Chapter four.
The second Jack woke up the next morning and the morning after, he worried about whether or not Sam was having any luck with Merlyn's device. But then he became distracted. Loretta Jennings was the most demanding woman Jack had ever known, and not all of her demands were easily met. She particularly liked bondage…HIS bondage, while she stalked around the room wearing black leather and wielding a whip, dripping candle, a branding iron or something else intended to cause him fear and possible pain. She beat him a few times both days, across the back and buttocks, but not hard enough to break the skin.
In between whippings she almost seemed repentant, and then she would rub his sore, aching body with soothing oils and sing songs to him. And of course she would spend a lot of time massaging his cock, until it was hard and throbbing. But she wouldn't get him off right away. One of her favorite activities was to see how long she could keep him aroused without letting him come. And of course Jack had to try hard to please her, no pun intended.
It was those times that she was the most cruel to him, getting him hard and then placing a cock ring tightly around the base of his erection. Then she would make him lay on his belly, while she fucked his ass with whatever struck her fancy. After the first time, when she used the handle of the whip, Jack didn't even look to see what she was using. He just closed his eyes and strained at his bindings, wishing they would break so that he could give this demonical dominatrix some of her own medicine. He knew he had that thing in his chest, and that she could kill him with it in an instant, but all he cared about at that moment was hurting the witch!
And the woman was as strong as many men he knew. When she fucked him, she never fucked him gently. It always seemed to be a matter of do or die to her. She'd work him up until he couldn't take much more, and then she'd climb aboard and ride him hard. The few times that he'd actually been on top, she had wrapped her legs around his middle so tightly, that he thought she would break him in two. She obviously didn't like for the man to be in charge…not ever. Jack figured this was probably a reflection of her society's hatred and distrust of men in general. One time when he'd trapped her hands up by her head, she had glared at him and swore that she would kill him if he didn't let her go that instant. He could see the anger in her eyes, and he didn't doubt for one second that she would do exactly as she said, so he released her hands. He knew when someone was wacko and would do exactly what they said they would do. He WAS that sort of person.
After spending the better part of the two days satisfying Loretta Jennings' deviant cravings, Jack was feeling tired and cranky.
IGod, doesn't this woman ever get tired of having sex?/I he asked himself as he stepped out of the shower in her private quarters. He was worn out, but he wasn't too tired, or too intimidated, to protest when Loretta ordered him to get a haircut.
"Why?" He didn't like the idea of anyone messing with his hair…no one except the base barber at Peterson, that is.
"I want you to look nice tonight at the general's dinner party," she stated, sitting erect in a flowered, silk kimono. She was holding her hands out in front of her, so that a female slave could polish her finger nails. Jack thought the young slave woman acted like she was in some sort of drug-induced trance, just like the guards who Jack had tried to interview on several occasions. They had been totally unresponsive, and Jack was convinced that they were either drugged or brain-washed, or both.
"Oh, alright. Who's gonna work on this mess? You?" he asked as he stared into the big bathroom mirror, running his fingers through his graying locks. His hair was sticking up in fifty different directions, just as it always did.
Loretta smiled in his direction and chuckled, as she sat waving her newly painted nails in the air.
"No, not me, you silly man! I've sent for someone." Just then there was a knock at the door.
"Come in!" Loretta shouted, watching as the door opened and a blonde woman walked in carrying a small case. "He's there, in the bathroom," Loretta told her, waving her hand in Jack's general direction. "He looks like someone's pet dog. Please see if you can tame those wild locks of his, will you? But don't cut it too short. I prefer having something on top to grab onto when we're fucking," she said, seemingly devoid of all sexual inhibition. The blonde woman disappeared into the bathroom, and Loretta turned her attention back to her nails.
When Jack saw the woman's reflection in the mirror, he almost shouted. But instead he grabbed her free hand and pulled her toward him, giving her a big hug.
"Carter, are you a sight for sore eyes!" he cried enthusiastically but quietly, his face buried in her neck. Then he pulled back and stared into her eyes, while holding her at arm's length. "What happened with Merlyn's machine?" he asked. Her eyes looked at him blankly, and he received no answer.
"Carter? Sam, what is it? What's wrong?" When she still didn't answer, he shook her. He had a very sick feeling in his gut.
"Nothing's wrong. I'm here to give you a haircut. If you'll just sit over here, I'll begin," she said evenly, her expression unresponsive. It was as though she didn't know who he was! Jack suddenly felt like a big drain had opened under him and he was swirling around and around, heading for the opening.
"Sam, it's me, Jack! Don't you know me?" he asked. But instead of an answer, all he got was a dull stare, her blue eyes looking glazed and empty. Still holding her by both arms, and hoping he could shock some sense into her, Jack bent down and kissed her on the lips. Her lips were warm and soft but unresponsive.
When he straightened up, he saw Chairwoman Jennings standing in the bathroom doorway, and she was staring at them with a thunderous expression on her face. He let go of Sam's arms and stepped away from her, just as two guards ran into the room. He knew then that Jennings must have brought Sam here deliberately to test him.
"How dare you! I saved you from the mines, and this is the way you repay me?" she asked, shouting at Jack. But before he could respond, she aimed her anger at Sam. "And YOU! Apparently slavery was not a harsh enough punishment for your lies. Guards, take this woman back to the lab! Tell Dr. Kenyon the mind stamp hasn't taught her a lesson."
"What do you want them to do with her, Mistress?" one of the guards asked.
"They can use her as a test subject, for all I care. I certainly don't want to see her back here again."
"NO! Don't take her!" The instant Jack reached out for Sam, Loretta pressed down on the remote control she was holding in her hand. Jack put a hand to his chest and grimaced in pain, falling unconscious to the floor.
"What about him?" one guard asked, as the other one pushed Sam out of the room.
"Take him away! I don't care what you do with him. The lab can dissect him, for all I care. Just get him out of my sight!" Loretta screamed, waving her arms, the sleeves of her kimono flapping about like the wings of a giant heron about to take flight.
When Jack awakened he was in a cold, gray cell much like the first one, although this time Sam wasn't anywhere in sight. In fact, this time he wasn't alone in the cell, and the cell next to his was occupied too. Jack sat up and looked around at the three other men, wondering why they were here. Shouldn't they be entertaining their mistresses or toiling away in the mines?
He got up and walked over to a fit-looking young man who was standing, leaning against the wall. Jack guessed he was about twenty-five or so.
"So, what are you in for?" Jack asked. The man looked puzzled.
"I mean what place is this?" It clearly wasn't the brig.
"This is the holding cell for those of us chosen to serve in the genetics lab."
"Like hell I will! In fact, I think I'll be breaking out of here," Jack snarled. He could pick the lock in a couple of seconds. It was getting those guards to leave the outer chamber while he did it that would be the problem.
"We can't get out of here, man! Even if we could, what would we do on the outside?"
"My name's Jack. And I don't give a rat's ass what I do out there, as long as I have some say in the matter! What's it like outside?" Jack asked. He didn't think it could be any worse than in here.
"It's harsh, Jack. In the cities men have no rights at all. There are no laws to prevent women from treating us any way they like. At least in here there are military regulations," he said, nodding.
"Military regulations? What do you mean?" Jack knew a lot about those in HIS world, but so far he had seen no resemblance to his world in this place.
"Holy Mother, man, don't you know anything? In here we have a chance to redeem ourselves."
"How? Why should we?"
"Because we're flawed, man! By donating our sperm for research, we can gain the right to work as a slave for one of the officers or one of the chairwomen," he said, the idea obviously appealing to him. Jack shook his head in consternation. Were the men here all nuts too?!
"Been there, done that." Well he hadn't done the sperm donation thing, but he'd certainly worked for one of the chairwomen. In fact, he'd fucked her till he thought his balls would burst!
"You donated sperm before?"
"No, I worked for Chairwoman Jennings." Jack chucked to himself, thinking that she must be the source of the term BALL BUSTER, because that's exactly what she was.
"You were a slave to one of them?" the man asked, his curiosity peaked by Jack's admission.
"Yah, I was…for two glorious days," Jack said caustically, but the young man obviously didn't get the sarcasm.
"But why are you here now? What happened?" The man obviously couldn't understand why Jack would mess up the opportunity that had been given him.
"Let's just say I saw someone I liked a lot better than Jennings."
"Another woman?" Jack just nodded. "Wow, when you screw up, you do it big time!" the man exclaimed.
"Yah, I seem to have a habit of doing that. Listen, if I were to try and break out of here, could I depend on your help?" Jack asked hopefully.
"No! There's no way I'll ruin my chances of being chosen as a personal slave," he said sincerely. "You should try to get chosen again, or else you'll be sent to the mines for sure," he told Jack with a worried expression on his face.
Jack was considering what the man had told him, when one of the guards got a phone call. After she hung up, she came over and unlocked the cell door.
"You! Come with us," she said, as she poked a stun gun in Jack's ribs.
"Alright, alright! Keep your panties on!" he retaliated. The woman shoved the gun into his ribs even harder and glared at him.
"You will come with us without any trouble, and your life will be spared. If you resist, you will be killed instantly. Is that clear?" she asked, as she held out her other hand and showed him the remote control device.
"Yah, it's clear. See ya round, buddy," Jack told the younger man. The man simply shook his head, as if to say he thought Jack was the crazy one.
Jack walked between the two guards, scanning his surroundings carefully, as he always did when he was planning something. Several women passed him, heading in the opposite direction. They were wearing the outfits that the leaders all wore…nice clothes in vibrant colors. In several rooms, where the doors stood open, he could see women bent over control panels. They had white smocks or lab coats over their outfits, and they paid no attention to him or to his escort, as though they had no fear that he might break free and attack them. He thought there seemed to be too few guards for the size of the place, and that fact made him feel encouraged. Maybe he could break out! If he could just get hold of that remote control, then at least he wouldn't have to worry about someone using it to stop him. But then he thought about Sam. He wouldn't leave without her. He finally decided that now was not the time to try and escape.
After riding down several levels in the elevator, they arrived at the science labs, where he was turned over to a white-coated lab assistant who told him to undress, before asking him to lay down on an examining table. Jack complied, noting that the two guards remained in the room, standing next to the door, even after he was strapped down. Only a couple of minutes passed before the door slid open and someone he recognized came into the room.
Jack was astonished to see none other than Dr. Janet Frasier, and for a minute he forgot that it wasn't the one he had known.
"Janet!" Jack cried, unable to hide his surprise and delight at seeing her.
"I don't believe you know me well enough to call me by my first name, man. Or do you disagree?" she challenged, sounding affronted. Many men had come through the lab in the six years she'd been here, but she didn't recall ever giving any of them permission to use her first name! Nor did she think that any of them would be so presumptuous as to do so! This one certainly had balls!
"Yes! I mean sort of," Jack corrected, realizing he had spoken in error. This was not HIS Dr. Frasier, and he knew it. Now if only he could think of a way to explain his little mistake. He decided on a story and hoped that she wouldn't catch him in the lie.
"I'm very sorry, Ma'am. I just thought… When they brought me here for the implant, I saw you and I couldn't help but notice how lovely you are. I thought maybe you could use a good servant….someone to cater to your every wish?" he asked. "I would really like the opportunity to get to know you better," he said, giving her his best pick-up smile. It had worked for him for many years, and he prayed it would work now.
"Oh, you would, would you?" She looked at his handsome face and couldn't help but smile back. She had to admit that she found him very attractive, but she really had no time for a man in her life right now, what with her lab work and the boys.
"Yes, I really would," Jack said, nodding and smiling up at her. Then his attention was drawn to the thing in her hands….the thing she had just lifted from a nearby instrument cart. To Jack it looked like some sort of giant cake decorating tube, only with an electric cord coming out of one end. He watched curiously as she untwisted the small end, and he gasped in shock as she placed the end over his penis. After screwing the locking cap back into place, she flipped the ON switch, and the machine began to squeeze and massage his penis, as it pulsed and vibrated.
"Oh, shit!" Jack had fooled around with some sex toys in his day, but he'd never used anything like this! "Take it off, doc, please," he begged, not wanting to embarrass himself in front of her and the other women. But she simply stood back and watched, while Jack fought to keep himself from exploding. However, it wasn't long before he realized he was fighting a losing battle. Finally giving in to his animals instincts, he came hard, grunting until his life's essence filled the plastic vessel to the brim.
When he was finished, Janet unscrewed the fitting and carefully removed the device from Jack's penis. Then she removed the sperm receptacle from the machine and handed it to her assistant saying, "Be careful! Do not spill any. It is overly full, and I would not want to waste any of what this subject has to offer."
"Yes, Ma'am. He is indeed a real find, is he not?"
"He is that!" Janet agreed, smiling at her assistant. "He may be just the specimen we've been looking for. Get the sample to Dr. Kenyon immediately, and tell Jeffreys to prepare the test subject for insemination. Now, let's get that implant out of his chest, shall we? We wouldn't want anything bad to happen to this one."
TBC