One final squeeze

I decided to give Janice a proper wake up.

I silently grabbed the stun gun from the living room…

…Placed it softly against her juicy, big buttocks…

And..

ZZZZZZZAP!

She shot up like a lightning bolt.

“YAAAAAAAA What the fuck- WHAT THE? FUCK OUCH OUCH! OWWW! MY ASS! WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO MY ASS, ASSHOLE?! OWWWWWW!!!!”

There she was. Talking human language again.

Just as I remembered her.

“You know… This little machine ain’t all that bad. Might be useful. I’ll be taking it.”

I dropped the stun gun in my pocket.

She was furiously rubbing her ass, and her face was contorting from the pain.

“YOU- YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! DIE!!”

“Woah woah woah. Calm down, bitch. Unless, of course, you actually want our thing…” I leaned next to her. She was sweating, and swerving from side to side, but she wasn’t pushing me away.

I flicked her right nipple with my forefinger.

She threw her head back in a sudden onslaught of ecstasy.

There was even a nearly-orgasmic moan there. She failed in holding it back.

“nghghaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh…..”

“…to be over,” I finished my sentence.

She quickly forgot all about her asspain, and was back to pinching her own nipples and moaning. It was like she was masturbating by playing with them.

“Still… what you’re doing now… it’s not quite the same, is it bitch? You need my fingers. Just admit it. Come on. Be a big girl and tell the truth.”

She groaned, pinched, twirled, banged her head against the wall…

It’s amazing the amount of fight this woman still had.

“..yes… yes.. YES! I NEED THEM! FUCK YOU!” (JANICE: +2SP) (+37SP)

“Okay. Nice to see you’ve at least come to terms with that.”

I turned around, ready to exit her bedroom and her house.

But I stopped. I had one more thing to say.

“Just so you know… Next time will cost you. Real money. And the thing is… I know you’re quite successful. You make it very clear each time we have met. So… Let’s put the price… Of the next nipple pinch… to, hmm, what about… 200?”

“W-what? 200 dollars? Are you serious? Y-you want me to pay for abusing-“

“No, 200. Thousand. Dollars.”

Her mouth fell open. And stayed that way.

Janice was quite literally speechless.

200 thousand dollars. For inflicting pain on her.

…It was more than I needed for Henrika’s price, but… Might as well get some extra for myself as well. Plus it was a nice, round number.

“Now, obviously, I’d still need you to be a good girl. 200k is just to get me to play. You won’t have to pay that amount for every pinch… but you need it for the next one.”

She could only stutter. “t-t-that’s an—aw-awful joke Jack, just- I mean, haha, that’s so stupid, I mean-“

“Bye Janice. See you in a couple of days.”

“WAIT! FUCK YOU! HOW DARE YOU- YOU WILL NEVER FUCK ME AGAIN! LAST NIGHT WAS YOUR LAST TIME! NOBODY HAS EVER, NEVER TREATED ME LIKE THIS! LIKE I WAS A PIECE OF SHIT OR SOMETHING! FUCK YOU! YOU’RE NOT GETTING THIS ASS ANYMORE! AND FUCK YOUR COLLARS AND CHAINS YOU FREAK! AND DON’T GO NEAR MY SISTER YOU FUCKING-”

Her shouting from the bedroom became more and more distant as I walked away.

I exited the house, slamming the door behind me.

Well, that was a fun night. Literally fulfilling another of my old fantasies.

Just roughly fucking the arrogance out of the bitch. No romance, no foreplay… Just fucking.

Yeah… with training, she could be an alright trio of holes. Something to really stuff my dick into, when I needed it.

But this day was not about her.

This was about my victory, and I planned to enjoy every part of it.

As I was starting up the car… She suddenly ran in front of it.

She had only thrown on her bathrobe. Her face was still a Pollock painting of my cum.

And the collar and chain swung around her neck. She ran here in such a hurry, she hadn’t figured out how to remove it yet.

I mean… she had to know there was a chance her neighbors could see her like this?

Still… she mashed her bathrobed tits against my window, signaling me to lower it.

This had to be interesting… So I did.

“What’s up?” I asked nonchalantly.

“I… Look… I’m… I… I’m s-sorry… I didn’t m-mean all t-those things I yelled about… okay?”

Wow.

The bitch really goes from 0 to a 100 in seconds.

She was even trying to form a weak smile with her cum-stained face.

I guess the thought of actually having to pay that ridiculous price was finally hitting her. And the fact that she couldn’t live without my fingers anymore.

As much I wanted to just drive off… There was something…. I kinda wanted to try.

Something I needed to experiment.

“Hey, bitch. Open up that bathrobe, and put your tits through the window. So that they’re inside the car.”

She blinked a few times, trying to process my command.

“Um…. B-b-b-but…. Someb-somebody could see-“

“Seriously? You’re still refusing me?”

“No no no! Um… Just… okay… Fuck…”

Janice let her titties out once again. (JANICE: +3SP) (+40SP) And she carefully pushed them inside the car, ever so closer to my face.

All I could see of her was her gorgeous, mangled tits. Honestly, they were hotter without her bitchy face in the picture.

“Just hold them there. No matter what.”

“Wha- but… why?”

I began closing the car window.

Before she could even properly react… her tits were caught between the glass and the car.

“NGHAaaaanghgaaaaaanaghaaaaAAAAAAOHGODAAAAANGHAAAAA…”

I’m no expert, but it sounded like it hurt.

And was extremely pleasurable at the same time.

Any passer-by would think she was having an orgasm.

It was the same sounds she was making yesterday, when I finally pinched her nipple.

Okay. This confirmed two things. Yes, I didn’t have to only pinch her nipples. Her breasts were good enough. I think the trait even mentioned that, but I hadn’t checked it out for certainty yet.

And the other thing… I didn’t have to pinch and squeeze by hand. I could use a tool. As long as the tool was operated, and presumably, placed there by me… it would work the same. Like this car window.

For five seconds, the car window was trying to desperately close itself and her titflesh in its jaws. And she was loving each of those seconds.

When I finally opened it up again, and she was freed… she took two wobbly steps backward… and crashed.

Right on her front lawn.

With her bathrobe wide open.

I guess the experience was too much to take.

I leaned out of the window.

“That was your last free taste, Jan. Ready that 200k. Then we’ll talk again.”

She was trying to mumble something back, but it was hopeless.

I was already driving away.

Gee. I hope no neighbor finds her like that.

Wouldn’t do any wonders for her reputation, I guess.

The trek back to the office was nothing to speak of.

I saw no-one until I finally stepped inside the writer’s room.

And oh man.

The tension was so heavy it nearly punched me in the face.

First there was Lana, who instinctively stood up the moment I stepped inside. I guess if it was just me and her, she would have continued by placing herself in the **** position.

No. Right now… she just looked at me. Demurely.

And when I looked at her… she stared at the floor. She didn’t even have the willpower to face my eyes anymore.

I could see a few bruises around her ankles and hands.

The more I thought about it… The more it pissed me off that Maria had abused and damaged my perfect bitches. Thank God that was soon over.

Sophie stayed sitting on her desk, but had stopped writing the moment I came in.

She just stared at me. As if too scared to say anything.

She was still red all over, and her clothes had a few sweat stains on them.

Apparently not even finally being allowed to cum was enough to fully quell her desires.

Ulla…

Ulla didn’t have on her usual arrogant face.

She just stared at her computer screen.

Not writing.

Not doing anything.

It looked like she hadn’t even logged in yet.

Yeah… it was almost a miracle she even came to work today. Then again, out of anybody here, she really really didn’t want to lose her job.

But she had stuff to work through. I could understand that. Yesterday was quite something.

Fuck.

The room was so deadly silent.

I wanted to lighten things up.

To have some. Real fun. With them.

But not… just… quite… yet.

I sat down at my desk. I said nothing.

Finally, Lana understood to sit as well.

I wasn’t going to do anything with them. Not until this Maria business was through.

And for that to happen, the first sign would be-

Oh, my.

I could see through the office windows. Hayley was marching straight into Maria’s office.

Yes. It finally begins.

All I needed to do… was take it calmly. For a little while.

Maybe look at my phone.

The app.

…

Sophie and Lana were still staring at me.

“What’s wrong with you? Get your asses back to work. Right now.”

They both practically jumped as they began tapping on their keyboards like there was no tomorrow. Ulla still stared at her screen, motionless… But I didn’t care.

Now… The app…

Now, did I see…

Oh yes. A brand new trait.

For Janice.

-SEX PET: DOGGY-

ROUTE A- ROLEPLAY

-FETCH!-

The subject will feel increasing desire to act like a dog. They will slowly prefer crawling to walking, barking to talking… and eventually eat their food off the floor. Other dog-like mannerisms, like fetching a ball, apply as well. Doing these actions gives the subject sexual pleasure.

ROUTE B- MIND/BODY SPLIT

-HEEL!-

Whenever a collar is placed on the subject’s neck, they find themselves to be unable to wear clothes, walk on two legs or speak words. Instead they will get naked, walk on four limbs and bark. They will be unable to do any actions that a human being could, only actions that a dog could. They might not like it, but are unable to do otherwise.

I see… so this is the direction with Janice?

…Good.