A Tainted Reputation

Jackie looked on as Armando, despite the clear reluctance, finally went down onto his knees. In truth, she didn't find the man attractive at all - the tall, heavily muscled types triggered her far too much to find them appealing as anything more than opposition. But she did get a thrill out of the control she had, of forcing someone to act against their wishes, whether through force or manipulation. She'd been lying and messing with people's heads for so long now, nothing else got much of a reaction out of her.

"There you go, much easier, right?" She chuckled, moving around to face Army face-on, though her had his head bowed, eyes looking at the floor. She used the tip of the nightstick to nudge under his chin, tilting his head up to look into his eyes, seeing the hate mingling with lust. "No need to sulk, you're going to finally get what you wanted that first night we met."

The shoes were next to come off, kicking them loose as she stepped back to put some distance between them both - while she knew he was compliant for now, she didn't want to give him any undue opportunities to lunge for her. The pants came next, one hand slipped through the loop of the nightstick to keep it close and ready as she slipped her fingers into the waistband and slowly wriggled them down, until they slipped freely along her toned thighs. Beneath them was the thong to match her bikini top, red and silky, hiding little as she kicked the pants aside. She grinned, doing a slow twirl to give Armando the full view, the nightstick twirling like a baton in one hand. "Take off your clothes, we wouldn't want to ruin that uniform of yours."

Army sneered back at Jack as she lifted his head up, trying hard to give her an inch of satisfaction. That was going to be impossible, though. He knew it. If this was going where it very clearly seemed to be going, it would be inevitable for to know exactly how much she turned him. She could measure it with a ruler.

He looked back into those glimmering, psychotic eyes as Jack moved away, watching as she stripped and showed off her whole body, head to toes. Those powerful legs that let her dart around, the iron muscles that never seemed to grow tired. He wanted to touch her. Feel every inch of her. And that just made him hate this even more.

Army kept his mouth clamped tight as he kicked his boots off, too, let them land near hers. The suit was a one-piece, easy to discard. All he had to do was zip it off and shuffle out of it, toss it into the pile with the rest, revealing his black a-shrit underneath and dark trunks.

The shirt was the last thing to come off, leaving Army standing before Jack with only his trunks and a telling bulge. No hiding that.

"On my knees, right." He got back down and grunted all the way, his stomach still sore from the hit. "Got to do something to make you the right size."

Jackie covered the distance between them both as Armando was struggling back to his knees, leaping at him with arms out and knees bent. Her small but muscular form hit around the chest, her knees hitting those bruised ribs while her hands stretched behind his head, clutching the nightstick as her momentum carried them both over, Army's legs folding on themselves as the Irish woman perched on her chest. "See, why do you have to spoil the moment by talking?" she chided, using the weapon braced against the back of Armando's head to glare pitilessly into his eyes, "If you can't say anything nice, just shut the fuck up and do what I tell you."

Sat straddling Army's chest now, Jackie lifted the nightstick and clamped it between her teeth, leaving both hands free as they slipped behind her back. It was a moment's work to untie the string keeping her bikini bound, and with a slight shrug she let it fall free, exposing her ample chest. It was one of the few soft parts of her body, a fluke of genetics when by all rights they should have been as muscular as the rest of her, and she knew Armando's attention would be on anything but her hands for a good few moments. She slid them along his pecs and out to the shoulders, trailing her fingertips along the muscles as she leant closer in, her hands finally reaching his wrists as her breasts hung tantalisingly close to his face. With a grin, she grasped as them, yanking them up sharply as she leant back, swiftly wrapping the straps of her bikini around the wrists as she sought to bind him. "Just in case you get any funny ideas," she purred, "Trust me, it's for your protection rather than mine."

Jack's speed always took Army by surprise, and this time was no exception. One moment he was fine, the next she was all over him, slamming him into the floor with her on top, pinning him down. She was light, and Army felt like he could just throw her off with a twitch, a twist of the hips to send her flying. But he wasn't. And she knew it.

Army watched as she took her top off, his eyes fixed on her delicious chest, letting out a low growl as her hands slid over him and his body started to heat up. She was small and her breasts were, too, but only by proportion - for her size, they were big. But not too big. Just big enough to get a hand around, and that's what Army moved to do, until Jack forced his wrists down and tied them up.

Control. That's what this was about, right?

He did want this. But he didn't want it to be all on her terms. Even if he wasn't going to fight it, that didn't mean he couldn't give her a little push. Make her feel something, too. As her breasts came close to his face, he craned his neck up and tried to bring one into mouth, suckle on and lap away with his tongue. If there was one thing Army learned from Ro, it was that being on top didn't automatically mean you were leading.

Jackie had just cinched the improvised bindings tight around his wrists tight when Army leant his body up, taking one of her breasts within his mouth. She felt his tongue un along her stiffening nipple, her body reacting to the stimulation and the pressure of his lips. A breath escaped her, the slightest tremor in it as she let his bound wrists fall back, the arms stretching over his head as she permitted a moment to suckle upon her. "Well at least you're putting your mouth to good use for once," she sighed as she plucked the nightstick from her mouth once more, her knees pressing against his sides to anchor herself and giving just a little extra squeeze on those tender ribs - a little reminder that she was permitting this to happen, and had ways to put it to an end the moment she wished it. Not turning around, she brought the nightstick out behind her slowly, trailing it down the length of his stomach until it nudged that bulge that had steadily grown.

"OK, you've had enough for the moment. Lean back," she said, seeing no need to state what she'd do if he didn't obey. The hint was far from subtle.

Army took his time, just enjoying the feel of her flesh in his mouth. This was probably the softest spot on her whole body, a weird contrast with the hard muscles that were squeezing at his chest like a vice grip. From the way she gasped and allowed it, he had to imagine she enjoyed the worship, too. He shivered as he felt nightstick move his body, and his body going through the natural reactions.

So, of course, that was too nice to last.

"Come on..." He said, grunting as he laid back. He gave his bonds a tug, testing them out. Could rip them easy if he wanted to, but that would just piss her off. She was close, though. His body yearned for the touch."Look, if we're doing this, let me do it right. Untie my hands."

Jackie arched an eyebrow. "You're already doing it right - you're doing what I say," she said, giving a sharp tap with the nightstick for emphasis, "You've got it in your head that this is a mutual thing, that I want you like you want me. That's not what's happening here. I'm not fucking you - I'm showing you something about yourself."

The Irish woman swung the nightstick back around from where it rested against Army's groin to held out before her, slipping it beneath the Puerto Rican's chin and pressing it against the throat firmly, not enough to choke but certainly able to do so with a little pressure. The other she slid along the same course the nightstick had trailed, the questing fingertips meeting the waistband of his underwear, and sliding beneath it as she gripped the engorged length of his dick and pulled it loose of the restrictive covering.

"See, I've met a lot of guys like you in my time, Armando," she continued, one hand threatening violence while the other slowly splayed back and forth along the shaft of his manhood, "Big guys who think they're irresistible, that all that strength and power makes the women melt. Do you know what I've learnt about guys like that? They want to be made to feel powerless."

Army opened his mouth to protest, but the nightstick against his throat cut the effort right, putting on the right amount of pressure, just enough make breathing a little difficult. Like with everything when it came to Jack, she was right on the edge. Exerting control, establishing dominance, loving every second of it. He was starting to feel less like a person and more like a toy for her amusement. Probably the point.

Army shuddered beneath Jack when those slender, deadly fingers made their way to his manhood, sending a few tremors up her body along with it. His mind sounded warning bells, knew nothing good was going to come from her being close to his most sensitive part, but his body wasn't paying it much mind. Why should it? It did feel good. Amazing. He was trying to resist, trying to ignore the feelings, but he would have had easier time staying dry in the middle of a rainstorm.

"You're-" He was cut off as a moan escaped his lips, followed by a spasm that made his hips jump. "You're wrong, it's not like that. Don't know shit about me. I-" Another moan spilled out now, wrecking the speech he was trying to build. Holding sustained thought was getting hard. As were other things. "Doesn't have to be like this..."

"Sure it doesn't, but we both want it like this. I mean if you weren't enjoying yourself, I doubt you'd be performing so well under pressure, right? Or putting up more of a fight at least?" She grinned as her hand toying with his dick sped up a little, moving from balls to head with her grip on the sides and the fingertips gently pressing against the underside. She felt it twitch and throb, further stimulated by her attentions.

"Oh yeah, you're enjoying it," she purred, looking down at Army's face as he struggled to maintain his composure, "The pain, maybe not so much, but give it time, it'll grow on you. This part though, the part where you can justify it to yourself that you didn't have a choice. Easy to pick between a trip to the hospital and just giving up to me, isn't it?"

Army didn't answer right away. He was too busy searching Jack's words, looking for something, anything, he could pick apart and argue against. He couldn't find a single word out of place, and it wasn't just the haze she was drowning him in. He wanted her to be wrong. Needed it. But she wasn't.

He clenched his teeth hard as her devilish hand sped up, pushing him faster and faster towards the inevitable conclusion. His head shook from side to side, like he could shake the words she was saying away and pretend he was somewhere or with someone else or doing something else. But no. He was here. Utterly helpless under a girl half his size.

Something she said did catch his attention, though, and he started to push back up with a flicker of defiance and narrowed eyes, mustering as much fire as he could. "Give it time, grow on me? What are you..."