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Ellie aka Worthless Whore (Ellie_RH)
" for volunteering with the editing of this chapter. Apart from helping with the grammatical issues, her valuable research and inputs were the core for this chapter. Her understanding of the vision of this series has been impeccable. If you enjoy it, I'd appreciate if everyone can give her the deserved recognition in the comments section.
Author's Note:
Please read this series sequentially to get a better understanding. This story is eventually going to take a dark path and
will not
follow any traditional non-con templates that most stories do. If you're expecting a traditional non-con story through and through, it will disappoint you at some point. If you want better character development and unexpected plot twists, you'll be in for a treat. If you choose to follow this series and still get offended, I gave you a fair warning. That being said, let's continue.
Special Notes:
I have intentionally dropped clues at each chapter. People paying attention might guess what could happen next.
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Few days ago
Rick was excited as he walked to Rachael's office. She had given him certain directions to follow for Jessica's further training. He and Jamie had both followed the instructions to every detail, and it worked its magic. At the university they kept her in a constant state of arousal using the advanced gadgets on her body. They didn't contact her but kept her at the peak of her arousal. At home, both brothers would practice various forms of advanced bondage position and techniques on her.
Each night, both brothers would fuck her multiple times but wouldn't allow her to cum. From all the events of her recent past, she had lost all hope. Somehow, she continued through her misery. She had done as they demanded but wouldn't give them the pleasure of breaking her mentally further. Jessica held her fort for several days. She fought well and pretended that her extended and extreme orgasm denials were not affecting her.
The problem was the whore within. Jessica was fighting her for days. But she loved to grant absolute control to her tormentors. Jessica's biggest enemy was the whore within. Each day, she was winning a little more. The whore was overpowering Jessica and the more they aroused her, the more powerful the whore got. Jessica knew she couldn't control her any longer. Whore's screams were getting louder by the day and Jessica couldn't get them out of her head anymore.
Jessica just didn't want the whore to overpower her. The whore didn't care about Mike or Jason or her own career. The only thing that mattered to the whore was her physical pleasure. If they would allow the whore to cum as much as she wants, she would do whatever they wanted from her. Even forget Mike and Jason completely. These days, Jessica didn't fear Rachael as much as she feared the whore. They knew how to play the whore like a musical instrument.
All Rachael intended to do was make the whore primary and Jessica secondary. The moment that happened, they would own her completely. Mentally, emotionally, and physically. Last night's session was too much, and the whore took over completely. First time in days, she begged the brothers to let her cum. She agreed to do whatever they demanded of her if they let her cum. They continued to torment her further for several hours. The whore cried and begged for permission to cum. Eventually, when they felt she couldn't take it anymore, they denied her.
That night, the whore blamed Jessica for all her miseries and torments. There was a massive fight between the whore and Jessica. Whore won it clearly, as she was way too powerful for Jessica to control now. Jessica meekly accepted that she'll do whatever the whore tells her to do with no question if she stops yelling at her. The whore was fully out. She had become primary, and Jessica is now secondary. The whore doesn't care about Jessica and her life. Not even a bit.
Rick opened the door to Rachael's office and directly entered inside and said in his excitement, "your plan worked like a magic trick. Flawlessly. I must tell you, one thing I'm dying to say. You are a fucking twisted bitch who knows exactly what to do to gain absolute control over people. And I love it." With that, he sat on the chair opposite to her.
Rachael was working on a disaster recovery issue for the gang. She had got information from a source within the FBI that someone unknown is doing an undercover investigation on their gang. The person in charge of the investigation leads a small team. And it's appointed on a need-to-know basis. Not even her source inside the FBI knows about who is leading the team and who all the members of this team are. All he could find out was there's a deep undercover agent already in place. FBI had infiltrated their gang, and she didn't know it. This was the biggest failure in her planning. And she couldn't accept it. She needs to find this mole and deal with it.
Rachael stared into Rick's eyes for the longest period and didn't say a thing. If you could kill someone from a stare, she would have at that moment. Rick realized he did something wrong and looked down, trying to avoid eye contact.
"Who are you?" asked Rachael in a stern tone.
"What?"
"Are you dumb? It's a simple question. Who are you?"
Rick swallowed in his nervousness. "I fucked up more than I estimated. But how?" he thought. "I'm Rick. We know each other," said Rick in a broken, soft, and nervous tone.
"Do we?"
Now she confused Rick. "Did she genuinely forget me, or this is one of her twisted mind games?" he thought. But all he could do was just nod.
"I don't think so. Because if you would know me then you WOULDN'T FUCKING DARE TO BARGE INTO MY OFFICE WITHOUT KNOCKING AND SIT IN FRONT OF ME WITHOUT MY PERMISSION," she lost her composure and yelled at him.
She made it absolutely clear to Rick who was the boss around. He gets excited and forgets where he belongs on the ladder. "I'm sorry. I'll go out and come back again. I got excited. I'm sorry," he said and left her office.
When she heard the knock on the door, she took a deep breath to calm herself down. "Come in," she said.
Rick walked into the office again, but this time, he was more cautious of what he would say to her. He stood in front of her but didn't dare to sit this time. Rachael, as a punishment, didn't allow him to sit as well.
"Now speak. I don't have all day for you here. I have important work to do," she said in her seething anger. She was angry at her own failure but took it out on Rick.
"We did exactly as you've told us, and it worked like a magic trick. She finally gave up and begged us to allow her to cum. But as per the plan, we didn't," said Rick but with total lack of excitement in his statement.
"Perfect. Now listen to me carefully and don't use your own head. Do exactly as per the plan. Nod if you understand," said Rachael, humiliating Rick like he was some dumb kid who wouldn't understand basic instructions. But Rick knew the power dynamics and swallowed his ego and just nodded. Rachael explained her detailed plan to him. She had detailed it down to a tee.
"I'm sorry to ask, but it's really aggressive. Do you think it would work? And would she still do as we say afterwards?" asked Rick.
"It would work if you don't use your own head and do exactly, I've told you. And if she wanted to back out, she would have done it already. We've done way more to her already where a normal woman would have backed out. Her brain is stuck in a dilemma where she can't decide what she wants. She will continue to do as we command her. If you follow my plan, her dilemma will continue to grow, creating more confusion for her. She wouldn't be able to make any sane decisions."
Rick nodded and agreed with her statements. "I don't think there would be much problem forcing her to sign those documents. She's already struggling to make basic decisions because of her prolonged arousal and orgasm denials," he stated.
"Yes, that's not what I'm worried about," she said. She opened her desk drawer and pulled out a small bottle of an unknown gel and threw it towards Rick. He caught the bottle and looked at her with a questioning expression. She continued, "this will help gain her absolute compliance. One of Steve's club members made it. This is extremely strong and long duration. They had written instructions of use on the bottle. It's remarkably simple."
Rick placed the bottle in his pocket. Rachael continued again, "I'm more worried about that fucking horny judge. I've handled everyone. Witnesses, lawyers and even folks at the university. Everyone is under my control. Most of the folks are already members of the club, so it wasn't too difficult to manipulate them."
"But I thought the judge was also a member of the club?" asked Rick.
"Yes, he is. But that fucker had promised some of his friends about a crazy weekend with her. He says that now it's about his prestige. He had agreed to do it but wanted her at his farmhouse for one weekend with his friends."
"What's the problem with it? She can handle it."
"You clearly don't know a thing about the judge. He's fucked up. Complete sadistic person. His friends are even worse. I don't care if she can handle it. I'm worried if in their excitement they do too much to her and we don't even get to see her debut at the club. The club is more important than the judge. But you're right. She'll have to handle it. Even Steve couldn't get through to the judge, so I guess we must trust them. We've made him understand that there shouldn't be any permanent damage done to her physically. I'm hoping he will follow through with his words. We're so close to her debut now that I don't want to take unnecessary risks. And he's an unnecessary risk."
