Chapter 35: Broken

Two and a half to three hours after getting back to the room Jackie came in. She hadn’t thought about me being there when she came in. But I was there still in the bathroom. I was drying off from the shower I took after sitting, having a few drinks, and reading emails. The drinks, after sweating in the sauna, I made sure were watered down. I wouldn’t have happen to me what happened to Jackie.

Not seeing evidence of me, Jackie pealed the towel wrapped around her, off. She was nude underneath it, her bikini was already in her hand. It likely hadn’t been on her body since I left the sauna. She was all smiles and even giddy coming through the door. I made sure I stayed quiet and unexplainably out of eyesight. From the mirrors, I could see her face was coated in Tyleen and Martha’s orgasmic honey. Her hair was drenched in it. There was so much, I would have to ask Jackie if any other people had joined them in the sauna.

Her nipples were still hard and the outsides of her tits were red in the same way her ass was. Even her pussy lips, while bloated, were redder than arousal alone. Her inner thigh had some of the same scrapings I had noticed after her night of unrestrained fellatios. Not seeing me, she had gone to the side drawer where she kept her hotdog-sized dildo-shaped vibrator.

Her ass was turned to me when she bent to pick up the towel she had dropped on the floor. Her asshole was still widened when I saw it. It had been widened by either a tongue, fingers, or possibly even a cock. Though the cock was highly unlikely. She put the towel on the bed and sat on it spreading her thighs widely. Her fine folds were already red and dripping wet. She was so amped up and horny that she never even considered I might come back from where ever I was.

I waited until I heard not only a buzz but the slosh and sluice of the dildo sliding into her technically virgin hole. She was in the middle of inserting the narrow pink initiation cock down her hole when I came out. “So did you have fun with Martha and Tyleen?”

I continued looking her in the eye, visually ignoring what she was doing with her dildo. “Oh God,” she said slamming her legs closed without removing the fake dick in her vagina. The sudden movement had even her pert tits jiggle. Her face showed the humiliation she felt. The upper half of her body which wasn’t already red was fully blushed. Instead of slinking off, she went on offense. “What are you doing hiding in there? Were you just trying to catch me doing something?”

My towel had tented despite my best intentions not to be turned on by her display. Her blushed and reddened tits looked good enough to suck. I wasn’t sure if I would taste Martha or Tyleen’s spittle or pussy juice on them. I did what was needed and put them out of my mind for the moment. “I was doing neither. I got a shower washing off the sweat from earlier, after having a couple of drinks. And was drying myself off. The real question is what are doing?”

The last of her defiance came through, “Oh shut up.” I could see her hips wiggle and squirm. Her vibrator was still deep in her cunt. I could hear the light buzz as she relaxed her thighs.

“Just a question. Kind of like, how long before that buzzing between your legs makes you climax?” I said nodding to where her legs joined.

It was the straw that broke the camel’s back of her defiance. Suddenly all the humiliation came flooding back into her face. Her previously stiff confident demeanor evaporated. It was replaced by meekness I hadn’t seen since the spanking on the loading dock. “Please ... Please don’t make me.” her pleas sounding heartfelt.

My dick was iron from watching her struggle to keep her self-esteem. I felt sort of bad getting so turned on by her desperation to maintain her dignity. “Don’t make you what?” I ask with a slight smirk. “I’m over here. I can’t make you do anything from over here.”

“Oh god, you’re going to make me say it, too,” She whined. Tears started welling up in her eyes. Her hips started moving more and I could see she was trying fiercely to keep her breaths from becoming ragged.

“What am I making you say or do anything,” I said no longer trying to hide the smirk.

She humphed and looked at the floor ashamed, “Please don’t make me climax in front of you like this.” Her whole body squirmed, and her abs started rhythmically contracting. “Oh, God ... no.” She closed her eyes tight before covering her face with her hands. From behind the hands she strained to say, “Please go ... I was good earlier ... I wore the belt. But I needed something, but not with you watching.”

I had planned on not letting her climax for another couple of days. But she had gotten to the state she had been in before the auction’s drugs and alcohol lit her fuse. I guess Tyleen or Martha had managed to light it again without the chemical aids. Yet I was intrigued by her statement, “You wore a chastity belt tonight? Why was that? What all went on after I left?”

Her face still in her hands she nodded her head, whimpering. “I’m no good. I don’t know why I am such a slut. I had to have a belt ... Ahh, fuck.” Her voice cut off suddenly and her body constricted for a moment. When her muscles relaxed her body seemed to go limp. But she continued blubbering, “It was so good ... I loved the belt ... It stretched my ass so wide ... The mushroom Martha put in me.”

She must have been between small climaxes. The dildo buzzed within her still making her climb the wave to another bigger orgasm. “So you like the butt plug?” I asked. “I didn’t know you had ever worn one.”

“I hadn’t,” Her breathing was again getting labored. “Tyleen asked Martha if I was hers to play with as you said. I was so horny I said yes for her.” Her breathing was getting raspier. And she still wouldn’t look at me. She must have known I would ask Martha or Tyleen what had happened to have Jackie in a chastity belt. So reluctantly she told me what had gone on once I left. Her descriptions started to get faster as her speech became more labored. “Tyleen and Martha kept getting me so close and stopping. they did it over and over. I wanted it all by the time they quit torturing me. Martha went and got the belt when Tyleen said she wanted to see me fuck a man. Watch a dick pound in and out of my tight virgin cunt. God, I did so want to have a dick in my pussy making me cum. I wanted someone to cum on me and in me, anything to make me orgasm. Martha had the butt plug in and belt on me before Tyleen brought in Diego. He had a small dick. I begged Martha to let me fuck him. She let me suck him off instead.”

Realizing what she said, she bawled, “I’m so sorry. God, don’t send me away. I was just so horny ... I am such slut ... Punish me every night but don’t make me go ... I am bad ... but please...” The vibrating inside of her could have cared less about her mea culpa. It was stimulating her brain’s pleasure centers. And they were going into overload. Tears still streaming down her face she howled, “Oh fuck. I’m gonna cum ... Agh ... It’s coming ... Agh shit.” It was her mind’s pleasure taking over her body that had her throw herself back onto the bed. She spread her legs out wide and humped her pelvis out at me. Her hands clawed at the bedspread and ended up with fistfuls of fabric.

Though she was in the middle of an orgasm she looked sad. She was scared I would send her away for being so slutty when she was enjoying the pleasure that was its fruit. She had the look of someone who felt worthless. And her next statement brought that home as the orgasm crested once again, “Augh ... Fuck me ... Use me ... Have me as a sex toy ... Cum on me ... fuck my ass ... but don’t make me go ... I will do anything you want but keep me.”

I reached down and pushed the dildo further in her before pulling it out. I shut off the vibrating sex toy and tossed it onto the bed next to her. When she finally looked me in the eye, her brown eyes were begging me to fuck her. She truly wanted me to use her if it meant she could stay. I worried I would give in and do it. I would enjoy the heat of her body and the velvet of her cunt running along my cock. Not caring about the broken woman she was.

I quickly went to the dresser and dressed. My getting dressed registered to her as I didn’t want to be around her because she was a slut. And without the buzzing inside her cunt she was coming down from her orgasm fairly quickly. She balled up and cried, “I don’t blame you for not wanting to be around a slut like me.”

I wondered what I was going to do with her. For a second time, I hoped to find answers at the bar in a glass of bourbon. Before I left for the bar I said, “That’s not it. I’m giving you time to get cleaned up alone. Once you’ve put yourself back together call the bar and I will come back up with dinner. Then we can talk.”

Sniffling in the fetal position she nodded ever so slightly. I was sitting at the bar having my usual bourbon within five minutes. What I wasn’t expecting was Martha coming in and asking about sitting next to me. She had a conciliatory manner and tone,” Is this seat taken?”

“I guess it is now. Take a seat,” I waved to the empty stool.

She sensed my anger at what her sister had done. She got out front of it, “What Tyleen did was uncalled for. Let me get a drink and we can discuss the remedy.” I nodded. To the bartender, she pointed at my glass, “One of those and another one for him.”

With a nod from the bartender, two new bourbons over ice appeared in front of us. I looked at Martha and said, “Ok what would you like to talk about.” I picked up the original bourdon and drained the glass.

“I assume Jackie talked to you when she got back,” Martha hedged.

“Yes. She told me some of what happened after I left her with you and your sister,” I replied not revealing what I knew.

“So you know about the chastity belt I retrieved for her,” Martha took a small sip of her drink.

“Yes. I understand it wasn’t the one from the auction,” I confirmed. My glass had lost more liquid than hers when I put it on the bar top.

“No, it is one from our collection. Sometimes, we go to parties where consent isn’t always possible. So we put our belts on before going. They allow for handjobs. And the butt plug vibrates adding to the pleasure,” Martha explained.

“Jackie left off about the plug vibrating. She did tell me it was her first time having one,” I explained. Martha went ghostly white as the blood ran from her face.

“Oh, I am sorry. You should have been the one to introduce that toy to her,” Martha stated.

“Why? She is a grown woman. I have no hold on her or what she does,” I clearly stated taking another drink.

“She is your sub is she not? You gave her to us to play with, tonight,” Martha looked confused as well as anxious. Her glass took a big loss before being returned to the bar top.

“She is my employee. And I employ her as a companion. You know this, and none of this has changed. If you took anything else from my saying have fun with her, I am sorry for the misunderstanding,” I stated in the way of an answer.

The rim of the liquor glass was held inches from her lips. “You have no idea what is going on in that woman’s head.”

“You are right there,” I had to agree. Jackie was the most confounding individual I had ever met, by far.

Martha, then, asked, “Tyleen’s bring a guy in to get a blowjob from Jackie, does not bother you then. You are not mad at her?” The drink was more than halfway gone after her next up and back onto the bar top.

“No, I’m not mad. Dogs get mad,” I said unable to stop myself. Taking a big swig I added, “I’m fucking pissed. And the way it was presented to me was Tyleen didn’t bring a guy in for Jackie to blow. She wanted to see her get fucked by him. I understand the urge to protect your sister but don’t fucking lie. All we really have is our word and for people to trust it. She knew Jackie is a virgin. Then Tyleen used getting Jackie beyond the regular level of horny to convince her to do something she would regret afterward. And she did it for her own enjoyment, which is pretty inexcusable.”

I had smoke coming out of my ears at this point. “And you didn’t stop her. This after I told Jackie I trust you.”

“I hope there is something we can do to regain your trust. We liked spending time with you two,” She looked forlorn. “It is not like twenty minutes of subjugating ourselves would fix it. I wish it would.”

Thinking of how I would go to town on Tyleen’s ass for what she did, I muttered, “It would be a good start.”

Martha sat not saying anything for a while. In no time she had finished her drink. She slid off the stool to go back to her room. Her reconnaissance trip completed, her hand went to my shoulder. “I’ll see what I can do.”

The call from Jackie came a few minutes after Martha had left. During this time, I wondered if Martha really meant she would have Tyleen do whatever I asked of her. And would Martha do the same? After I returned from my trip I would revisit the consequences for violating my trust.

I followed the busboy to the door. He had our pork chops and milk gravy over mashed potatoes. I signed the dinner receipt leaving a nice tip. To the boy, I said, “I have it from here. I’ll leave the plates and the cart outside the door when we are done.” I didn’t want him going in, in case Jackie had called before she was ready, at least for someone besides me.

I went in the opened door backward pulling the dinner cart. The door had not fully closed when I felt hands on my pants trying to pull them down from behind me. Jackie managed to get them to my knees along with the boxers before I saw her. I hadn’t thought initially of looking down but looking over my shoulder she was nowhere in sight. Only when I turned and looked down did I see her.

Jackie’s long hair was damp down her back. She had nothing on and left my moved clothes just below my knees. She left them where it was difficult to move quickly. Her hands went to my ass while her mouth opened wide. Not expecting anything like what was happening as I came through the door I was in my natural unaroused state. A hot mouth sucking all of me in, in an instant changed the state rapidly.

I grabbed a handful of damp hair and tore her off my responding dick. “What in the hell are you doing?”

Yanking on my ass, she tried to re-establish her sucking on my larger cock. “Trying to give you a blowjob. Guys love blowjobs. So I need to give you one.” She leaned in getting to the head of my dick, despite the tug it caused on the roots of her hair.

I wanted to smack her across the face to get her to snap back to reality. But I swore the only way I would strike a woman in the face was if she did it to me first. And she hadn’t done that. In fact, any other time I would have welcomed her lips around my cock. And the job she was doing was lessening my resolve. With one last herculean effort, I fully removed Jackie and moved such she couldn’t get to my dick easily. “Stop it, Jackie,” I growled at her.

“Why? I’m a good cock sucker ... I know I am. The men ... They always cum. They have me drink it, snort it, and put it all over me when I’m naked. Are you going to cum on me again? I want you to ... Please ... I know I’m good for that.” She pleaded. Evidently, she had spent the time alone pulling herself together in a way I hadn’t expected. She had spent it convincing herself she was only good for sex. And she was ready to surrender to that version of herself. At least for the time being.

I looked at her and could only think of what I always told my people about their computers. It came to you working perfectly. So if you broke it you fix it. I would argue with the first supposition that she was working perfectly, but I couldn’t with the second. I had broken her. The problem was I had no idea how to fix her.

While she looked natural and comfortable on her knees naked in front of me. Being dressed I thought would be better. I later would learn I made a mistake when I asked, “Why don’t you get dressed and come have dinner? We can talk about it after.”

“I want to stay this way. So I can spread your sperm on me. And have you suck my tits, and eat me instead of what is on the tray.” She lay back still on her knees. Her shoulders and head were on the carpet while her hands spread open her fattened labia exposing her pink slit and the small opening at the bottom to me.

“Ok enough,” I said forcefully. I pulled her chair out for her as I always did when we had dinner together. I figured dinner with Jackie naked across the table wasn’t the worst thing in the world. I left her chair pulled out while she remained in the same position. Her pussy spread for me to look at. I ignored her gratuitous sexual display while I put the food on the table from the cart. Finally, I pulled my chair and sat. I looked down at her. “Get up here and eat,” I said firmly.

I should have been more specific. She let her pussy lips go and raised back up to kneeling before standing. She quickly climbed into my lap. Once there whatever mental tricks she had been doing in her head gave way. She again broke down sobbing, naked in my lap. Her face pressed into my chest she despairingly said, “I don’t know what is wrong with me. Tell me what is wrong with me. Why am I such a slut? I do nothing but think of sex all the time.”’ Slowly she began crying quietly after soaking my shirt.

I made a second mistake saying, “Why don’t you go over to your chair and we can talk about it while we eat.” All she did was shake her head no. Her face never left my chest. Getting angry I cut off a piece of pork chop and stuck it near her mouth. “Damn it, Jackie eat,” I demanded.

She opened up and let the morsel of pork chop on the fork into her mouth. It turned out she would do this over and over again while we shared not just one dinner plate. I ended up cutting up dinner around my clothesless lap occupant and feeding her. It was like when Karen was little and refused to eat while in her highchair. Bite by bite, I slowly fed her the whole dinner. Jackie stayed tight to me throughout the meal.

Not once did I bring up her recent or past behavior. Only the command, “Open,” was given. And it was given over and over, each time she did as instructed. It made for a slow dinner sharing one fork and knife. But, I didn’t mind. I could do every dinner with Jackie naked and in my lap if she wanted. Or better yet her naked on the table having dinner off of her or of her.

Shortly after the last bite of potato was in Jackie’s stomach, she still had a bit of a confused look. It morphed quickly into the look of her crawling around. “You going to have dessert? I was...”

I interjected before she could say more, “No, if I was planning on dessert I’d have ordered it.” It was my way of making it plain even if she offered I was not eating her for dessert. No matter how delicious her cunt looked earlier.

Again, Jackie’s look went to dejected. She got out of my lap and went to the closet. Taking her suitcase out, she opened it on the bed. Not bothering to dress she went to the dresser and opened the drawer with her underwear. After she had gathered it all into her hands I jumped up stopping her. “What are you doing?”

“I’m packing. It’s obvious you don’t want me. I’m too much of a slut for you to even hear me ... to even suggest you eat me for dessert. So I’m getting packed before you tell me I have to go,” There was a pain in her voice as she said it.

I said, “Then you know something I don’t. As far as I know, I haven’t said anything in the past week about you going home. Or not wanting to enjoy you. We still have work to do. Now come and sit down.”

There was a severe lack of understanding on Jackie’s part. “You mean I don’t have to go home?”

She hadn’t moved an inch from where she had planted herself. Pointing at the pulled-out chair, I said, “Sit.”

She hurried but not to the chair I was pointing at. Her naked svelte body once again was in my lap. She pulled my arms around her and asked, “So you aren’t sending me home?”

“Oh, you’re going home at some point,” I stressed. “Just not tomorrow. Tomorrow, we have that early flight to Germany. And it’s a good thing I like it when naked women are in my lap. Or I might be sending you home right now for not following simple directions.” I said not serious about sending her home. But had to hold on to her tighter when she tried to go to where I originally directed her.

She finally gave up trying to get away. “No seven O’clock fight home,” She sounded more at ease but there was still the twinge of trepidation.