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  MASTERING JACQUELINE

  By

  Jordan Church

  Publisher Information

  Published in 2011 by

  Cambridge House Publishing LLP

  Digital Edition Converted and Distributed in 2011 by

  Andrews UK Limited

  www.andrewsuk.com

  Copyright 2007

  This edition published2011

  The right of Geoffrey Allen to be identified as the author of this book has been asserted in accordance with Section 77 and 78 of the Copyright and Patents Act 1988. All rights reserved.

  All characters and events depicted are entirely fictitious; any resemblance to anyone living or dead is entirely coincidental

  THIS IS FICTION. IN REAL LIFE ALWAYS PRACTISE SAFE SEX

  Chapter 1

  Dressed and showered, Jackie went to the mall. She had to get ready for Little Johnson’s visit.

  She planned to beat the hell out of him and retake control of her life but she thought it best to lull him into a false sense of security. He was shorter but still had a lot of muscular weight. He said in the note to wear something sexy and now she had to spend her hard-earned and dwindling money to buy something new because he ransacked her underwear drawer and would know if it wasn’t. She didn’t have anything in there that would satisfy the little freak’s expectations anyway.

  Jackie wandered the mall wondering about her predicament.

  She knew she better follow Little Johnson’s directions. If she didn’t he would suspect her and be on guard. If her plan didn’t work… God forbid… he would also punish her fiendishly. The thought caused a little shudder of dread but also a little heat from the memories of past mistreatment by him. She’d experienced two nights of abuse at his little hands and large cock and she would do anything she could to avoid a third night. The third night was scheduled. Two days and only one night to go.

  It was odd but the recollections of what he’d put her through -- whipping, humiliations, unpalatable sexual acts -- caused an odd feeling of… accomplishment. Like she deserved a gold star for having suffered so much, so well… so… beautifully. She had to admit, letting a man, a real man, not Little Johnson or any other evil bastard, do such things to her in the future was not beyond the realm of consideration.

  She found a lingerie shop. It was sort of fun to try things on, see how they looked on her body, see how they made her lush body even more appealing. In the privacy of the dressing room the whip welts seemed an added sensual decoration.

  She didn’t even have true lingerie at present because, in her opinion, it only objectified women. She always thought men who gave wives or girlfriends lingerie as a gift were really giving a gift to themselves. It was even worse with Little Johnson because, basically, he had ordered her to buy him a gift.

  She nearly bought a violet teddy before she remembered on the note he wrote it must be something “naughty”. She blushed and inquired with the helpful young sales lady what they had along those lines. She felt her face redden. Damn, even when Little Johnson was nowhere near he still managed to embarrass her! She felt a commensurate flush of arousal in her sex. Did it turn her on to be embarrassed? This was so counterproductive. She’d have to masturbate when she got back to the apartment.

  The young woman helped her find something suitable to Little Johnson’s requirements and in a color she thought would look great on her pale skin – an electric blue. Unlike the other items, Jackie tried this one on alone and the sales lady totally understood. Jackie had never ever thought she’d try something like that on, let alone buy it, let alone wear it for the entertainment of a deviant half-Dwarf.

  Once purchased Jackie took it straight to her car feeling like everyone she passed knew what she purchased and were picturing her wearing it. She knew she sure was! Her embarrassment reached a peak back at her apartment complex a dozen feet from her own door as she passed the door leading to Melissa’s apartment.

  If Melissa happened to open her door at that moment and saw the bag with the lingerie shop insignia she would certainly picture Jackie wearing it and showing it off for the pleasure of disgusting, short, ugly Little Johnson who’d introduced himself as Jackie’s date to Melissa. Melissa would be shocked. Smart, pretty, nice Melissa. What she must think of Jackie already!

  Not long after reaching the safety of her apartment Jackie was naked and using the strange dildo on herself. The huge contraption was quickly becoming a familiar friend. It came from the box of evidence against Wayne Jones, currently incarcerated at the Goethner-Varner Mental Health Hospital due to allegedly forcing young heiress Cassandra Zane into sadomasochistic sex. Jones was Little Johnson’s Master, he was the mastermind -- or Master Mind -- behind the machinations that put her in the current predicament with Little Johnson. Jackie was sure Jones intended to be her Master as well. If so, he was certainly both ridiculously ambitious and completely out of touch with reality.

  One orgasm was not enough so she forced herself to endure several extra ones.

  ***

  Jackie had two days to think and plan. She had lost the battle but not the war. Thinking of the two different nights at the mercy of Little Johnson’s little paws she realized she’d actually lost two battles, not just one.

  She briefly considered retreating -- moving away, out of town, starting over somewhere. However, she could not bear the idea of Jones and Little Johnson winning. If she left now they would find some other good-looking female psychoanalyst to force into submission and force to submit a recommendation for the release of Jones. Whoever that was, her ultimate fate would, in a way, be on Jackie’s conscience. Her conscience would have to take the full brunt of blame since neither Jones nor Little Johnson seemed to have consciences.

  Another consideration was Jackie’s concern over the fates and condition of Carol Milligan and Shara Tillings. She didn’t know Milligan but she remembered Shara from a couple of different conferences. She was a slim and tall African-American woman a few years older than Jackie. Jackie remembered her as soft spoken, polite, confident, with alert eyes. She’d seen her one morning at the conference resort going out for a run. She’d told Jackie that she ran five miles every other day. The idea of Shara locked up in a cramped psych ward cell all day was obscene.

  Could Shara really be stuck, incarcerated as a patient in the Goethner-Varner max security ward, Building C? The thought of her and Carol Milligan, two psychoanalysts, trapped in cells was nightmarish and the concept that they would be there voluntarily was preposterous. It was true that Little Johnson said they both were but that little liar was not to be believed.

  Jackie tried contacting each of them by phone and learned from both their offices that they were taking extended indefinite leaves of absence. The Assistant at Milligan’s office even said the leave was due to exhaustion from her work on the Wayne Jones case.

  Since there was no one else aware of their situation it fell to Jackie. She had a duty. She could not approach the police at this point. She had to protect her career and reputation. She would be willing to give those up for the safety and freedom of those two women but she knew no one would take her seriously. Apparently, many people must be in on the conspiracy at Goethner-Varner. If so, Milligan and Shara would be hidden or moved the minute law enforcement appeared at the gates with a warrant. Besides, law enforcement wouldn’t even raid the place without good reason.

  Jackie needed proof. She developed a plan. A new plan, it was a much better one than the previously failed one where she spent much of her limited funds on a camcorder only to end up spending anoth
er night literally in the clutches of Little Johnson and also rewarding Little Johnson with yet more potentially reputation-ruining home porn. She’d intended to blackmail him into giving up previous compromising videos of her and leaving her alone but he’d found the camcorder, taken the added video footage, and left her the note ordering her to be ready for him in two nights and to wear something naughty.

  This time she would be much more direct with Little Johnson. He was called “Little” for a reason after all. Next time they were alone in her apartment and before any bondage limited her options down to zero she would beat him up. She’d done it once already, after all. All it would take were a few punches, maybe knock him on the skull with a blunt object, and then kick him repeatedly when he was down. Definitely kicks to his groin. That would turn his purple-hued cock black and blue as well. She savored the idea. She was actually salivating! Well, she wasn’t sure if that was actually due to thinking about kicking him or the flashbacks to her sucking and pleasuring that purple-headed come sprayer. It was best not to think about that.

  Once he was down on the floor in pain she would easily handcuff him using a set of cuffs from the Wayne Jones evidence file box. The ones she had already worn once while taking a whipping. It seemed appropriate, even poetic, that she in turn use them to defeat him.

  After that she would continue to cause him pain and scare him with threats until he caved in and she obtained all the compromising video and photos of herself. She would leave him bound in her apartment while she used his keys to enter and search whatever crappy shit-hole a lizard like him called home. Getting those items would free her from the mess she was in. Then she would find out where Milligan and Shara were held. She could then involve law enforcement. She even pictured herself going in with a hidden recording device to verify their location before the police raid began.

  She would save herself, save the other two women, get revenge on Jones and Little Johnson by foiling their plans, and almost certainly she would end up with a book deal and much more.

  For some reason she did not feel completely right about The New Plan. What if she could not find the two women or what if he had just made that part up? She knew the half-dwarf was a liar. Also, she felt bad about the plan having her hurt Little Johnson even though she knew he deserved it and he had hurt her far worse. She felt a lack of confidence, too. At every turn, every move, every confrontation, even every conversation Jones and Little Johnson had defeated her utterly. It just felt unlikely that she could find a way to defeat them.

  Sometimes thoughts of the New Plan would enter her mind as she masturbated, cramming that strange dildo up her constantly needy sex and flicking the vibration switch on and off to tease her pussy and prolong the orgasmic ordeal. She masturbated a lot in those two days. Contrary to her belief these activities did not satisfy her sexual urges but only made her more and more horny with each blinding climax. Several times she literally lost the ability to see during orgasm.

  When she thought about the New Plan while masturbating her mind would always develop fantasies in which the plan fell apart. The police turned out to be allies of Jones and they adopted her as a sex pet for their department. Followers of Jones were watching and they rescued Little Johnson and an entire team of them gang-banged her after gang-whipping her. Little Johnson himself overpowered her because she didn’t use all her strength to fight him and he then punished her extensively and exquisitely. In that fantasy if she wanted to extend it for another masturbated orgasm Little Johnson would call various downtrodden friends and sell them sexual visitation rights to use Jackie in despicable ways. She wouldn’t want to satisfy them and motivate them to return for more or spread customer referrals for her services but she wouldn’t be able to help herself because she was such a slut.

  Recovering from a particularly violent masturbation session the morning of the day Little Johnson was to return Jackie was overwhelmed by the realization these fantasies were her subconscious trying to communicate with her. After just a couple of intimate encounters with Little Johnson she was a highly charged sexual creature. She did not want to give up these newly discovered pleasures. Not just the pure sexual pleasures but also the darker pleasures of submission, humiliation, the forbidden, and pain.

  On a deep level part of her wanted to fail. Even as that thought caused her nipples to harden – which were painful because she’d tweaked them harshly during her masturbation session – it also shook her confidence. It was intimidating enough to consider outmanoeuvring and defeating Jones, Little Johnson, and Jones’ followers but it seemed nearly impossible when she also had to contend with subversive thoughts from within.

  She would handle first things first. She would find and save Carol Milligan and Shara Tillings and thwart Jones’ conspiracy to gain freedom. Then she could explore the dormant aspects of her desires that Little Johnson unearthed and brought to light in the service of Jones.

  Working that way-too-large dildo back into the confines of her pussy, flicking that switch to activate the vibrations, Jackie’s mind wandered with dark delight through scenes of various Jones followers abusing her and sexually arousing her until she earned the right to be personally mistreated by Jones himself. In her mind he sat on a high backed throne atop steaming black stones, a circle of tall flames all around them. Jackie crawled on hands and knees towards Jones. The hot rock burned her skin as she wallowed ever closer to his whip, ever closer to his cock. As she arched her neck up so her mouth could service Jones’ cock the whip simultaneously crashed down.

  Every muscle in Jackie’s body locked and her head smashed backward into the headboard as she shrieked her orgasm. She didn’t care if her apartment complex neighbours heard her. For an instant she wanted them to hear her.

  As she tried to catch her breath and still her twitching fingers, Jackie wondered where she could find someone who could do the things that had so far been done to her let alone the laundry list of mistreatments and sensual humiliations seen in the Jones photo collection. It would be hard to find such a person, perhaps impossible. She had a hard enough time getting dates that were acceptable, despite her beauty. Even if she found some amateur sexual sadist they would almost certainly lack the creativity, the callousness, the downright evil of Jones and Little Johnson. It just would not be the same.

  Even as Jackie told herself she wouldn’t want it to be the same, she wanted all this to stop, she wanted to do a good job and have an excellent career, and she would get over this sexual trend, a mutinous part of her, getting louder, suggested why should she eventually look elsewhere when she already had what she wanted…

  Chapter 2

  Just before eight o’clock Jackie heard the knock at her door. The little bastard hadn’t used the entranceway buzzer yet again. No doubt he was trying to surprise her. Well, she was ready for him.

  She had one set of handcuffs behind the microwave on the kitchen counter. The entrance to the kitchen was straight across from the front door to her apartment so the cuffs would be handy. Once she got him in, locked the door, and knocked him into submission, the cuffs would be easy to access. Once she got those cuffs on she would have complete control and Little Johnson would no longer have any chance.

  She had even purchased an aluminium baseball bat and had hidden it behind her coat and hat rack in case more than fists were needed. Little Johnson went down so easily the night she first ambushed him peeping at her window that she doubted she would need the bat.

  She was also ready to lull him into a false sense of security having donned the electric blue naughty lingerie from the mall. She wasn’t sure if ‘lull’ was the right word for Little Johnson’s reaction to such a compromising outfit. More like ‘lull him into a false sense of horniness’.

  It was in two pieces. The bra portion was frilly and standard except for the lace-trimmed circles cut out to allow her flushed pink nipples and rosy areolas to blatantly show. The bra covered everythin
g but the most important part of her breasts.

  The panties, according to the young sales lady, were the latest in erotic undergarment. They appeared fairly normal on the outside though sparse with only an elastic waistband and two V’s of material going down the back and front to join at the crotch. However, the inside front of the panties were covered in round bulges the size and appearance of large pearls cut in half. A slim flexible power-pack was built into the waistband. There was a tiny pressure sensitive “On” switch on the right hip of the waistband, nearly invisible. Wires connected the switch to the power-pack and to the pearl balls. Turning it on made them vibrate.

  Of course, Jackie had not tried it out and had no intention of actually turning it on at any point in time. She planned to impress Little Johnson with her outfit, then get him involved watching closely as she suggested she was about to turn the panties on. She would tell him to look close to see the little pearls vibrating while she pulled the panty front out from her flat tummy. He would be focused on looking down there at her bush and pussy and the possibilities of the pearl balls. Right then she would attack him, clubbing him with fists until he was down and then proceed to kicking him.

  Once she had him beaten and cuffed she could do whatever it took – even torture – to recover the videos and photos of her and to learn the locations of Milligan and Shara.

  Jackie didn’t look through the eyehole before answering the door. He might notice that or the delay and she didn’t want to give him any excuse to be suspicious. She was nervous, her stomach full of butterflies.

  She opened the door, a little relieved it was him due to the outfit she wore, and looked down at him leering up at her. Luckily, none of her neighbours were in the hallway. Unfortunately, to the far right of the door stood Monica, the woman from the Goethner-Varner parking lot. She was the one who had apparently tasked her adult daughter, Kira, to ask Jackie to give Wayne Jones a blow job. Jackie could have kicked herself for not looking through the eyehole before she noted Monica stood so far to the right that looking though the eyehole would not have revealed her anyway. No doubt that positioning was planned.