A Tainted Reputation

Before Army could get much further in his protest, Jackie cracked the nightstick against his throat, not going all-out with it, but with a throat strike it didn't need much force to get the desired result. At the same time, her grip on his manhood clamped down hard, no longer using the fingertips - her nails dug into the flesh, each one a painfully sharp point of pressure.

"What, you thought this was going to be a one-time deal?" she chuckled, shaking her head, "This is just the introduction. I'm easing you into this slowly, but let me make this clear - I'm using you. I get a kick out of seeing someone who acts so proud and tough looking pathetic and helpless, and it doesn't matter to me that you happen to want it. From now on, if I want you, I'm going to take you - this is just a lesson to teach you what happens if you put up a fight," she smiled without warmth as she draw the nightstick back up to give him some air, at the same time easing her grip on his cock back to a more gentle touch. "Lucky for you, you're already looking pretty obedient," she added with a mocking wink.

Her weight shifted slightly as she moved further up his chest, releasing her hold on his manhood as she moved her knees to press against his muscular arms, almost a schoolgirl pin. "As for the pain bit..." she said slyly, before lashing back with the nightstick into Army's abdomen, driving the rounded tip into the toned but damaged stomach like a knife. The intention was to cause the big Puerto Rican's body to jackknife, lifting his legs up as she reached both arms back to try and hook up and roll his body up into a vertical position, gripping his thighs to keep him in place while his own weight and Jackie's pin kept his shoulders pinned. Her crotch, and the thin covering of the thong, was right in his face.

"I think you know how to put that mouth to use, right?" She said, her arms straining to keep the position steady. Armando was a brute weight, but she had a body conditions for endurance, and while her body would soon break into a sweat with the effort, she could hold him in place...provided he didn't struggle too much, which she doubted.

Army coughed and sputtered as the nightstick slammed against his Adam's Apple, and that only made the next sound to come out of his mouth even weird. A scream. Not a howl, not a yell, not a roar. A straight up scream, loud and clear, as her soft hold on his dick became a steel grip, digging into his flesh with five little daggers. "Oh, God, stop!" His body bucked and thrashed under Jack on pure reflex. "Bitch, goddamn-"

The distress wasn't from the pain alone, but her words, too, and the realization that came along with them. Even after he healed up, what could he do against this? He was trained to fight men his size and weight. It wasn't like fighting Ro, where he could take her head on and break even. No, it was like Jack was designed specifically to wreck his shit. Who could he tell? Would anyone believe him? Did he want it to stop? If Ro was the one on top doing the same thing, he wouldn't be complaining. What was the difference?

Before he could contemplate that thought, and blow struck into his stomach and landed right on a sore spot, making his eyes wince shut from the pain, desperately trying to endure. When he opened them, the first thing he saw was the red patch of her teenie bikini in front of his face, with his legs held up and a clear implication rolling off her lips.

He knew what to do. So he did it.

Army brought his head up and stuck his tongue out, letting it slip around the fabric and slide along her sex, gingerly running along the middle. He'd done this before. Done it more times than he cared to count. One of his favorite things, too. Driving a girl wild, gauging reactions, teasing and toying. Even in this position, it came natural to him. He let hot air blow out from his lips, made his tongue start to probe, taking his time and making it last.

The breath in Jackie's lungs came out in a shuddering exhalation as Army bent himself obediently to the task, nuzzling against her sex, tongue working back and forth with well-practised motions. While she still felt nothing but disdain for him, the Irish woman had to admit that he knew his way around down there, and his efforts were starting to get a reaction out of her body. Her body was beaded with sweat by this point, the struggle to keep the awkward position a constant strain, but Jackie's stamina was deep, her ruthless training regimen proving itself as she bore the weight, all while Armando lapped hungrily at her like a starving dog. Huh, nice simile, she'd have to pull that one out sometime. A particularly deep probe of the tongue sent a shock through her thighs, the muscular legs squeezing against him for a moment out of reflex before the sensation left her in a satisfied state of mild euphoria. Well, it paid to reward good behaviour...

Grunting with the twin efforts of keeping the pin and concentrating while being eaten out, Jackie switched her grip, pulling one of Army's muscular thighs across one shoulder and looping her arm around it to clamp it in place, leaving the other free to reach for the still throbbing length of the Puerto Rican's manhood, practically hanging over the other shoulder. She started to work its length once more, slowly at first, but picking up in pace until she was matching her motions to the vigorous lapping she was receiving. The sweat continued to drip down her as they moved in rhythm, the breathing becoming heavier, the actions increasingly animalistic.

Army loved this. That's what made it so much worse.

He loved Jackie being on top. He loved the feel of her thighs around her head, so strong and firm, pulsing with raw power like steel cables. He loved the sweaty from her body mingling with the one on his own, the smell of them mixing filling the air, the aroma from her sweltering sex.  He loved the way she panted and shuddered above him, knowing he had an effect. He loved it, and he hated that he loved it. That's why it was so insane.

To Jack's credit, she was fair about it, at least, and his body bucked when he felt her hand return and go back to work, moving at a maddening pace. It was a race. The faster her went, the faster she went, like they were trying to beat each other to a glorious finish. Hot, wet, rough, steamy. Army's tongue fluttered around the sides of her sex like the wings of a butterfly, slapping about before he moved in and kissed it, putting his lips to her womanhood and kissing it as if it were another mouth. His hands writhed and stretched her bikini, longing to get in the action and get the same rights as his tongue. Jack was small, but he couldn't deny he wanted to run his hands along that little body, and every inch of it seemed like a good touch. But she denied him. Which made her even sexier.

It was his turn to shudder now, as he felt the dam break and the floodwaters rise. "I'm...I'm gonna..."

Jackie felt the first spasms twitch along the engorged length in her hand, the first signs of the climax that came just a few moments later. A sudden muscular vice almost jerked the stiffened manhood entirely out of her grasp, as the thick, white stream gushed forth, tumbling down to spatter against the bathroom tiles. A split-second relaxing of the muscles, only to tighten again as more poured forth, though with less force as it landed upon her glistening thigh. A third jerk, this one with ebbing strength as the tension that had built poured out of his body, barely trickled from the head.

The Irish woman's head was swimming as she gave a last few squeezes to ensure he was emptied, before she finally released her grip, both on his cock and the thigh that held his body in place. She leant back as he body started to roll back towards the ground, landing hard on his back against the tiled floor, her body bent over as her knees kept resting against his arms, her heated sex still buried against Army's face. Her fingers curled as she felt the white-hot pulses that burned through her growing more intense, drawing to her own climax, back arched and mouth open in a wordless cry as it ran through her in a sudden wave of blistering sensation. She writhed slowly upon the big man's abdomen, her breath arrested for a moment as her body held onto the moment, before it returned in a series of gasps, lungs fluttering as her body melted back into a relaxed position.

There was no escaping Jack's demanding touch, and Army let out a long sigh from the pit of his throat as he finally found release. He spilled his seed in spurts all around the bathroom, making more of a mess for him to clean up when this was all done. His body jerked and jolted, wet skin smacking along the tiled floor, his hot breath grew ragged and coming out in labored puffs. Physically content. Mentally tortured.

It wasn't long before she met him at the finish, one of the few times he'd ever be faster than her. Jack's passion washed over his face, her taste flowed into his mouth, steaming and acrid. Her moans filled his ears, her pounding sex dominated his vision. All of his senses were under her control, nowhere to escape to, nothing to focus on besides her. Army's eye shut and tried to imagine something, anything else to take the place, a hideaway in his mind. He couldn't find it. There was simply nothing else to about besides Jack. Her skin on his skin, her thighs on his face and her carnal, crazed look.

Army stayed silent for a moment as he laid there, making her body rising and fall with every breath. "Get..." He finally managed to speak after a few seconds, as he gazed off to the side. Weary words. "Get off me. Enough."

The quiet reverie broken by Army's words, Jackie lifted her body with liquid grace back to an upright position, perched in her schoolgirl pin once more. "Well aren't you just adorable, thinking you get to make that call?" she said, one hand reaching out to scoop the nightstick back up, the other grabbing Army's discarded uniform as she patted the sweat off of her brow, moving down her body from glistening breasts to her rippling abdomen, before wiping the spot of spilled seed from her thigh and tossing the outfit aside like a used rag. "I think you're still a little confused as to how this arrangement works though. See, you don't get a say in what happens. If I want to-"

As she spoke, she sliced the length of the weapon in her hand around, smacking him across the mouth with a dull click as it slammed his teeth together.

"-smack you around a little, then that's what happens. If I want to fuck you, then that's what happens. If you put up a fight, I beat you down twice as hard. I mean, this isn't a complex situation I'm posing here, right? I'm explaining this as simply as I possibly can for you."

"No-"Army tried to swerve his head out of the way as he saw Jack's baton heading for his face, but it wasn't happening. Not enough space to move, not enough energy make it quick, too sluggish and drowsy. The blow cracked him hard along the jaw and made his eyes roll back into his head as his world filled with stars, and in the wake of all the pain, everything was so much worse.

He laid there, groaning with the pain and not having much of an idea on what to say. "I get it." The words came out before he even realized it, like mouth knew what to do apart from his brain. Why fight? Just give in. He felt good, what was the problem? Fighting Jack only ever made his situation worse. Being stubborn wouldn't help things, and the growing taste of blood in his mouth was proof.

"There, now you're getting it," Jackie smiled as she lifted herself up off Army's chest, padding over to her discarded clothing and scooping them up. She cast a glance to see where Armando was looking before she made to reach for the camera, but his eyes were elsewhere, staring with the glassy look of a man both dazed and tortured within his own mind. She quickly wriggled back into her sweat pants and hooded top, heedless of the fact she was topless still beneath it, and ducking into the stall she'd hidden her bag, she dropped the nightstick and the camera, making sure to switch it off. She was pretty sure she wouldn't have caught everything that had happened at that angle, but she was certain she'd gotten the main part on there. Her things collected, she shouldered the bag and stepped back out, sparing a glance down at the big Puerto Rican laid out on the tiles.

"Better get back to work, this place is a mess," she said with a wink, offering nothing further by way of a farewell as she pushed opened the door and left Army alone, whistling softly to herself as if she had no cares in the world...