Janet's Tongue

Janet's first appointment ended with Olivia's staffer taking advantage of her.

***

The next morning at work, with Magritte and Roxanne listening, Cat asked Janet, "How did it go? Were you able to get Olivia off? Did she approve of your - ahem - technique - or lack thereof~? Are you OK? Did she hurt you? Did she tie you up? What about BDSM? C'mon, Janet, we're dying to hear your experience with Olivia - your first experience with anyone?"

Janet went into minute detail about everything that occurred, including the part that Jessica played.

Cat and Magritte were livid and threatened to tell Olivia; however, they posited that maybe she knew and overlooked the fact that Jessica expected perks from women that Olivia hired.

They knew that Olivia wanted to buy Janet's contract, but did that entail Jessica's participation? They weren't concerned that they'd lose Janet's influence with the rest of their clients as they'd receive more largesse than that from Olivia - and the governor. However, they didn't want to expose Janet to Jessica's predation.

Roxanne gritted her teeth but kept her mouth shut.

Janet added that Olivia had neglected to give her any money, and she was too timid to ask Olivia for it. Magritte told her that she'd pay her out of her own pocket and have Olivia reimburse her - that it was no big deal as Olivia probably had other things on her mind.

***

Several weeks later, Jessica was having cocktails at her favorite bar when an attractive woman asked if she could buy her a drink. She looked the woman up and down and said, "You certainly may. You may also sit and talk with me." After introducing themselves as Jessie and Anne, they sat, drank, and talked for nearly two hours getting acquainted with one another - and then some. Then, Jessica asked the woman if she'd like to get more comfortable. The woman had lust in her eyes and reached under the table and caressed Jessica's inner thigh.

"I guess that answers my question. Can we go to your place?" Jessica asked. "I live in my boss's house, so using my place is out of the question. And we'll have to go in your car. I came here by Uber."

"No problem," said the woman. "I have a beautiful Audi that I delight in showing off."

Jessica staggered a bit when she got up from the chair and tried to walk.

"I think I had one drink too many." She admitted as she got into the car.

"No, Miss Jessica," the woman said, it's the Rohypnol working, but Jessica was so out of it that the words didn't register.

***

Jessica fought her way up through a mental fog but found she was unable to move. She was lying on her back, strapped to a table in a dimly lit room. Her wrists were spread far apart and secured to a pipe behind her head. Her ankles were strapped to a long pipe parallel to the end and about two feet above the table.

The windowless room, lit only by an LED candle, was too dark for her to check out the rest of it. She had no idea of how long she'd been lying there or what time of day it was or even what day it was. Her leg and arm muscles were cramped and sore, yet when she tried to move them to stretch, she realized she was helpless.

She felt so very afraid - that she lost control of her bladder but didn't feel wetness on or under her. She raised her head enough to see that she was naked and that her butt was partway off the table, so her urine went on the floor instead of on the table or would have gone in her clothes if she hadn't been naked.

After lying there awake for several hours, she was exhausted and crying. She was thirsty, hungry, and had to pee again. She thought, "What the hell~!.", let her sphincter open, and urinated on the floor again. Soon, her fear turned to boredom and she let herself fall asleep.

***

Jessica awoke with a start. Someone else was in the room. She couldn't see them, but could hear them moving something around.

"Oh, sleeping beauty is awake now." She heard Anne's sultry voice. Rox-Anne came out of the shadows and stood next to the table. "Are we enjoying ourselves, Miss Jessica? No? what a pity. You look so comfy lying there."

"What the hell do you think you're doing, Anne, if that's your real name? Is this some kind of sexual kink you're into?"

"No, this is payback time, bitch - sorry - Miss Bitch," Roxanne answered. "Let's see if you can take it as well as dish it out."

Jessica shrieked, "You fucking slut. You better fucking untie me. You don't know who you're fucking with, you fucking cunt. Get these fucking straps off me, you fucking - - fucking_.

"Oh, can't you think of anything worse you can call me, Miss Jessica?" laughed Roxanne. "Just you wait. When we're done, you'll probably think up a lot more epithets. We can google some if you can't think of any new ones. Now, settle down and take your medicine like a nice little bitch. You did some major harm to a good friend of mine, and now it's your turn to be on the receiving end."

"I don't know who the hell you're talking about." Jessica sputtered. "I haven't hurt anyone."

"Are you calling me a liar as well as a fucking cunt?" Roxanne growled. "That's the one thing that really sets my teeth on edge. I may be a fucking cunt, but I never lie - without good cause.

I'll tell you what. We're going to play a little game called Jessica's Choice. Have you seen the movie, "Sophy's Choice" where the Nazis let Sophy opt to keep one of her kids while the other one would die? Yes? It doesn't matter because you're going to have a similar choice between your clitoris and your nipples. You can keep your clit or your nips, but not all. Aren't I nice? I'll give you an hour to make up your mind. That was more time than they gave poor Sophy. Personally, I'd prefer to take your nipples. They'll make a nice set encased in lucite. I could wear them like a necklace and tell people I have four nipples. In the meantime, while you're deciding, we can play other games."

"You wouldn't dare touch me like that. My boss would have your head." Jessica stated.

"Dare? Did you say dare?" Asked Roxanne. "If you knew anything about me, you'd know I'll always take a dare. So, you want to play Truth or Dare? Well, to tell the truth, I gave you an hour to decide between your clit and your nipples, so I won't take them now, but I will DARE to take another piece of your flesh."

Roxanne moved to the foot of the table, reached up to Jessica's ankles, and pushed them as far apart as they'd go on the pipe they were attached to.

Jessica cursed from the pain in her groin muscles and tried to move her legs together but the ankle straps wouldn't budge against the friction of the rough pipe. Roxanne moved a small wheeled cart close to the end of the table. She took a scalpel from a tray on the cart, pulled Jessica's clitoral hood up away from the woman's nub, put the blade between the nub and its hood, and raised it up away from Jessica's clitoris. A half-inch of flesh parted. Jessica shrieked like a scalded cat and shook her arms and legs rattling the pipes she was tied to. Her inhaling and exhaling were rapid and sounded like a running engine. Her stuttering sobs sent tears rolling down her face.

"Now - call me a liar and dare me to cut you again." Roxanne hissed.

Jessica's resolve turned to mush and she pleaded with Roxanne not to hurt her again.

"No, I won't hurt you that way again - until your time's up to decide between your nub and your nips. Again, I'd prefer to take off your nipples and you could still have your clit to play with. Just think, if you weren't ever able to orgasm again. That would torture you for the rest of your life. Tell me to take your nipples. That would be best for both of us. I'll get them erect before I remove them, but I'll leave your areoles intact. Deal?"

Just a suggestion, but when your clitoral hood heals, you can have your local tattoo salon pierce both sides and insert a double stud to pull them back together. See? Good as new. Right? Maybe two emerald studs. You're looking kinda green anyway.

"In the meantime, I'll just use a strap on your ass and on your pussy." She whispered. "Once across your butt cheeks and the next over your labia - like a metronome - until you decide."

She began slowly and rhythmically crisscrossing Jessica's vulva and butt with strap strokes eliciting more screams, shrieks, and screeches from the bound woman. By the time for Jessica's decision, her ass and vulva were almost blood red. Her bisected clit hood was bloodier; her thighs smeared red by the bloody strap.

"Well, time's up, what do you want to keep, Miss Jessica, your nub or your nips?" Roxanne asked.

"Oh god, oh my god. I can't choose. What if I can't choose?" She pleaded. "I'm about to have a heart attack trying to decide. I just can't decide."

"No problem, Miss Jessica, in that case, I'll take both your nipples AND your clit." she confided to the stricken woman. "I'm sure that my friend whom you abused would consider them as reparation - TIT for tat, so to speak."

"Listen, it could have been worse. I had considered inserting four-inch hatpins directly into your nipples until the beads on the ends looked like part of your nipples - much like body piercings; however, your breasts flatten out too much when you're lying on your back to take four inches without penetrating your chest wall. Now, I don't want to possibly cause a sucking chest wound. I don't know if that would happen or not, but best not to take chances. I don't want to cause serious bodily harm. I only want to teach you a lesson - NOT - to - use - and - abuse - other women.

As you probably know, your clitoris is about four inches long behind the little end nubbin under the hood - split hood in your case. I could have forced the same four-inch hatpins into the length of your clit, but again, best not to take a chance of the hatpins coming out of the side instead of to the end of your girl penis. Soooo, I'm stuck with the next best thing - slicing off your nipples and/or clit bit.

Roxanne grasped Jessica's left nipple between her thumb and forefinger and pulled it until she could pull it no further. She took the same blade that she had snipped Jessica's clit hood with and steadied it next to the nipple. Jessica took a ragged breath and looked away.

"Wait," she cried. "Wait. If you're going to cut off my nipples, don't take my clitoris, too. I've decided - I've decided - to keep my clitoris. I can't live without my clit."

"Okay." Roxanne agreed. "Take a deep breath and close your eyes. I assume you wouldn't want to watch your nipples being sliced off or are you that kinky?"

Jessica had no choice but to follow Roxanne's instructions. She held her breath as long as she could; then, exhaling opened her eyes and looked down at her breast. Her nipple was still intact. She was too dumbfounded to utter a word but looked up into Roxanne's face.

"You know," Roxanne uttered, "pulling your nipple made me realize how little meat it is. Both nipples wouldn't amount to as much as a child's marble. What do you have that's a bit meatier that I could take to my friend for retribution? Maybe one of your breasts. She dug her fingers into Jessica's left breast, squeezed hard to get a good grip, and twisted the mound of flesh. Jessica screamed, "Oh dear god, please - please - not my breast, dear lord, I'd die,"

"Hmmm", mused Roxanne, "There'd be so much blood, and I'd have to take you to the hospital to take care of the wound. Too much fuss and feathers afterward. What else would you suggest I cut off? Shakespeare's Shylock asked for a pound of flesh. All I want is a few ounces." Roxanne pretends to pore over Jessica's body for a larger piece of meat than her nipples. "Miss Jessica, how about your inner labia? They stick out and you have too much meat under your seat. What do you think about giving them up instead of your nipples? They're of no use to you anyway."

Jessica gasped, "Yes. Oh dear god, yes. You're right. They're not necessary. Please take them instead of my nipples - or my clit."

"I'm thinking, Miss Jessica. Can you give me several good reasons why I should accept them? Would you beg me to take them?"

"Oh, please, Anne. Please. As you said - and I agree - I have no use for my - large - uh - meaty labia - then, then - I'd look better without them. Then, I wouldn't have reason to - oh gawwdd, please take them off. Let me keep my - my - other parts. I'll even help you. I can show you the best place to cut. I'll hold them away from my pussy so you won't - you won't cut anything else - accidentally. I swear I won't fuss or give you any trouble. Please don't cut my nipples off. I'm sorry I offended - abused - your friend. I don't even know to whom you're referring. I don't - I don't remember ever hurting anyone. Who is she? What did I do to her? I swear, I promise I'll make amends - just take my inner labia and not - not my other parts. I am so scared, I'm sick, but I won't resist and I won't - I won't - I can't think straight."

"Hmmm, " Roxanne hummed, we're not finished with your nipples yet. Since you asked so nicely and you'll have your meaty labia removed, we're not going to slice them off: however, we still need to punish them a bit just so you'll remember not to use and abuse unwilling women. Sooo, now you'll know how it feels to be abused unwillingly." Roxanne removes the velcro strap around the woman's chest, and lowers the pipe her ankles are strapped to - bringing her legs down and spread wide. She lifts up the pipe behind Jessica's head and sets it into higher slots - bringing the woman to a sitting position with her arms up above her head. She is still cinched to the table by the strap across her thighs.

"Now, Miss bitch, you have two choices again. One, the four inch hat pins directly into your nipples. Your breasts are sticking out far enough now that your chest wall is no danger of being punctured - hmmm - or second option, rubber bands snapped a half dozen times on each of your nipples. Sound like fun, hmm? So, what's your choice?"

"Oh please, Anne, don't stick those hatpins into my tits. They may do some permanent damage. I'll opt for the rubber bands. How bad can that be compared to hatpins?" Jessica pleaded.

"You tell me after you've experienced them, " Roxanne answered.

Roxanne stretches the band out from Jessica's right nipple and releases it. Jessica screams and tries to get loose from the straps holding her wrists and ankles. She shakes her head back and forth and takes several deep breaths until a rubber band strikes her left nipple. She screams, twists her body back and forth shaking the pipes holding her. Another band strikes her right nipple again. She shrieks and tries to lift herself off the table - anything to avoid the exploding pain from the rubber bands. Roxanne continues punishing Jessica's nipples until the woman is hanging limply from the pipe above her head.

"Let's see, " Says Roxanne, "what other mischief we can do. Your second choice was to lose your clitoris. We can't let that sweet little nubbin to go unscathed, can we? Two more 'Jessica's Choices" - the four-inch hatpin pushed up through your clit - oh, only about two inches. I doubt that I could follow your entire four inches of girl penis. Would you like that, hmm? Or - the second option - rubber band clit snaps - hmm - I think six snaps should do it. Right?" She shakes Jessica's shoulders to see if she's still aware of what's happening. Jessica whispers under her breath, "No more, please, no more. I've learned my lesson."

"Oh, but will you remember it?" asks Roxanne. "You will after your clit's on fire for several days and you have to walk with your legs apart. I doubt that you'll want to Jill for a week or two." Jessica nods her head, "O - kay, I'll opt for the snaps. I don't want my clit to be permanently damaged either."

"Good girl," Roxanne says, "a few more minutes of fun and it'll all be over. Won't that be nice?" Roxanne carefully lines up the rubber band with Jessica's clitoris and releases it.

Jessica shrieks, squeals, and urinates a heavy stream - wetting Roxanne's dress from the waist down. "That wasn't nice, Miss Jessica. Now, I'll have to change my clothes. Should we add another rubber band snap for such outrageous behavior. We'll see, Miss Jessica."

Roxanne moves from between Jessica's knees to the woman's side. She leans across Jessica's leg and snaps her clit again. Jessica screams voicelessly - shudderingly inhales and pleads for mercy. Roxanne takes a deep breath, exhales and says, "You weren't merciful when you abused my friend. Why should I be merciful?"

Roxanne snaps the band again. Jessica howls, her eyes open wide, and she shudders. When Roxanne snaps her clit for the fourth time, Jessica's body jerks, and she faints. Roxanne waits for several minutes; then, flicks water on Jessica's face. Groggily, the woman lifts her head and tries to focus on Roxanne. "I'm in such pain, I can't tolerate any more of the rubber band. I'd rather you cut off my clit than have it snapped again."

"Well, to be fair, I WAS increasing how far I stretched the rubber band, so we'll call it even - four stretched-out snaps probably equals six shorter ones anyway. No more nice fun pain for you, doll. We're almost quits."

Roxanne asks Jessica who her boss is - that she lives in the same house. Jessica blurts out, "The governor's wife, Olivia, Olivia Marchant.

"Oh, you must meet a lot of women doing your job, right?"

"Yes, yes, a lot of women - Women's Clubs - fundraisers - ERA advocates - a lot of women, why?" She grimaces, and says between her teeth, trying to contain the pain.

"You're going to go to your boss, Mrs. Marchant," Roxanne orders, "and tell her that you crave eating pussy and that you'd appreciate her telling women she comes in contact with inside her home, office, meetings, etc. that you're eager to eat them out. Not only will that score points for the governor and Mrs. governor, but it will be exculpatory for your misdeeds.

You will NOT turn down any woman who agrees to let you eat her out. If one of those women doesn't ask you directly for oral sex, you'll find a way to suggest it. It doesn't matter if she's young, old, fat, skinny, or ugly, you'll service her. If she hasn't washed her vulva for a month; If she's on her period; if she has never wiped piss from her labia - you'll service her. If I hear through the grapevine that you've reneged, I'll take you again and that time I won't be so lenient. I'll take your nipples, tits, your entire clit - not just the tip, and, of course, your total clit hood. You'll spend the rest of your life looking over your shoulder wondering when I'll take you again to slice and dice.

Furthermore, you will refuse reciprocation from any of those women. You may NOT receive a sexual tongue lashing from any woman with whom you are not in a mutual and permanent relationship. You may cat around picking up women at bars or anywhere else, for that matter, but especially any women you come in contact with while working for Olivia Marchant. You may eat out any woman you pick up, but you may not receive oral sex from them. Tell them that you're on a 'liquid diet' and needed to ingest her female fluids and aren't interested in having her - them - go down on you. Understood?

Yes? Are you in agreement? Hmmm? Yes~! Good~! Good~! Now you're getting with the program.

Getting back to your labia minora. You will go to your gynecologist or plastic surgeon and tell him or her that you want plastic surgery to remove your overabundant pussy tissue. That it's causing you to have problems - itching and burning - and your inner labia are fat and ugly anyway.

Explain to him or her that you want to keep the excised tissue as a souvenir of what you used to look like as opposed to a cleaner, smoother look. He or she will understand as many women watch porn, realize that porn stars have a cleaner look, and opt to have labiaplasty.