. Together, they exist in perfect balance. As for the nature of submissives, once we accept an authority, most of us follow orders from that authority without question, even sick and disturbing ones. We show no compunction, no self-respect other than pride in obedience, suffered punishment, or being chosen to be used. “
“Most? “
Lilly slid her body down Becca’s, leaned down, and swiped her muscular tongue warmly into Becca’s left ear before she whispered, “There are two more kinds of women here not counting the dominatrixes. The second kind resist to various degrees and then give in as a sport to amuse and entertain themselves and the dominants they serve. They aren’t rebels, they’re entertainers. “
Lilly scooted back up Becca’s body, grabbed both of Becca’s ears, and moved Becca’s face liberally all over her breasts. As Becca spoke, saliva smeared slick and gleaming all over Lilly’s rubbing breasts. “What umph, about the, umph, third type? “
“Oh, them! The third group is comprised of women who are fully resistant, immune to this sort of activity, intent on escape and resistance, and focused entirely on winning their freedom. “Lilly pressed Becca’s face hard and deep into her right breast and laughed so hard it hurt Becca’s nose, “So far the third group is purely theoretical. “
Lilly reached down between their legs, and her fingers tweezed Becca’s loosely wet labial lips. Lilly wiggled her own pussy until it split along her wrist. Lilly’s body undulated, fucking her arm her weight adding force to the fingers pulling at Becca’s pussy, while her eyes held steady on Becca’s. Lilly’s manipulations caused alarming pleasure in Becca’s pussy, while Lilly’s words spawned worrisome thoughts and ideas in Becca’s head.
Becca was no longer sure if she would fit in with the elusive third group. In a sudden revelation, she admitted she probably belonged to the first group. After all, when Wilrey fucked her, or the black guard Hotchkiss ordered her to suck his cock, or when Lilly made yet another lesbian assault on her, Becca enjoyed giving them pleasure as well as taking her own pleasure.
Lilly ground down on her wrist and started twisting Becca’s pussy folds tighter.
Becca gasped, but continued thinking about her repeated submissions. Over the past few days she tried to reason with her dominants, to persuade, to beg for release at times. But why? She knew all along they wouldn’t listen.
Lilly’s mouth fell open releasing a gasp and a small dollop of drool that landed on Becca’s smaller breasts.
Sometimes Becca ran or climbed furniture in the room to escape her dominants. But why? There was no escape, and she always waited until the door latched securely shut behind her visiting dominator. She waited until it was too late to escape before she tried to escape.
Becca’s own gasps were filling the gaps between Lilly’s. Mostly Becca did as instructed. She put up with the humiliating things the dominators did to her. Putting up with it wasn’t quite the right description. Not unless ‘putting up with’ meant the same as ‘enjoyed’, or ‘had lots of mind-blowing orgasms’. Just as there was no escaping the cell / suite, there was no escaping the fact in less than week she’d had far more and infinitely better sex than all the rest of her sexual experiences combined. After her experiences here, those encounters seemed unimaginative and dull.
Becca’s hands grabbed Lilly’s slick ass cheeks and jammed her down on the arm and hand, increasing both of their pleasures and discomforts.
Becca could no longer think of herself as a fully resistant victim when every day she desperately begged the dominants humping cock into her to shove harder and come deep inside her. If she wasn’t yelling encouragements she was either gasping in pleasure or her tongue was deep-probing Lilly’s pussy or anus. At those times providing as much pleasure as possible to her dominator consumed her, drove her. There were no thoughts of resistance, of rescue, or escape.
“You’re going to come, Pretty Toy, like a bitch in heat. “Lilly’s tone swelled with victorious self-satisfaction.
Becca wanted her freedom. But she also didn’t want the twisted adventure to end. Her dominators made her do perverted, unimaginable things and made her love it, even need it. If she was free, how would she get what she now needed? No one man or woman could meet her new needs.
Lilly made a show of working her mouth full of saliva and then spit straight into Becca’s face. Becca moaned and panted, enjoying the debasing wetness running from the bridge of her nose onto her cheeks and lips.
If Becca won her freedom she would lose her triumphant orgasms and hard earned depths of submission. She could only retain these by giving up her independence. It disturbed her that the trade was worth considering.
Lilly violently bounced up and down and began coming with wolfish growls while Becca’s own cries sounded more like a bird in distress.
It also disturbed Becca that no one discovered her captivity or came to save her. Although now she wasn’t entirely sure she still wanted a rescuer, she’d probably go if one showed up. Still, she was hurt no one cared enough to notice her absence.
It was partly her fault since the dominators made her name her family and friends. They also forced her to send text and e-mail messages and voice mails at late times when no one would answer their phones. She’d told them all she was unexpectedly going to Africa on a psychiatric mission and would be incommunicado for four weeks. Apparently they thought four weeks would be enough to convert her. As it had only been a week and she was almost converted, Becca knew they were right.
Lilly’s gripping hand shuddered with her orgasm, driving Becca into another perspective-altering climax.
Becca left the messages but still believed someone would come for her. Where was Wendy Carter? She wondered if Wendy was involved in this but the thought of intelligent, successful Wendy subjugated was ridiculous. What about Anni, Wendy’s secretary? She was always so sweet and helpful. Wouldn’t she have informed Wendy that no one had seen Becca in days? Well, not ‘no one’. Jones’ followers had seen entirely too much of Becca, up close and personal.
Lilly dug into Becca’s wet slot and swirled her fingers. She pulled out a wad of come and shoved her hand into Becca’s mouth, smearing her tongue with tangy juices before withdrawing and finger painting her face with a mixture of come and saliva.
Becca figured Jones wasn’t in control of the entire centre, perhaps just the maximum security ward. After all, if Jones controlled things, why wouldn’t he free himself?
A light knock sounded at the door before it clicked unlocked and opened. Usually dominators walked right in and helped themselves to Becca’s charms. She wondered if it was a guard, a fake patient, or one of the dominant nurses. She was sort of in the mood for one of the older rougher guards.
“Becca, how are you? “ asked a smiling Wendy Carter, peering past Lilly’s naked hip.
“Oh my God! Ms. Carter! “Becca pushed Lilly off her, rushed to Wendy, and flung her arms around her slim body. Lilly hissed but took no action other than watching her with hostile, snake eyes.
She was saved! Ms. Carter would set things right. Ms. Carter would save her from them and from herself.
Ms. Carter’s left hand grabbed Becca’s right shoulder and shoved her to arm’s length. Her open-palmed right hand shot up to slap Becca’s face.
“Stupid slut, I told you to call me Wendy! “
Wendy forced a dazed Becca down to her knees. Anni stepped into the room wearing a sly, anticipatory smirk. She planted one thigh-high black leather boot between Becca’s bare breasts and kicked her onto the floor.
Lilly hopped off the bed and passionately kissed f
irst Anni and then Wendy. Becca curled into a ball and watched from the floor, her chest smarting and her mind processing this new turn of events.
Anni placed the pointed toe of her boot between Becca’s breasts and studied Becca with dark intent, “I heard about your new name, Pretty Toy. You got lucky. You should hear some of the new names. Do you know what the best thing is about toys? “
Becca didn’t know the answer, and feared Anni would punish her for her ignorance. She was smart to be scared.
Anni raised a double-headed shocking pink dildo and a black strap-on. “The best thing about toys, idiot, is attachable parts. “
Anni and Wendy stripped completely nude. Even though Anni removed her boot from her chest, Becca made no move to resist the current twist of fate. She saw what direction this was going in.
Curiosity penetrated Becca’s resignation. How would a scenario with four women, a double-headed dildo, and a strap-on dildo play out? Would they pair up? The idea of doing anything sexual in nature with Wendy was shocking and intimidating.
As Becca watched from the floor, the three bizarre sexual allies gracefully assembled themselves and the “attachable parts” like a synchronized swimming team.
Lilly and Wendy slobbered each head and shaft of the double dildo, crouched on their hands and knees with legs interlaced, and pressed butts against each other. Anni fitted the enormous pink double-headed dildo between them and levered each end into each of their ends. Becca was shocked as she realized Anni had crammed the plastic cockheads into their assholes, not their pussies. Several harsh spanks urged the women to vigorously grind their asses, Anni effectively forcing them to ass-fuck each other and themselves.
Anni slapped Becca’s thigh to get her attention and ordered her to stay on her back and crab crawl until her head and shoulders rested on Lilly’s and Wendy’s calves. Becca maneuvered until her face was directly under their wet pussies, which pumped back and forth making wet kissing contact whenever they rammed the double-headed dildo completely up their poop chutes.
Anni gave her a simple command, “Lick. “
There was no room for misinterpretation so Becca craned her neck to clumsily deliver sweeping licks to the two gyrating pussies above her.
Moments later Anni laced the strap-on around her hips and thrust the huge black plastic head into Becca’s pussy. Becca’s lubricated pussy offered no resistance as it plunged into her liquid depths. She shamefully admitted to herself it wasn’t still wet from her interlude with Lilly. This sick scenario inflamed her beyond measure.
As Anni crammed the huge dildo into Becca’s dripping pussy, she lashed her open hand against Lilly’s and Wendy’s ass cheeks, adding significant pain to contrast the strange pleasures invading Lilly’s and Wendy’s assholes.
After long minutes building the other three to the edge of climax, Anni stopped and jerked on Becca’s dark pussy locks. Becca stopped licking to peer at her from between Lilly and Wendy’s conjoined legs.
“Call Ms. Carter Wendy. I don’t care what you call this other bitch. However if you don’t give me the respect I deserve, I will punish you. “ She twisted the tender flesh just above Becca’s clitoris to make her point.
Becca quickly devised a title Anni would find pleasing. She answered meekly and far more sincerely than she intended, “Yes, Mistress.
Anni smiled with cold satisfaction. “Perhaps Pretty Toy is finally defect-free. “ She thrust the dildo so hard into Becca’s pussy, tears of pain filled Becca’s eyes. Immediately the synchronized swimming restarted into motion with Anni thrusting, Becca slurping wet bushes and bumping her pussy up to meet false cock, and Lilly and Wendy sodomizing each other and themselves. At short intervals the smacks of blistering spanks delivered by Anni punctuated the gasps, pants, and moans emanating from the women.
In less than a minute all of them were coming. Becca knew this was only the first of many orgasms her new Mistress would give her. Becca found, for the moment, she no longer dreaded anything they might do to her. She looked forward to it.
As she lay gasping from her orgasm, the dildo still buried deep in her sex and ready to bring her back to orgasm, the anxious feeling of having forgotten something important consumed Becca. What was it?
A tiny droplet fell on her face from the trembling buttocks and pussies above her. She didn’t know if it was a droplet of sweat or sex juice. It did help her remember what she had forgotten.
Becca cleared her throat, “Mistress Anni, thank you for fucking me. “
That wasn’t it though.
“Um, Wendy? I have a message for you from Master Jones. He said to tell you you’re a good girl. “
Chapter 7
The mother and daughter team smiled at her as she left the facility. She just wanted to be alone. She felt watched. Feeling paranoid, she switched lanes and made unnecessary turns to determine whether she had a tail. She concluded the feeling was just her nerves.
Jackie entered her large ground floor apartment and exhaled with relief. She wanted a full retreat from the day. Between Jones, Wilrey, and all those Jones fans it felt wonderful to finally be free from scrutiny.
As she carted the heavy Jones portfolio through her front hall, items rolled and slid around in the box, inciting her curiosity. Jackie entered her home office and placed the heavy box on her small desk. Although she longed to look inside the box, she made herself wait. She required food and rest and wanted to be in peak mental condition during her analysis.
Jackie made a microwave veggie dinner, watched the news, and took a dreamless nap. Feeling recharged, she opened the file box.
After she examined each item, she laid them across the desk. Stack of folders, stack of three journals, stack of photos, stack of pornographic magazines, and a pile of… things.
The strange objects sparked her imagination, but it took several moments for her mind to define what they were and their probable uses.
The main attraction was a huge dildo with a switch on the side. The idea that any human female could fit that thing into her vagina was preposterous.
A dozen large silver rings with sharply pointed connectors gleamed up at her. As she laid them on the desk she realized with disgust these weren’t just large rings to wear in pierced nipples, they were rings that could actually pierce nipples. Or other places her imagination refused to consider.
Next, she removed a smaller, oddly shaped dildo. A butt plug she decided.
She peered into the box, spotting a heavy, oiled leather whip curled like a snake at the bottom. Maybe that, not the dildo, was the real main attraction! What kind of monster whipped another human being? Or wanted to be whipped? Deriving enjoyment from pain was madness.
She removed a stiffened leather collar, wide, banded with metal. She noted the brass nametag: Good Girl. How patronizing! Who in their right mind would want to be Wayne Jones’ “Good Girl”? Jackie personally found both his looks and alien perspectives on life unattractive. Still, she guessed his crazy fans would probably line up and fight for the right to wear it.
A ball-gag, a leather hood, lengths of Teflon cords, handcuffs, and a wooden paddle rounded out the collection.
A complete sadist’s fun kit, she thought, attempting humour to calm her feeling of dread. Or it was a complete masochist’s fun kit? The breathless, guilty little roller coaster thrill she felt while handling each of these forbidden items surprised Jackie. The thrill she felt when she realized Jones had used these on women sickened her.
Why would someone place these unhygienic items in the portfolio? None of them proved Jones was insane. Jackie wished they had taken photos and thrown the nasty paraphernalia away.
Even in the privacy of her own apartment, Jackie battled shame before picking up the oversize dildo by the handle and examining it. It had a hand grip and hilt like a sword and was unexpectedly heavy. Batteries slid into the handle.
The shaft, incredibly, was translucent and several inches in diameter at the base, expanding even wider until the top where it mushroomed out in simulation of a real penis. Of course, a real penis wouldn’t be anywhere near this colossal. A candy cane twirl of copper coils stretched from the base of the shaft up to the head. Mystified, Jackie couldn’t imagine how poking a monstrous, metallic sword at the most tender of areas would turn women on.
Jackie’s free hand massaged the shaft, digesting its tactile capabilities. How on earth did it work? Had it ever been used? Did some women, either forced by Jones or overwhelmed with masochistic arousal, actually stick part of that thing into their vagina?
Jackie studied the hilt, noting a thick flange curving up and out about four inches. Jackie gasped as she realized that part was meant to simultaneously penetrate a woman’s anus! Disgusting! Why would any woman desire anal penetration with the vagina available? Why would any male enjoy placing part of this object in a woman’s exit hole?
She reminded herself not to judge others based on her perceptions of normal. It did not matter if Jones deviated from society’s norms. What mattered was determining whether he was a threat to himself or others. Consensual sadomasochistic sex did not make him a threat. He was never even brought to trial for the alleged rape, false imprisonment, and torture of Cassandra Zane, probably because the charges were false. To keep him contained, she had to show an intent or willingness to harm others or self and an inability to control that urge.
She caressed the wide leather collar. It was nearly square, its width almost equalling its height. A woman wearing it would be unable to bend her neck to see her own body. Several thick metal rings decorated the leather. Two smaller rings, perhaps for a padlock, stuck out from each end of the collar. She dug in the bottom of the file box. There it was, a small silver padlock! She felt proud of herself for figuring it out. With a grin she imagined Jones applying the nameplate moniker “Good Girl” to herself. She blushed, still smiling, but shaking her head.
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