Chapter 15

Thursday morning was a time for more running around naked; I was a bit easier with it, and Momma was, too, but the new and embarrassing hadn't worn off. Frieda, on the other hand, seemed to take delight in the whole thing, which made me... nervous... I nearly jumped out of my skin when Jack started running his hand up the inside of my leg while I poured his coffee, but I managed not to scream or spill anything. Jack said something to Momma about getting a big apron to cover her front while she cooked; I don't think anybody missed the implication that her ass should be visible.

But Jack and Daddy didn't hang out forever -- they both had places to be, so they were soon gone, leaving Frieda, Momma, and me to talk about the night before.

Momma was all freaked out about how Daddy seemed to be taking everything Jack said to heart. Worse, I think, was her having to admit that it wasn't all that bad; I mentioned that yell she let out and she blushed a lot and told us what happened. It was all part of her worries, apparently -- you see, she had these rules for Daddy and sex -- what was okay, what was taboo and what was just nasty. I guess Daddy had played ball up to now, but last night he broke some of Momma's rules in the process of showing her who was boss -- and BOTH of them found out that they'd been missing a few things!

Momma's big worry was the fact that Daddy was due -- and was obviously going to collect -- another woman. Things like her rules for sex and other stuff she'd put on Daddy were coming home to roost and she didn't see how she could survive, long term, when Daddy shook free -- ESPECIALLY with another woman around!

Frieda didn't see a problem. "He's used to you, Mrs. H -- he's got a lot of time invested in you," Frieda insisted. "Besides, all you have to do is give him what he wants..."

"What -- anything?" Momma erupted.

"Yup. Anything," Frieda agreed. "In the first place, it's your job -- and in the second, anything you give him that he hasn't had will be like candy! Another woman won't start from there -- she'll be expected to put out whatever he wants going in -- but YOU can provide him with little victories, things he never had before and could never even ask for..."

Momma looked dubious. "That's a slippery slope..."

"Maybe," Frieda agreed, "but whether you dole it out or he just takes it, it's what you signed up for. You want control? This is all you've got!"

"And when it's over and we hit rock bottom and he puts me on the street for money?" Momma asked.

"Won't happen," Frieda declared, shaking her head. "In the FIRST place, wherever we're going, guys have PLENTY of women; prostitution is about guys not being able to find one when they want one."

"Or finding a new one," Momma pointed out, grimacing.

"When every guy has at least two, demand is gonna be low," Frieda pointed out. "I can see a little swapping, maybe, but prostitution? I don't think anybody uses money out there -- it'd have to be barter. Besides, that leaves out my SECOND point -- he VALUES you and he's a nice guy! If he was an asshole in the first place, you would need to worry -- but he isn't, so when the new wears off the whole idea of making you do shit just to see the look on your face, things will settle down."

"So I should just happily do... whatever, and it will all settle out?" Momma wasn't buying.

"Yup," Frieda insisted. "And the less fuss you make about it, the less he'll bother to mess with you, because he won't be having fun watching your face screw up."

"And other women?" Momma prompted.

"You can't fight it, so deal with it," Frieda advised. "Jack has two more women at home. From where I sit, that means I might not get ENOUGH sex, rather than worrying about him wanting to jump my bones constantly. Whoever Mr. H picks, welcome her aboard and make nice because she's your ticket to peace and quiet on nights when you don't want to have to put up with sex. Be gracious -- you're on first and she's the new girl, but you want everything nice and pleasant."

"You make it all sound so simple..." Momma mused.

"Oh, it won't be," Frieda replied. "You know that. But you're on track to make things WORSE, which is pretty stupid. I mean, what's he likely to do, here in the house? Make you suck his dick in front of Jack?"

"Frieda!" Momma and I BOTH erupted.

Frieda, being Frieda, was unrepentant. "Hey, if Jack wants it, I'm gonna get down on my knees and suck it in with a big grin on my face -- and waggle my ass at you two, because you'll be missing out! Mrs. H, if Mr. H gooses you, how much fun is it if you don't react? Jack's had it all before -- being embarrassed in front of Jack is a waste of time -- so don't! Show Mr. H you love him and you have the right attitude, and it will all fall into place."

Momma wasn't much on belief, but the way Frieda presented it, she had no choice. She was still grumbling when Frieda and I got in the car to go to work.

It would have been tough keeping the secret that we were leaving if just thinking about telling someone didn't make my stomach uneasy. I couldn't think of anything much I could leave as a legacy, either; Frieda and I would just walk out tomorrow night and not come back. Someone else would get our jobs, and that would be that, more or less, until those Swarmy things came and started attacking people...

Anyway, we did our shift, and at seven-thirty, Jack came and got us to take to dinner -- but he wanted to go somewhere else first. Imagine my surprise when he pulls up in front of the feed store! The next thing I know, we're looking at DOG COLLARS -- and Frieda is treating them as costume jewelry! I was MORTIFIED -- but then Jack went over and started looking at things you whip horses with and I got REALLY nervous! "Jack..."

"Come here," Jack directed, so I slunk over to him, head down. What had I done? "I'm trying to find a way to get you to understand how things are. I have no intention of wailing away on you for anything, but if I give you a quick flick with this..." he said -- then he HIT me with it! Okay, well, it wasn't hard, but I jumped, you know? "I think it is more effective than having to talk about it, don't you?" he asked.

Well, DUH! I said, "Yes, Jack," -- after all, he was waving that thing at me...

Jack looked all triumphant and said, "See? It's already effective. You stop thinking and just do what you're told."

Jack turned to Frieda, but she was already on board with the whole crazy thing, "I get it, Boss. I already did. Beth's momma has her conditioned to worry about appearances and other bullshit, though."

Jack grinned evilly. "That's why I'm buying a set for Oliver."

"Hey, Jack," Frieda asked. "You wanna be 'Boss' or 'Lord' or 'Master' or what?"

"Jack will do, with the proper respect," Jack answered, but Frieda nodded her head at me and he changed his tune, "but if it helps you keep the proper mindset, we'll go with Master." Jack looked at me, then back at Frieda and said, "She's going to ask if we're kidding." He was right; I mean, 'Master?' Wasn't that kind of going hog wild?

Frieda shrugged and gave me that look she gives me when she thinks I've done something hopelessly stupid and said to Jack, "I love her like a sister, but she's a little slow sometimes..." Jack sighed, then he HIT me with that WHIP again!

I let out a yelp, then whined, "What did you do THAT for...?" Then the look on his face registered and I knew he was serious, so I added, "...Master?"

"You didn't appear to be getting the point," Jack answered.

"Isn't there a better way?" I asked. That thing STUNG!

Then Frieda lit into me. Apparently, despite the fact that I'd sat there that morning while Frieda patiently tried to tutor Momma, I hadn't been applying the whole thing to ME! My job was to do 'whatever Jack wants' -- and that job didn't really have much in the way of boundaries -- and what I THOUGHT about what Jack wanted didn't really matter... Look, I know I'm a little slow, but 'anything' covers a lot of ground, you know? Frieda, of course, had to take things to the wall...

"Let's take something patently outrageous -- so Jack tells you to get naked, walk to the corner, and offer blowjobs to the first five black guys who come along. Do you do it?"

"Ewwww!" She was kidding, right? Right? "Totally naked? Somebody is gonna puke!"

"Not your problem," Frieda countered. "Do you do it?"

"Jeez..." I mean, really... Was she serious?

"Sweetie, did Jack say to do it?" Frieda leaned on me.

"Yeah..." I looked over at Jack -- surely, he wouldn't ask such a thing, would he? But he grinned nastily and started playing with those whips...

"So are you gonna do it?" Frieda prompted.

"It'd be so embarrassing..." Naked? Blowjobs? Black guys? In PUBLIC?

"But are you gonna DO it!?" Frieda kept pushing...

"If I don't..." I fumbled around for an escape hatch.

"If you don't, Jack is gonna be VERY DISAPPOINTED!" Frieda howled. "And he'll probably use that riding crop on you until your ass is purple -- and NOBODY is gonna tell him he can't because he OWNS you! Now ARE YOU GONNA DO IT?"

There was NO WAY OUT! "Yesss..."

"Jeezus! It's like pulling teeth!" Frieda complained, running her martyrdom thing. Then she kept pressing; if I would do THAT if I had to -- and I HAD to -- then there wasn't much ELSE I wouldn't do, if I HAD to... Logic apparently brought us around to the fact that whatever Jack wanted, I should just DO it -- and not worry about consequences... I wasn't thrilled -- that much was obvious -- but then Frieda came around to the fact that I was ALREADY in trouble...

"What you have to realize is that if you don't seem to get it, Jack has to test you. Now I KNOW that Jack doesn't WANT to test you, but as long as you act dumb about it, he HAS to!" Frieda leaned in and looked up at me with that sincere look she uses when she's TRYING to keep me from screwing up, "Sweetie, you do NOT want him to test you -- because if he has to, it will be something ugly like sucking off those black guys, you know? You need to be PERFECT, so there just isn't any question! Otherwise, Jack has to make you do nasty things until you catch on -- and it's gonna hurt ALL of us to put you through it! Do you understand?"

I FREAKED! "You mean...?" Was I gonna have to ACTUALLY DO that? I looked at Jack...

The look on his face wasn't encouraging. "Yes. Every time you balk or hesitate, I have to punish you -- and then I have to make you do something disagreeable or humiliating or degrading to see if you've learned who is in charge. It's hard -- I don't like it -- but you can't just obey me when you feel like it."

I was beyond words... Maybe he could just beat me a lot with those whips -- suddenly, they didn't seem so bad after all... Then it got worse...

"Exactly." Jack sighed. "Now I don't have to tell you that you've earned a testing, do I?"

No, I saw THAT coming... I prayed fervently that Frieda's outlandish example wasn't Jack's default test...

"This is what we're going to do," Jack explained. "I'm not going to surprise you with it, so you can get your act together on the way. I don't want to see any hesitation, no begging or pleading -- you just do what I tell you and act like it's the most natural thing in the world, understand?"

"Yes Jack!" If there was some other answer, I didn't have any idea what it would be...

"Okay, it's going to go like this," Jack directed, "When we get to the checkout, I'm going to send you back to the dog collars for another set of two -- one spiked and one pink -- and another leash. When I tell you to go, you take off all of your clothes and put them somewhere -- on the counter or something -- and Frieda is going to put your pink collar and leash on you and you're going to crawl back there on your hands and knees and get the stuff. Then you're going to crawl back with the collars in your teeth -- Frieda can carry the leash -- and you're going to put them in my hand. When I tell you it's okay, you can stand -- but you're going to the car naked. Got all that?"

"Yes, Jack." I didn't know whether to be thrilled or horrified -- I mean, it was going to be EXTREMELY humiliating -- but I wasn't giving blowjobs to strangers, and I wouldn't be outside...

"I can add blowing the clerk at the checkout if you don't think it's enough..." Jack taunted.

"Oh, no! That's fine!" I threw up my hands, thinking, 'God! I don't want to ADD anything!'

"Okay, then. Let's go."

Frieda came up beside me as we were walking to the checkout and whispered in my ear, "Sweetie, you are SOOO slow! If you'd said, 'Okay, Jack, if you want me to,' when he hit you up with blowing the clerk, you'd have proved you had your shit together and you probably wouldn't have had to do ANYTHING!!" I spent the rest of the trip to the checkout wondering if Frieda was right -- and I decided that she probably was, as usual. The tests were about whether I would react properly to a request -- and since ANY request was a reasonable one, the sooner I started treating ANY request as reasonable, the sooner they would STAY reasonable... I got myself together; it was time to make Jack proud of me...

So things played themselves out at the counter as Jack described them -- except I didn't really expect it when he told Frieda, "Hook up my bitch..." That hurt a little, but I got it -- and I got moving, getting out of my clothes. Frieda had me stop to put on that silly pink collar -- I wondered vaguely, 'Does the pink collar make me a poodle instead of a Rottweiler?' I looked at Jack as I got down to my bra and panties, but the look on his face said he wasn't satisfied and we weren't stopping, so I didn't even pause. Well, Daddy had seen it all...

The clerk mumbled something meant to stop things, but Jack showed him his ID and that put an end to it. I got down on all fours and Frieda led me off to the dog collars.

There, we ran into trouble right away; there were no more in our size of either type. After puzzling a bit and discussing it, Frieda stuck a smaller version of the pink collar and a black one in the right size but with studs on it instead of spikes between my teeth and we headed back.

As we came up the aisle, some young girl carrying a helmet started dissing me to Jack. She had all kinds of questions -- what were we doing, why me and not someone better looking, why wasn't Frieda naked... Jack had answers. Then she eyes us all like he's an asshole and we're idiots, "So you're training a harem for pickup?"

"No, I'm a Confederacy officer on Earth on official business," Jack replied -- and he proved it. THAT change her tune -- the next thing you know, she was asking him if he had room for one more; I thought my heart would swell right out of my chest when Jack looked down at me, smiling, and said, "No, I have what I want." He crooked a finger and I crawled to him and placed the collars in his hand and he caressed my cheek and called me his favorite girl -- and suddenly being naked on the floor in a dog collar wasn't so bad...

But then we got into the size problem and how the new collars differed. I let Frieda make the explanations and just pressed against Jack's leg. But he decided he wanted us to go off for another look, so I let Frieda lead me off to the collars again.

There were more problems at the collar rack. Jack wanted four of everything -- I figured that Jack's other girls were getting dog collars, too, which was why he needed four. But three was the best we could do... Back at the counter, I discovered I was wrong when Jack announced, "Hmmm... I guess I'll have to offer your father a different color for your mother." So who was the fourth collar for? Daddy's other woman? It didn't matter; I just pressed up against Jack and let him rub my cheek.

Then the clerk said he thought there might be more in back, but he couldn't leave the register. Jack whipped out that brass knuckle thing I'd held the night before and told him not to worry about it, so he took off with Frieda. Frieda wanted to know if she should give the clerk a blowjob -- which floored me, more or less -- but Jack didn't take her up on the idea, which told me that she'd been right all along about how to handle things. Duh. Frieda generally was... Then Jack turned his attention to me and I reveled in his approval and his touch. The girl with the helmet was watching, so I grinned at her and she came out with, "So, you're a dog..." -- really nasty.

Well, ONE of us was a concubine -- and it WASN'T her! "I'm HIS dog," I replied. "What are you?" THAT shut the little bitch down!

"I knew you would catch on!" Jack exclaimed, squeezing me against him.

"I knew," I explained, "I just got... wrapped around the axle. It's not how..."

"Yeah, you weren't raised to this," Jack agreed. "How do you feel?"

"Wet." I grinned maliciously at the little bitch with the helmet. "If Frieda sucks him can I suck you?" I added. THAT got rid of HER!

Frieda and the clerk came back, having turned up four of each type of collar. The clerk begged off doing anything with Frieda -- said it would make him feel like a pedophile -- but he had hungry eyes when he looked at me. He said he didn't want to have sex, but he would like to touch me...

Jack said, "Beth, get up and go around behind the counter and let him feel anything he wants," and unsnapped my leash.

Well, I knew my job -- and I'd come to realize that the craziness associated with it allowed for some freedom of expression, too! I didn't even blink -- I just went around the counter and let the old guy feel me up! Now, never in a million years would I have wanted to have sex with this guy, but he was, like, reverent, while he played with my saggy boobs and rubbed my ass and fingered my puss. I got hot, okay? It was a LOT more attention than I'd gotten from ANY guy except Jack... By the time I came out from around the counter, I was SOAKED and itchy and I wanted Jack in me -- and I SAID so, right to his face!

I couldn't do dinner and I don't think Jack could, either; we went back to the grocery store and got my car and Frieda followed us home. I was so hot... Jack told me I should masturbate -- and any other time, I might have gotten stupid and embarrassed and refused -- but I was SMOKING and my love button was itchy and besides, if Jack said it was okay... I stuck one foot up on the dashboard and leaned the seat back and made a disgusting spectacle of myself doing something I OUGHT to have been doing alone in my bedroom -- and it was BETTER, if anything! I got wet and sloppy and had two orgasms -- but I still wanted Jack's beautiful penis...

As we came through the door, an outsider would have been amazed at the clear signs of change. Momma (naked) met me (naked, wearing a pink dog collar) and contented herself with, "Hi, Honey. Have you had dinner?"

"No, Momma," I replied, preoccupied, "but it'll wait."

"Beth..." Jack's voice sounded behind me.

"Jack -- Master -- PLEEEEZE!" I wasn't above begging.

"Well, don't be rude to your mother," Jack replied, catching up so that I could grab his hand and pull him along. "Frieda, brief Vera -- just the basics. I want to surprise her..."

"I'm on it..." I heard Frieda reply, but I was already tugging Jack toward the stairs.

Once in my room, Jack teased, "Tell me what you want."

It was another one of his tests, I think. Fine -- I was too hot to be embarrassed. "I want you in me. I want you to make -- no, I just want you to do me!" Making love was too gentle a description for what I wanted.

"I guess I can do that," Jack drawled, pretending reluctance. "Help me get out of my..." He didn't finish because I was already working off his shoes. There was silence except for my grunts and whines of frustration as the pair of us got him out of his clothing in something like thirty seconds, then I had it in my hands. It was already hard, hot and smooth, and as I slid my hand up and down it some of his goo leaked out of the tip. The urgent heat in my womanhood that I had worried might wane due to the delay flared again, and a fresh rush of wetness joined the sticky wetness already coating my inner thighs from my masturbation session. I sucked in the velvety purplish tip and rolled my tongue over it, savoring the musky flavor it had generated while trapped in his underwear even as my saliva washed it away. "Are you ready?" Jack croaked.

"Oh, yes!"

"How do you want it?"

A wild wanton feeling had been carrying me along ever since the feed store. I gave it voice, and it said, "I'm your bitch -- do me doggie!"

Jack laughed; I knew that whatever craziness had enveloped me, he approved of it. "Up, then, Bitch! Wag your tail and show me you're in heat so I can mount you!"

I hopped up on the bed and backed up to the edge and waggled my butt at him; where this craziness was coming from, I didn't know and didn't care. This wasn't me -- I'd have been mortified at the idea of actually drawing attention to my big butt -- this was some free, uninhibited person who had taken over my body. The good news? Whoever it was let me enjoy every sensation... Jack provided a surprise at that point; instead of just sliding himself into me, he bent and ran his tongue up my puss from my love button to my bung hole! I screamed in surprise and pleasure! Jack chuckled and said, "Dogs lick it a little, first..." He lapped me a few times and I thought I was going to cum RIGHT THEN, but then he stood and rubbed the soft, blunt tip of his probe up and down my split -- once, twice -- seated it at my opening, and pushed it home...

All I could think was 'Oh, thank God!' For all I knew, I yelled it at the top of my lungs, but I don't think I did. At last, Jack's hands settled on my hips and his flesh plumbed my depths and it was time to... well... Okay, I don't use this word much, but in this case... Fuck, okay? It was time to fuck! I wanted it the way he gave it to Frieda last night, and I let him know it! "Do me! Do me HAAARD!"

Jack obliged me; his hips snapped and he tugged my butt to him as he buried himself to the hilt, then he set up a rhythm right away that had my butt jouncing and wobbling as his pubic bone bashed it and his testicles -- okay, balls! -- swung to go boink against my love button. I dropped down on my forearms to get more stable and turned my head to watch him work to attain his pleasure, allowing his animal expressions to amplify my animal joy! On another day, I might have been horrified watching the ripple that went through my butt as his pelvis smacked it, but the person in charge of THIS... fuck... LOVED it! It was just another sign that I was being bred... The thought flickered through my head that maybe I would throw a litter of puppies -- just one of those weird things you think about while you are afloat on a cloud of joy -- and I barked a laugh. Jack frowned for a second, wondering what was up, then dismissed it -- but I explained, anyway. "Puppies," I panted. "Give me puppies!"

"It's what I'm here for!" Jack panted back, and redoubled his already urgent efforts. If my tunnel hadn't been gushing forth lubricant, he'd have set fire to us both at the rate he was going; as it was, the wet, squishy sounds that underlay the meaty smacks of our impacts just added to my arousal...

It had always been there, that orgasm I'd been promised more or less when the old guy at the feed store ran his hands lovingly over my body, his touch oddly reverent. Now, after a delay that I had feared would drive it away, it rose before me like a tsunami! Jack began to glow before my eyes as our surroundings darkened; I saw nothing but him, driving himself deep into me with every pounding stroke, trying to merge us into one being. My thighs locked up and began to shake, the first sign of my loss of control as the pleasure intensified to an unbearable level and the wave broke over me and the world went white...

I think I screamed.

My body was on automatic, doing what it was supposed to -- milking Jack's shaft for life-giving seed. I had no control -- and needed none. At the second rolling pulse, Jack suddenly went, "AAAAAAHHHH!" -- and my stomach went rigid as it clamped my puss on his length and I FELT his seed as his penis bucked and spewed it on my cervix! The world went white AGAIN as my puss milked him, using muscles I never even knew I had, my belly clenched and rippling as the muscles there supported the action inside my womanhood.

It seemed like we were poised like that for five minutes, but it was probably only a few seconds while his probe pulsed inside me. I felt every surge -- and felt it when they tapered off and automatically relaxed my grip on him. Jack stroked my back from the base of my neck to my tailbone a couple of times and muttered, "THAT's my favorite girl!" Then he put his hand on my tailbone and gave my butt a little symbolic push and I flopped forward, wasted and sated. It seemed like every time we did it, sex was different -- and every time, it was better! I wouldn't have wanted it that way the night before, but tonight Jack's pounding attack had been THE thing to deal with my wild arousal. I'd gone wild, wanting it -- craving it -- until nothing else would do! I rolled over on my back and put my feet up on the edge of the bed, my legs spread -- and lay there, knowing I was dripping Jack's seed on the bedspread. I didn't care; it didn't matter. Jack bent down and rubbed my belly and mauled my boobs and kissed me and said sweet things -- and I luxuriated in it, rather than worrying about what he thought of the way my belly pooched (or would have, if I hadn't been flat on my back) or my boobs sagged out to the sides. I was rapidly shifting from being shy, hung-up and inhibited to a total wanton -- and as long as Jack was happy, I was happy! If he wanted me to do naked public blowjobs, I would MUCH prefer to give them to him, but I would give him what he wanted -- ANYTHING he wanted...

After a few minutes, he stood up and said, "I'm going to get you a washrag -- you're a mess down there! Then we probably ought to think about dinner."

Such was my state of mind that I didn't ask, "What do you want me to wear?" Instead, I asked, "Do you want me to dress?"

Jack laughed, said, "Yeah, I think so -- but not yet," and headed off to get the washrag.