Lack of Agency (2)

Ch 10 - Lack of Agency (2)

16:00 Friday

“That was amazing, Jack.” Jean said, still gently stroking Natasha’s hair as she slept. “I think you’ve given her more peace and pleasure than she’s ever experienced in her life.”

She saw his brows furrow, pausing briefly in his re-dressing, before laughing. “I’m not going to kid myself and act like I’m being altruistic here. I just take what I want, Jean. Maybe sometimes it works out.”

Jean didn’t agree of course. He’d given them both so much. To his sister, too, apparently. Some of the neighbors. She couldn’t see anything he’d done wrong. But she didn’t want to argue with him.

“What are you going to do about the girl?” She wondered. Curious, not judging. He checked the time on his phone and nodded, coming to some decision.

“You’re not expected back until late, right?” He approached, his eyes burning into hers. Jean felt her heart flutter, her body heating up to ready itself for him.

“Y-yes. No later than ten, if we don’t want to raise any eyebrows. Natasha has an assignment tomorrow, and I have some other cases to review.”

He looked slightly concerned, which just warmed her heart even more. “Is she going to be alright? I went at her pretty hard.”

Jean smiled. “Well, I’m not a doctor, but she’ll be fine. Sore, of course, but she’s dealt with much worse.”

When he leaned in to kiss her, Jean responded eagerly, moaning as her unoccupied hand found the back of his head. She didn’t want to let him go, but it ended all too quickly.

“You’ll have to wait just a little bit longer.” With genuine regret in his voice. Jean bit her lip, nodding submissively. “I figure it’s time that I experiment with recordings of my voice.”

He asked her to make sure that the girl was well away from the bedroom, but she already was. The apartment door had been unlocked. Jean had given her loose directions, and she’d ended up on the living room couch, watching TV.

Jack sat at his desk, opening up some notes, recording software and putting on a headset. A test or two, just to check the sound quality. Sounded decent. He wasn’t going to run any noise reduction on the recording, obviously, as that might remove whatever specific combination of soundwaves that supposedly made his power work.

Then he revised that idea.

He’d save two versions of the file, to see if the other one still worked.

He glanced back to her and Natasha on the bed. “Let’s wake her up, just for a second.”

Natasha roused reluctantly, until she remembered where she was, and saw Jack leaning over her. “You can go back to sleep in just a bit. Here.”

Even groggy from sleep, Nat understood immediately, shuddering as she sucked the cum he’d gathered from her dripping snatch off his fingers. Jean did the same, squirming as the pleasure rolled through her body.

“You are only to internalize my commands when you believe they are intended for you from now on. Even then, ignore anything that you think would run contrary to what I want to achieve unless I explicitly state that it’s an override command.”

“Y-yes Master.”

Jack nodded, and returned to his chair. He’d already had the opportunity to try this with monitoring agents Chaney and Trevino yesterday. It appeared to be working as intended, so he’d be implementing it generally from now on.

Unsuspecting listeners had been incredibly beneficial to him, but he didn’t want to let any off-hand remark derail his intentional programming.

Natasha was snoring softly again before he even started the recording.

“Stay and listen until the end of this recording. You would recognize my voice anywhere. You want to obey me. Obedience to me makes you feel wonderful. You trust me and respect me greatly -”

The scripting was generalized, rather than specific, and ended within a minute with the instruction to only internalize commands the recipient believed were intended for them, though only the first part - the girl in the living room, for example, obviously wouldn’t have any idea what he wanted to achieve.

Transferring the file to his old Samsung, Jack handed the device over to Jean, along with the familiar spray bottle.

“Could you go out and give our guest two sprays, then play those recordings? Start with the filtered version, keep an eye on her thoughts, to see if it still works.”

Jean smiled. “Of course.”

***

16:10 Friday

Jean knew that she hadn’t held any significant attraction to women before today.

Before Master.

But as she watched the twenty-year-old college student gasp and shudder, orgasming repeatedly after swallowing their owner’s seed, she felt an unmistakable thrill. Jean had already been aroused, of course. She was in her owner’s apartment, so that was a given.

It wasn’t even just that the college girl was attractive. It was the fact that Jean was giving her to Jack, and giving her the gift of being his. God, that was hot.

Jean pressed play, chuckling a little at the irony of the girl’s last name.

Bethany Lily Masters, though she went by Beth.

“Stay and listen until the end of this recording.”

Jean knew the recording wasn’t for her. Wouldn’t do anything for her anyway. She was far more deeply devoted to her owner than the recording would imply. The thought made her smile.

Beth squirmed in her seat, left in that state of utter satisfaction yet complete arousal that followed swallowing Jack’s seed. She was a blonde, rather than a redhead like Jean preferred, but she was undoubtedly very attractive.

She had striking gray eyes and a pretty face. Plump lips to rival Natasha. And her body was undoubtedly many men’s wet dream. Large, plump natural H-cup breasts, highly set and round. Jean knew from the girl’s memories that she had large areolas, only slightly darker than her pale skin, and could see the pointy nubs of her nipples pointing through her shirt.

Her body tapered off into a flat but soft stomach, before flaring again at the hips and large plush ass. Not spectacular, not like Natasha, but Jean certainly wouldn’t mind getting a feel for it. And Jack had given her explicit instructions for what type of girl to fetch, after all. Out of the fifty or so adults currently in the nearby apartment block Beth Masters had fit the description best.

The girl was confused as to why she was here, of course. She had wanted to ask some questions, but Jean preferred she didn’t. So she didn’t, and listened in silence.

The recording ended.

“Sit tight just a little bit longer, Beth.” She gave the girl a comforting smile, and went to knock on the bedroom door.

Jack emerged fully dressed and closed the door again, looking at her questioningly.

“It seemed to go well, even with the processed recording.” Jean confirmed.

He didn’t say anything as he stepped past her into the living room, in front of the girl. At his gesture Jean released the majority of her control, but kept the girl seated.

“Wh-who are you?” Beth asked, afraid and confused, squirming in her seat. “W-why am I here? Why can’t I stand up? And what the hell kind of **** was in that spray bottle?”

“Did you like it?” Jack asked, amused.

The sudden look of realization and surprise on her face was priceless.

“Oh.” She said softly, flushing with arousal and embarrassment, squeaking out, “H-hi. It, um, it was great.” There was a brief pause as she squirmed again and looked away, flustered. “I’ve never orgasmed like that before. I barely ever - um, at all.”

Jack chuckled, saying “I don’t think you’ll have that problem anymore.” as he took a seat beside her. “How do you feel about me?”

“Y-you’re so fucking hot.” Beth breathed, refusing to meet his eyes. “But, like, I respect you and trust you a bunch too, obviously. That’s why, um, I - I thought it was okay to tell you that. I - I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable or anything.”

Even in her embarrassment, the girl was pulling her shoulders back, thrusting her chest towards him. She knew her breasts drew men’s attention, and she wanted nothing more.

Jean leaned back against the wall with her arms crossed, to just watch, a slight smile tugging at her lips. She’d released her control entirely almost as soon as the girl heard Jack’s voice, but Beth wasn’t going anywhere unless he sent her away.

“You didn’t, it’s fine.” He replied, “Do you have a boyfriend?”

“Uh-huh,” She practically moaned. “I-I mean, yeah. But we’re not that serious. O-okay, I guess we technically are, but -” She flushed, her face almost crimson now, looking down in embarrassment, “But if you want to fuck me, I’ll text and break up with him right now.”

The almost pleading tone in her voice was far too relatable to Jean. She’d been fantasizing about Jack ravaging her for almost an hour and a half now. A small part of her was jealous that he was paying attention to this girl instead of rocking her world, but she wouldn’t let that get in the way of serving him.

Jean could wait. Her owner would decide when it was her turn.

She just hoped it would be soon.

“That won’t be necessary.”

”O-okay.” The disappointment on Beth’s face was crushing. In a quieter voice she added, uncertainly, “I - I just want to please you.”

Jean had already told him that the girl had a boyfriend, Jack was just probing her reactions. Beth was studying at the local community college, still living with her parents in a suburb a couple of miles away.

Though she’d been spending her nights in her boyfriend Stan’s apartment more and more often lately. He was 28, and in IT, quite successful. They’d met at a college career fair in her freshman year, and he’d been so charming and cute, Beth had slipped him her number with butterflies in her stomach. She almost never did something like that, with all the attention she got for her figure.

That was a little more than two years ago. Things had gone well from there.

Jack smiled, and the girl gasped in arousal when he squeezed her thigh comfortingly.

“Let’s exchange numbers. Just text me when your boyfriend is home, and we’ll work something out.”

“Oh thank god, I thought I was going to fucking die if you didn’t -” Beth started in a burst of excitement, but then she stopped, palming her face with a frustrated groan.

“... I forgot to bring my phone, and I don’t know my number by heart…”, she admitted in embarrassment.

“I think we can work around that.” He glanced at Jean and she nodded in confirmation. Beth might not remember, but it was right there in her mind. “I’ll text you. Now, just a little taste -”

He kissed her, and Beth’s whole body shuddered with arousal, climbing onto his lap to grind against his bulge breathlessly as Jack’s tongue aggressively claimed her mouth. She spasmed again when he palmed her breast, and came, gasping, “Oh fuck agaiiiin - nnnngh ! -”

Jack watched her grind and bounce on his cock with a pleased grin, toying with her huge, soft tits. “Are you going to be a good girl and take care of my cock from now on?”

“Uh huh,” Beth moaned, mewling as she kept grinding against his bulge. “I’ll take care of this big guy any day of the week. Whenever you want me to.”

“I’m Jack, by the way.”

A flush of embarrassment joined her arousal.

“H-hi, Jack.” She said quietly. “I’m - I’m not like this for anyone else, just so you know. I’m not a slut.” She paused, reconsidering. “For anyone else.”

“I know.” Jack chuckled. She gasped when he simply stood up, lifting her easily with him, and set her down on her feet.

“But for now you need to get going. I’ll text you, and we can finish this later.”

She nodded obediently, taking a deep breath, before padding toward the exit. Though she hesitated with her hand on the handle, turning back towards him and Jean.

“See you later, Jack.” She leaned forwards and squeezed her breasts demonstratively, offering up her humongous cleavage, before running them down along her body. “I’ll be thinking about all the things you’re going to do to me.”

The breathy seductive tone was quite good, if undercut by her obvious embarrassment.

It was cute.

“See you later, Beth.”

Once the door closed behind her, Jack asked, “So, was that morally wrong?”

Jean shook her head, smiling. “Of course not. You didn’t need to be a telepath to tell how excited she was, just at a glance.”

“Hmm. Well, I have an idea for how to deal with SHIELD.”

***

16:30 Friday

Claire saw the busty blonde exiting her brother’s apartment from the parking lot. The girl looked flushed and embarrassed, like she was barely holding herself together, utterly lost in thought as they passed on the stairs.

Claire felt a twinge of jealousy sprout up in her mind, and rolled her eyes, quashing it.

It was silly. She’d barely been walking right for two days since they had sex the first time. Her brother was just too much man for any one girl. And he loved her. Claire was his.

She knew that, but sometimes a stray thought would act up a little. Just had to push it back down. Silly.

She opened the door, calling “I’m home! --- O-oh, Jean!”

She spotted her brother’s attractive date in the doorway to the kitchen.

Claire blushed a little. She’d really been hoping for a warm welcome back, one of those possessive kisses Jack sometimes gave her that made her knees weak, and her toes curl.

“... Nice to see you again,” Claire coughed, to cover her embarrassment, “I take it the date went well, huh?”

The older woman looked more composed than Claire, but some embarrassment and perhaps a twinge of frustration slipped through with the pleasant smile. “It definitely did. Your brother is… Something else.”

Claire chuckled, “You’re not wrong.”

“Are you girls talking behind my back? Should I be concerned?”, came Jack’s voice from the kitchen. He emerged with a spray bottle in hand, completely filled with some cloudy white mixture.

Claire ignored it, barely even noticed it. She knew her brother was holding something, but also knew it was nothing she needed to think about.

“Well, might as well get this out of the way.” Jack said, setting the unimportant thing down, and stepping past Jean, towards her. To Claire’s surprise, he pulled her tightly against him and swept her up in a soul-searing kiss, one hand cradling her head.

Oh, that’s the stuff -

Claire gave a deep, satisfied moan as her body went on auto-pilot clutching at his shirt.

Her knees went weak and body shuddered as her brother figuratively devoured her, his other hand kneading her ass. When they parted she was flushed and panting, looking between her brother and his date in confusion.

“O-okay…? What the fuck?” She stammered, worriedly.

Jean chuckled, shaking her head.

“Your brother told me about the two of you. It’s okay. I don’t mind.”

“Mhm,” Jack murmured in her ear, pulling her in for another peck. “I told you. People can be very understanding. Still only in the apartment, and with people you know are cool about it though.”

“Y-yeah,” Claire breathed in relief. She gave Jean a weak smile. “Welcome to the family, I guess.” She chuckled. She felt a small worry she’d had - had suppressed until now - start to unravel. That Jack wouldn’t want her anymore if he got a girlfriend. Silly thoughts.

Jean gave her a reassuring smile in return, but it was Jack who spoke.

“Can you handle dinner, sis? I want to hang out with Jean and Natasha for a bit longer, we have some stuff to discuss.”

Claire raised a single eyebrow at him. “Natasha?”

Jack smiled. “Jean’s co-worker. She’s also cool. You’ll meet her later, but we need a bit of alone time.”

Claire shrugged, disappointed but not unhappy. She liked cooking. She especially liked being useful to her brother. “Yeah, fair enough. Dinner for four?”

“Yes, please.” Jean responded, flushing as Jack placed a hand on her ass and started leading her toward the bedroom.

“Some fucking first date…” Claire muttered quietly to herself, checking the fridge.

A casserole would be nice.

***

“Y-you’re - s-so - f-fucking - big -” Jean Grey gasped.

Jack was laid out naked on the bed, propped up with some pillows behind him, drinking in her equally naked body as she slowly worked his cock inside of her.

Jean knew she shouldn’t be surprised that it felt like this. She’d seen him claiming Natasha, her friend and lover, one of the most disciplined people she knew. And she’d seen and felt the woman get utterly overwhelmed with pleasure.

It shouldn’t come as any surprise that her entire body spasmed almost uncontrollably in ecstasy, as Jean slowly sank down on his thick length, her pussy gushing as it surrendered to his manhood. He was stretching her out. It felt like he was molding her insides, making her fit for no other cock than his own.

That thought made Jean shudder blissfully again.

“Sssch now,” Jack teased her, his voice laced with appreciation, “You wouldn’t want to make my sister jealous. She might poison your food.”

“- nnngh - f-fuck -” Jean didn’t usually swear, but it felt appropriate to the circumstances. “- w-would be worth it - for - t-this - huge - f-fucking - cock - oooooh yeeeeeesss -”

She bottomed out against his pelvis, panting with both exertion and arousal. She felt so fucking full. No surprise there, either. It looked practically like a physical impossibility for him to fit inside of her. Yet he did.

“Mmmmmh,” Jean moaned, appreciating what a perfect fucktoy she was for her owner, grinding her hips slowly. She fit him like a glove.

Jack placed his hands on her hips, stroking her spasming thighs appreciatively.

“Go at whatever pace you like.”

“Yes, Sir.” Jean breathed huskily. God, she loved him. Letting an unworthy toy like her take pleasure from his cock. She placed her hands on his chest, marveling at it, tracing it with her nails. Chiseled. Dense. So powerful. Slowly, she started bouncing, pulling up an inch or two and then grinding herself back down with a gasp of pure bliss.

She was cumming again within half a minute, shuddering on top of him as he traced her curves lovingly. He seemed to particularly like her breasts, even though they weren’t as large as the college girl’s, or even Natasha’s. She knew he loved her womanly hips and her big, jutting rear.

Few men didn’t. It’s just that no other man mattered.

Almost as if to confirm the thought, Jack hands trailed down her sides, grabbing her ass, kneading and mauling her thick cheeks in a way that - to her - casually conveyed his ownership.

When he took a firmer grasp and began bouncing her ass on his length, Jean mewled in orgasm again, with that thought in mind. “- mmmngh, t-that’s it - f-fuck - use y-your ****, M-master - f-fuck my s-slutty body - uuuuughn -”

By god, he gave her exactly what she asked for. With one hand on her breast, Jack pushed her upright again and bounced Jean’s quivering body on his huge cock like the toy she was.

She loved it. Her existence became a blur of mewling incoherent encouragement as climax after climax rolled through her, her focus slipping away and narrowing until there was only her owner’s massive member filling her up and stretching her out, over and over again.

And then it happened. It became so much better than even the blissful heaven she had resided in for god knows how long. She felt his thick cock lurching inside of her, and she saw stars, wailing in pleasure as her body spasmed uncontrollably, her pussy clenching and milking him greedily and gushing a frankly alarming amount of her juices in time with the hot, sticky bursts of semen filling her up.

When it was over, Jean hung utterly limp in his grasp, struggling to regain her breath.

Jack let her down gently onto his chest, and pulled her in for a kiss that made her pussy clench around his member again. “Mmmmmh.”

“Worth the wait?” Jack chuckled softly.

Before Jean could respond, Natasha’s sleepy voice came from beside them, husky with arousal. “Sure as hell looked like it.”

“It was.” Jean breathed, shaky but more thoroughly satisfied than she could ever have imagined being, as she turned to look at her friend with a dopey, exhausted smile. “So worth it. Worth anything at all.”

***

A/N: Feedback appreciated.