Jack's Lesson in Respect.

A Commissioned sequel to Jack's Lesson in Authority. 

Jack is summoned up to Warden Lawson's office for her monthly session of humiliation and abuse. Today, however, Miranda has plans beyond milking Jack's cock and knocking her down a few pegs, she wants Jack broken for good.

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The air was cold in the Warden’s office, raising Jack’s skin to goosebumps as she lay, helpless and alone in the dark. She groaned and strained against the straps binding her wrists and ankles to no avail. She hadn’t expected anything to come of her efforts, the warden’s perverse helpers were ruthlessly efficient, and very well-practiced, at tying her down.

She raised her head and stared furiously down over her muscle-bound body to where her cock was sitting snug in its cage. It had been yet another month since she’d last been dragged into warden Lawson’s office. Another month of unwanted, painful chastity. Another month of having to pretend she was powerful and vicious and invincible to keep her position as top dog of the Purgatory from slipping away. Another month of having to smack around poor little Ki to keep up the guise of a cruel and demanding dominant.

Her shaft was in a permanent semi-hard state, oozing pre as it lay squeezed and compressed in the tiny metal cage locked around it. Her balls were fat and heavy with seed, practically boiling with need, so hot that Jack could hardly stand it.

“Hey!” She yelled, pulling at her restraints again. “What the fuck are you waiting for!?”

Attitude like that was going to cost her in the long run, she knew that well, but at this point all she cared about was getting started. Miranda’s cruelties might have been painful and humiliating, but at least they gave her some brief relief.

She heard the clicking of heels outside of the room and a soft hiss as the doors slid open.

“What are you playing at?” Jack growled, trying to tip her head back to glare at Miranda as the soft ‘click, click, click’ of her stilettos on the metal floor drew closer.

“Now, now Subject Zero.” The warden’s voice cooed. “I’m a very busy woman, I do have better things to do than play with you.”

Miranda appeared upside down above Jack, smiling coldly down at the red-faced convict. Her silky black hair had been tied back in a neat bun and her crisp white suit was as neat and spotless as ever. She reached down and patted Jack’s head, gloved fingers scraping gently over the fine peach-fuzz stubble of hair that grew over the goliath’s scalp. Jack froze as she felt the warden’s fingertips against her, recognising instantly the same pointed-tip latex gloves that Miranda’s loyal guards wore.

“Let me out.” Jack rasped, “I’ve done what you wanted. I haven’t caused any trouble… just let me the fuck out of this thing.”

Miranda pursed her lips. “It’s true, you have been a good little girl for me this month.” She sighed and stroked her thumb over Jack’s cheek. “But… we do still have a little respect problem, don’t we? I mean, how will it look to my colleagues if they see my obedient toy still talks back at me whenever I let her out? Hm?”

“You’ve gotta be fucking… ah!” Jack began before hissing as Miranda pressed a syringe against her shoulder. “What the fuck was that?”

“Hm? Oh, nothing to worry about.” Miranda hummed, “But that’s a very good example of what I’m talking about.”

Jack whined as she felt her body begin to heat up, a warmth spreading down her arm and across her chest. She ground her teeth and tried her best to ignore the heat, but only a few seconds later she was panting for breath, eyes watering as her whole body lit up. Her cock throbbed and groaned, pressing against the metal cage with enough force to make the steel creak under the strain.

“Fuck… wh… what did you do… to… me?” Jack gasped as she was overcome with the need to breed.

“Girls, would you mind getting started whilst I talk to Subject Zero?” Miranda called out, calmly making her way around the x-frame Jack was lashed to so that she was stood between Jack’s bulging thighs. The tell-tale sound of another two pairs of heels sounded and the two masked torturers appeared over Jack, one on either side, giggling with cruel delight at Jack’s nervous expression.

Slowly, the pair shed the bulky armour plates, leaving their upper bodies snug in nothing but the latex undersuits hugging them. Leaning down, they gently brushed their breasts against Jack’s muscled arms and began to toy with her chest with pointed fingers. Jack winced as one took her left nipple between her thumb and forefinger and pinched tightly.

“Now, here’s our problem.” Miranda smiled, unlocking Jack’s cage and grinning as the convict let out a rattling gasp of relief. “You’re a good, obedient girl when it comes to following my instructions, because I control when and how this lovely cock of yours gets to come out. But because I’ve been so generous, you’ve gotten spoiled. You think you can still swear and curse and insult me, because as long as you do what you’re asked, you get your release. Well, that changes now.”

Miranda took hold of Jack’s shaft and gently began to stroke. Her soft latex palm sliding up and down the twitching tattooed pole with long, lazy strokes until Jack was whimpering in her hands. The once-threatening felon was at full mast now, pulsing with virility, the largest cock Miranda had ever had the pleasure to admire. And it was all hers.

She chuckled softly, testing the weight of the girthy python in her palm before squeezing. “You’re my pet project, Subject Zero. In that it’s my project to turn you into my pet.” Another squeeze made Jack yelp, her big brown eyes wet with frustrated tears. “You wouldn’t believe how much my employers pay to fund my work here. ‘Advanced interrogation’ they call it. I log our little dates as experiments in ‘aggressive re-education.’”

She smiled and snapped her fingers. One of the guards straightened up and wordlessly left Jack’s side. The other hummed, voiced distorted by her helmet, and detached the mouthpiece to bare her lips. The guard smiled cruelly before licking over Jack’s small, firm breast to her nipple and taking it between her teeth.

“One day, you’ll go mad from all this fun. Your mind is going to snap, and then all you’ll care about is survival.” Miranda cooed as the first returned and handed her a smooth silver fleshlight. “You’ll be an animal. Food, drink, sex, that’s all that will matter to you, and I already control all three which means I’ll control you.”

“F… fuck… you.” Jack growled, biting her lip as Miranda brought the soft moulded silicon of the opening to her throbbing tip. “I’m… no-one’s… pet.”

“I picture you dressed up like my girls.” Miranda mused, beginning to slide the fleshlight down further and further, making Jack moan and whine with every inch. “Tight latex squeezing your body head-to-toe, heels to make you even taller. I’ll scrub those tacky tattoos off your flesh of course, and grow out that hair too, just so I can pull it nice and hard.”

“Nyah!” Jack squeaked as the first guard joined the second in suckling on her nipples.

“We’ll leave an opening for your mouth of course, show off those lovely lips, and an opening to let this big, fat dick hang out.” Miranda’s hand moved faster and faster by the second, leaving Jack breathless and mute as the warden continued her monologue. “I won’t waste your muscles by covering you up with armour. You’ll wear the undersuit and the helmet, every inch of you on display as you obey my every whim.”

“N… never.”

“There won’t be any more ‘Jack’, there won’t even be a ‘Subject Zero’ anymore. You’ll just be a pair of lips and a dick in a suit, no voice, no thoughts, barely more than a mech.” Miranda sighed.

Jack groaned, her mind was screaming in outrage, every fibre of her being demanding that she break out of the cuffs and throttle Miranda on her cock until the bitch choked. She wanted to squeeze the two bitches toying with her nipples hard enough to pop their heads off like a zit. She wanted to pull their limbs off like flies and watch them squirm about on the floor. Unfortunately, she was too busy moaning and trembling to do much of anything.

Her roars of anger and hate came out as rattling whines and pathetic mews, her attempts to escape and inflict horrible brutalities on the women torturing her were neutered down to bucking her hips against Miranda’s hand, only succeeding in making the warden laugh at her expense.

She was so close. So close… any second now she’d feel the explosion of seed and the wonderful bliss of release. The moment of passionate inferno and then the soft, warm pleasure of satisfaction. She was almost there, just a little more… any second… any second.

With a groan she forced her eyes open and her head up, staring in confusion and anger past the grinning faces of Miranda’s guards to the woman herself. Miranda smiled sweetly, chin resting on one palm as the other continued to slip up and down fast enough to drive Jack mad with need.

“Oh, didn’t I mention?” she said with an innocent smile. “That little injection wasn’t just an aphrodisiac. I had my girls make it up in the lab, equal parts stimulant and abative. You won’t be able to cum for… ooh, an hour or two?”

“Three I would say, ma’am.” One of the guards grinned.

Jack let out a voiceless gasp and strained against her restraints again, bulging biceps throbbing with effort before she sagged back down with a miserable whine.

“I control everything in this prison, including you.” Miranda said, tossing the fleshlight over her shoulder and giving Jack’s throbbing head a flick. “I control when you eat, when you sleep, when you drink. I control what you wear and where you go and what you can and cannot do. Now, I control when you cum. I’m going to have you dosed every hour of every day until you’re screaming for mercy, desperate for release that only I can give you.”

“Nooo.” Jack managed to croak,

“Yes, and it’ll only be when you’ve been broken that I’ll allow you to.”

“Gonna… kill you.”

“Mm hm.”

Jack groaned and fell back, eyes screwed shut as the guards giggled at her torment. Miranda was bluffing, she couldn’t keep administering the drug every three hours forever. Eventually she’d have to let Jack cum, and then she’d be able to think straight. Her head was so clouded by lust and frustration that she could barely think of anything beyond her need to blow her load, but once she’d cum, then she could get back to planning her escape, and how to get her revenge.

She should have known Miranda wouldn’t let her have such time to think. Just seconds after she’d closed her eyes she let out a strangled howl as something cold and vibrating brushed up against the tip of her cock.

Her eyes snapped open to see Miranda calmly circling her plump head with the buzzing end of a toothbrush. “Wh… what?” she managed before Miranda pressed the toothbrush tight against her with a grin. Jack moaned and screwed her eyes shut again, desperate to ignore the vibrations running down her pole.

It was no use, the vibrations were driving her even crazier than the snug embrace of the fleshlight. It didn’t help that the guards were laughing at her now, having abandoned her nipples to poke and prod at her helpless muscled physique. They seemed more interested in annoying her than helping their mistress, at least until their prying hands snuck around underneath Jack’s body and wedged a plug the size of a lemon into the tight confines of her ass.

Jack’s roar of outrage, pain, and humiliation was cut short as Miranda brought the swirling bristles of the toothbrush down onto her glans. It was equal parts pain and pleasure, a thousand tiny, scratching things rubbing against her most sensitive place, and yet still sending waves of pleasure rolling through Jack’s helpless body.

The treatment went on and on, longer than Jack could bear to think about. She howled and screamed and cursed, straining against her bonds and trying to shut out the sensations driving her unwilling body wild.

Nothing helped, until finally Miranda brought the brush away from her flesh. Jack gulped and struggled to raise her head, she winced as two soft latex-gloved hands took her scalp and helped her head upright, nestling it between two plump vacuum-sealed tits.

Jack let out a helpless croak as Miranda’s hand cupped her heaving balls, rubbing over the hot, sweaty surface with her thumb. “God, you’re just about ready to burst, aren’t you?” she whispered cruelly, giving her a squeeze that made the biotic convict sob. “Now let’s not waste anymore time.”

Jack’s eyes widened as Miranda raised a small paddle and turned it over in her hand.

“No.” She managed in a small voice.

“Yes.” Miranda replied simply, before bringing the paddle down sharply on Jack’s sack. The resulting yelp of pain made Miranda flash her perfect teeth in a predatory grin and squeeze a little harder. “I’m going to keep doing this until you beg me to stop.”

Another smack landed and Jack bit back a cry of pain.

“Of course, when you do beg, I’ll send you back to your cell.” Miranda sighed, smacking her again, “Begging would be a sign of weakness, and I don’t think I should be rewarding that kind of behaviour.”

Another smack, then another, each in quick succession and each making Jack’s eyes water with pain.

“Beg for it to stop, and you go back to your cell with no satisfaction.”

Smack.

“Don’t beg, don’t give in, and eventually the injection will wear off and you’ll be able to blow your load.”

Smack.

“So I guess the question is this.”

Smack.

“How much pain are you willing to take?”

Smack.

“Just to cum?”

Smack.

“Will you break and submit to me?”

Smack.

“Or will we do this…”

Smack.

“For the next…”

Smack.

“Three…”

Smack.

“Hours?”

Miranda paused to see Jack’s reaction, her pale blue eyes shining as they met Jack’s bloodshot browns. She saw the quiver of her lower lip, the flush of her face, the wet trails of tears running down her cheeks, and grinned even wider.

Jack swallowed and pushed her head back down, bunching her jaw as she heard Miranda’s laugh.

Smack.

Smack.

Smack.

Jack lost count quickly, each new hit bringing her to tears as Miranda mercilessly paddled her. How many hits had it been? How long had they been going? Three hours… it was too much, to long. She couldn’t do it. She couldn’t hold on that long.

Smack.

Jack screamed at the top of her lungs, a long, shrill cry of agony and misery that finally made Miranda stop on what would have been the hundred and thirtieth strike.

“Please!” Jack sobbed, tears flowing freely. “Please... please, please…. Please.”

Miranda smiled and gave her thigh a gentle pat, before nodding to her guards to take the pathetic wretch out of her sight.

Jack tried not to think about all the eyes on her as Miranda’s guards hauled her bruised, broken body through the courtyard. If she was lucky, they’d all think she’d just weathered some of the worst tortures Cerberus could conceive of. She’d just have to hope that they were still scared enough of her to not decide that a new boss was needed for a day or two. Most of her fellow convicts were cowards, they wouldn’t make a move to try and replace or usurp her until they were certain she wasn’t going to appear and wring their necks. Then again, just as many were consummate opportunists, and would be looking for any sign of weakness to seize their opportunity.

The guards released her, letting her fall over the threshold into her and Ki’s cell, hitting the ground with a hard smack. The cruel giggling of the pair as they sauntered back to their mistress made her almost angry enough to stand and fight, but not quite enough.

Jack groaned and forced herself up onto her hands and knees. Her mighty arms quivered from the effort of even that, but just as she though she was about to fall again, Ki’s slender hands caught her by the shoulder.

“Jeez, what the fuck are they doing to you?” she whispered, struggling as she helped Jack straighten up onto her knees. “You look… god, you look like shit.”

“Hah, it’s… s’ nothin’.” Jack managed to smile before wincing with pain. “H… help me… onto the bunk.”

Ki groaned as she helped to support the beaten behemoth up, red-faced and breathless by the time Jack fell heavily onto the thin mattress of her bunk with a loud thwap and a creak of metal. She perched beside the sweaty ruin of a biotic and nervously eyed the mound of her cellmate’s cock.

“You alright?” she asked, “Do you need anything?”

“I’m fine.”

Ki pursed her lips. “You don’t look it.”

Jack opened one eye and sighed heavily. “You ever gonna drop this whole sweet, innocent act? You didn’t wind up in here by accident.”

“I just like fire, I’m not a murderer or a terrorist or whatever you are.” Ki scowled.

“Both, and then some.”

“Look… you’ve looked out for me, alright?” Ki said after a moment of silence. “I appreciate it, that’s all. I’m not looking for anything more than you’re giving now.”

Jack looked at her for a moment before smiling. “You’re cute.”

Ki couldn’t help but blush. “Yeah… whatever. So, is there anything I can do or not?”

Jack thought about it for a while, her face still twisted by pain as she lay with her eyes closed. Ki brushed some choppy blue hair behind her ear and sighed. She moved to stand up, only for one of Jack’s massive paws to wrap around her arm and tug her gently back down. She turned and looked down at the massive woman below her, deep into Jack’s dark, angry eyes.

“You can help me kill Miranda Lawson.” She growled.

Ki smiled.

“Where do we start?”