Fulfilling the Prerequisites Ch. 02

Mokie had collapsed on her bed, face down, and was sobbing. Her ass was facing the door, and with her short skirt and lack of panties, her bare skin and rubber plug was on full view to Jenn.

"Whaaaaaa..." coming from the open doorway caused Monique to turn in surprise. Jennnifer was standing there with a look of complete shock on her face.

"Jenn, what the fuck?! Close the door!" Mokie hissed. She shifted on the bed and slid under her sheets.

"So sorry, Mokie. I just couldn't help but hear your sobbing, and wanted to see if you were OK," Jenn lied.

"I didn't realize you were awake, Jenn. What are you doing up?"

"Seriously, Mokie? You're asking me that? I woke up when you stormed out this morning because you slammed the door so hard. Now you return, dressed like that, and you ask me what I'm doing up? And why is your speech slurred?"

Mokie covered her mouth in embarrassment, and then realized there was no escaping it. "I got my tongue pierced," she said. So much for trying to keep it a secret. She wasn't back home for thirty seconds and someone already knew.

"Why, Mokie? That is such a slutty thing to do! And why would you go dressed like that?" Jenn demanded. She was so close to asking about the butt plug but decided she might not even want to know the answer.

Thinking quickly, Mokie replied, "I thought I might be able to flirt my way to a better price."

Jenn shook her head and huffed. "You're ridiculous," she mustered, and stormed off.

Mokie ran to the door and shouted after her, "It's none of your business!" and shut her door.

She collapsed in bed, in desperate need of rest.

.....

Mokie slept for a few hours, giving into the fatigue that resulted from her lack of sleep the night before. When she awoke, it was 1 pm. Futilely, she touched her tongue, hoping it has all been a nightmare, but she felt the stud smack dab in the middle of her tongue. She sighed, and decided that unless Jason called and ordered her otherwise, she would stay in her room the rest of the day.

She attempted to focus her attention on her studies, but her mind kept wandering to her predicament. Try as she might, laying on her bed attempting to read a few pages, she just could not concentrate. Then, with a jump, she remembered Jason's command that she be hairless below the neck the next time he saw her.

She hopped from her bed, not wanting to obey this ludicrous demand, but knowing it would better for her if she did. She peeked out in the living area, and, not seeing Jenn, strode through it and into the bathroom.

She closed the door behind her and slumped over the sink, staring into the mirror just inches from her face. She held out her tongue and cringed at the vulgarity that impaled her. She lifted her tongue to look at the stud from below, hoping she might find a way to remove it.

Tilting her head to the side, she noticed the pearl studs and was reminded of Jason's additional order to remove them and to wear hoops only. She put the studs on the counter, planning to replace them after her shower.

She turned on the hot water in the shower and the moment she stepped over the ledge, she felt the plug in her ass. She stepped back, somewhat surprised she had not noticed it before. Somehow it had become a part of her, and it had felt quite normal, or she had blocked out the sensation, with so many other things to think about. She tossed these thoughts through her mind in a nanosecond.

Squatting down, she tugged tentatively on the plug. It had been in so long and embedded itself so snuggly, that it took several pulls and grunts until it popped free. She felt surprisingly empty, and giggled inwardly at the absurdity of that thought.

Monique looked at the slimy plug with disgust, the giggles dying in her throat at the thought of what she held in her hand. She held it under the hot water to wash away God-knows-what, and then turned to lay it on the back of the toilet.

As she finally stepped into the shower, her phone started ringing in her bedroom. She could not hear it.

Jenn, on the other hand, was distracted by the ringtone, and went into Mokie's room to turn off the phone. She picked it up to see who it was: Jason. She did not know why, but she was compelled to answer it.

"Hello?" she answered.

"How are you liking your new fixture, slave?" Jason asked, not realizing it was not Mokie's voice.

"Excuse me?" Jenn retorted.

"Oh, uh," Jason stammered, realizing his error. "My bad. Is Mokie there?"

"Yeah, but she is indisposed at the moment. Can she call you back?" Jenn answered, her hands shaking under the power of Jason's authoritative manner, the word "slave" echoing in her mind.

"No. Just tell her I will be there in 15 minutes." He hung up.

Jenn started to put together some of the pieces. By some means, she surmised, this Jason character had a significant relationship brewing with her roommate. She did not know if it was fun and games or more serious, but there was one thing she knew for sure: she wanted to know more.

She heard the shower turn on, followed by the sound of Mokie stepping into it. 'Good,' she thought to herself. 'A valid reason not to deliver the message.'

Mokie set to work shaving her body. For the most part, the only hair beneath her neck was her pubic hair, which she kept tight and trimmed. But she could hear Jason's words as though he were right there, "Two hairs and you don't want to know what the punishment will be." She really didn't, so she diligently went about scanning every square inch of her body for random hairs.

Meanwhile, Jason arrived at the door, knocking firmly but not so loud that it drew attention from neighbors. Jenn answered.

"Hey," she said, holding out her hand to shake. "I'm Jenn, Mokie's roommate."

"Hi," Jason said, eyeing her up and discovering an incredible lust building inside him. Blond and tan, athletic and trim, she was wearing a pleated red mini skirt with a white tie-top accenting her very amble breasts. Sexy and at least an inch or two taller than Monique, Jason was taken aback. He should have realized that Monique would room with another equally attractive female, but was nevertheless delighted.

He held her hand a moment longer than usual. "Sorry for the confusion earlier."

"Uh, yeah, no problem. You did surprise me though. What did you mean by 'slave'?"

Jason raised an eyebrow, not sure where this conversation might go and how her roomie would react. For some reason, the way Jenn looked at him with curiosity, rather than accusation, inspired him to go forward. "Yeah, well, just a term of endearment."

That made Jenn laugh, an infectious, teasing and natural laugh that set Jason at ease and made him wonder.

"Well, judging by your tone, you have some kind of control over Mokie."

"Really?" Jason said, the possibilities running through his mind. "Why?"

"I don't know, to be honest," Jenn said, blushing. "I just thought that maybe, uh, like, I don't know, I could get involved or help, whatever."

"Help with what?"

"Oh, never mind, forget it."

Jason knew he had gone as far as possible without crossing the line, and now decided to move forward. Nothing ventured... If he was reading Jenn's indirect messages incorrectly, he could always back off and say it was just Anthony and Cleopatra play acting.

"Did you give her my message?" he asked, figuring that would give him a direction in which to proceed.

"No, she was in the shower, and still is. She's taking forever, which is typical. Using up all the hot water."

Jason felt the irritation in Jennnifer's voice. "If she is being obedient, she is shaving every hair off her body, below the neck. I commanded this of her, so she better get it right."

"Just because you commanded it?" Jenn asked.

"Well, let's say I have a little dirt on her, so yes, she is my slave until I get tired of her."

"Slave like, she does whatever you say?" Jennnifer's mind was racing.

"Exactly."

"I mean, what does that mean?" Jenn was feeling an excitement in her belly that was hard to define.

"Just what I said, she will do anything I say or she faces unacceptable consequences."

Jenn could not take her eyes off his teasing grin. "Like, I mean, sex?"

"Anything."

"Was the tongue piercing your idea?"

"Yes."

"And she had a rubber plug in her ass. I saw it when I walked in to check on her after she returned this morning."

"Yes, that too. I said, 'anything.'"

The words were out of her mouth before she had a chance to think. "Let me join you. Please."

"Why? I thought you were friends."

"Hardly. Look, we don't get along at all. As a roommate and a person, I put up with her, that's all."

Jason needed more details before he would share his prize with another person. "What do you mean, 'put up with'?"

"She is lazy, infatuated with her own body, and even though she has brains, she uses them to manipulate people. In a word, she is a bitch first class. She is not a friend of mine and the moment this school year ends, we are gone."

Jason paused, not believing is luck. It was almost too good to be true. A partner in crime with a motive?

"Oh, Jason, please! Let me join you. I will do anything to give that bitch what she deserves."

"Alright," Jason said. "You want to help? Sneak into the bathroom and remove all the towels and all of her clothes. Make her come out here stark naked."

Jenn felt her pussy spasm with excitement, just thinking about it. She tiptoed to the door and gently nudged it open. The water pressure was strong enough that she was able to sneak around the room, removing Mokie's clothes, her towels, and even the floor mat, just in case. She brought them all back to the living room and dumped them on the floor.

"Well done!" Jason said. "I guess you can join the fun."

"Yes!" Jenn squealed. "Thank you!"

"Just let me run things, and I promise you will enjoy yourself."

.....

A few minutes later, a confused Mokie poked her head out of the bathroom, trying to hide her nudity behind the door.

"Jenn?" she whispered. "Are you doing laundry or someth...AAHHH!" she screamed as Jason emerged from out of view and grabbed her hair. He pulled her head downward until she collapsed on one knee in the door frame. A moment of stunned horror came over her as she felt his power in an instant. To her surprise, she blurted out, "Master!" She instantly wished she could retract it; it so blatantly belied the fact that he was invading her subconscious.

"Master, what?" he spoke in an aggravated, elevated tone, just beneath a yell. "Why are you not prepared for my arrival?"

"Please, Jason, I..." she was interrupted again with a yank of her hair. She grimaced in pain, trying to reach her hands to his to ease his grip.

"Please, Master," she tried again. He eased up a little. "I was shaving as you requested. I never heard you call!" she cried.

"I told you to take your phone with you everywhere you go, and this is why. Now you are wasting my time waiting for you to get ready."

"Please, Master, can we take this into my room? I think my roommate is still here."

"You think correctly," said Jason. "But somehow I don't think she will mind." He turned his head towards Jenn, sitting at the table just outside of Mokie's line of sight.

"Do you mind?" he asked.

"No, sir, not at all. I'm thrilled someone is finally teaching this bitch a lesson."

"What? Jenn? Please! How could you?" Mokie cried, wiggling her body between her knees and her scalp, still secure in Jason's grasp.

Jenn strode confidently up to the kneeling girl. It was somehow doubly humiliating to be naked in front of Jenn. After all, Jason had already seen her naked the previous day.

"You heard me right, bitch. You have been a pain in my ass since we moved in together. So when I caught wind of this little charade you have going on, I couldn't help but join in the fun. You really should have kept your cell phone with you at all times."

Mokie was now shedding a steady flow of tears. Not only had she been exposed, and not only to someone she knew well, but that person, a woman, no less, was going to join in her abuse. She could not believe it.

"What is her name, pet?" asked Jason.

"Jennnifer," answered Mokie.

"But how are you going to refer to her?"

Mokie knew what he wanted to hear, but an ounce of defiance remained in her. "Miss," she said.

But this time Jenn leaned forward and smacked her hard on the other cheek. "Guess again," she said. "And please, guess wrong," she dared, waving her open palm in her face.

The blow had knocked some of her hair from behind her ear to the front of her face. Through these damp strands, Mokie stared straight up into Jenn's face, which was her only option given the way Jason was twisting her neck. She resigned. "Mistress."

"Very good," said Jason. "And that is whether or not I am around. When I am gone, Jenn will be your supervisor. You will do what she commands when she commands it, or you will answer to me."

Addressing Jenn, he said, "If she misbehaves in any way, just call me."

"With pleasure," Jenn answered.

"Now, slut, I order you to attention," said Jason, referring to the position he taught her at the tattoo parlor. He let go of her hair so she could maneuver at her own will.

Mokie hung her head, both in shame and to stretch out the ache that two minutes of craning had inflicted on her neck. After wracking her mind for the specific position, she rose, spreading her legs the width of the doorway. She arched her back, thrusting her chest forward and her ass out, before locking her hands behind her neck.

"Oh, my God," said Jenn, stifling a giggle by covering her mouth. As shameless as this position was, she was salivating at the thought of dominating this girl. She was simply stunning, even in this depraved state.

"Let's see how well, or poorly, you are prepared for my visit," Jason said.

With Jenn looking on, Jason began running his hands over her, starting at her ankles and working his way up. He stroked her behind the knees, sending chills up her spine. Mokie fought the urge to break formation as her worked his way up her inner thighs.

He approached her pussy from behind, cupping it and sliding upward towards her clit. With his other hand, he pressed against the area where her pubic hair had been and scoped it out for any stray hairs. He found none, but did notice that his hand in her pussy was getting juicy.

Monique could not suppress the moan that escaped her lips.

"Are you enjoying this, slut?" he asked.

She knew the answer that he wanted, but could not say it with Jennnifer standing right there. "Noooo," she groaned.

Looking at Jenn, Jason said, "That is not what her pussy says. Tell us the truth, slut!" Grasping Monique's pussy in his powerful grip, he hissed, "Full and complete answer, slut!"

Monique nearly squealed her reply, lifted to her tip toes by his grasp of her newly-shaven hot box. "Master! Yes, Master, ok, please, I'm enjoying it. Please, Master, please not so hard." In fact, she enjoyed not one part of this God-awful moment, but she knew her pussy was wet, and was shocked her body was telling a different story than her mind.

He released his grip, stood, and skipping her toned midsection, he examined her armpits. He traced her every contour with his fingernails, drawing muted squeals from Mokie. She wanted to clamp down on his fingers to stop the tickling, but knew better.

Jason pulled her hair behind her ears so he could inspect her lobes. With a disapproving shake of the head, he stood back, next to Jenn, and eyed her up and down.

"Well, you did an excellent job shaving," he admitted. "I was really hoping to find a few stragglers so I could punish you even harder."

Mokie was relieved, thinking she had spared additional humiliation. It was short-lived.

"But, you still gave me enough to punish you for."

"What have I done, Master?" pleaded Mokie.

"You are missing your hoop earrings, which I specifically demanded. And where is your butt plug?"

"I'm sorry, Master. I took it out to shower. It is on the toilet."

"I'll go get it, sir," Jenn declared, excited to see the plug put to use.

"No, let the slut get it. Slut, keep your hands locked behind your neck. Fetch the plug with your mouth. Move," Jason ordered, giving the wide-eyed Monique a mild swat on her naked ass.

Monique's body was shivering with fear and embarrassment. She quickly turned, and while her Master and Mistress watched, she leaned over the toilet, grasped the "filthy" butt plug in her mouth, and brought it back to Jason. She wondered if she should drop it at his feet, like a trained bitch, but just stood there, spreading her legs and arching her back, hoping to please Jason and avoid any further humiliation.

"Jenn, there is something you can get. Her hoops, the biggest fuck-me hoops she has. You know where they are?"

Looking at Monique, Jenn confirmed, "Top drawer?"

Monique sadly nodded her head, the plug "bone" sticking out both sides of her mouth.

Jennnifer returned a few minutes later, Monique's largest hoops twirling on Jenn's ring finger. "Here you go," she declared to Jason.

"Put them on our slut, will you. Her hands are otherwise engaged."

As Jenn hooked the earrings on her new slave, she whispered in her ear, "Doubt these will be coming off soon, hon. They really are you, gives everyone just the right message you love to flaunt." Monique moaned in humiliation.

"I actually have some special hoops on order, Jenn, so these are just temporary anyway."

"Oh, ok," Jenn smiled, though not sure exactly what Jason had in mind.

"Well, slut, now that you are properly decorated, let's get that plug in. Show Jenn how you do it."

Monique's eyes told it all, pleading with Jason not force her to replug her ass in front of her roomie. The hesitation was immediately noticed by Jason. "Are you asking for additional punishment, slut?

"No, 'aster," she slurred around the plug in her mouth, her voice dropping in defeat.

"Then you may unlock your hands, take your plug, and squat and do it quickly. We are wasting a lot of time here."

Horrified at being seen by Jenn, Monique took the plug, wet from her saliva, and squatting in the doorway, slowly impaled herself, while Jenn clapped with glee.

"Wait, stop, slave," Jenn commanded, dashing from the room. Monique looked at Jason for help, knowing she was just one push from completing this miserable task. In seconds, Jenn was back.

"Ok, go ahead, look at me, and smile, slut!" Jenn ordered.

Seeing that Monique was not obeying, Jason repeated the command. "You heard your Mistress, finish the job and look at her and smile!"

Knowing the Jenn was documenting the entire ordeal on her cell, Monique obeyed, smiling as the final inch of the plug nestled deep within her anal passage.

"Very nice," Jenn sarcastically said. "You are quite photogenic, you know that, slut?" Monique did not respond, just crouched, head down in defeat.

"Your Mistress asked you a question, slut, and you need to give her a complete response, NOW!" Jason bellowed the last word, causing Monique to jump, afraid she was about to be slapped.

"Yes, Mistress, thank you, Mistress." What else could she say that would not get her into more trouble. She realized that every question she was asked had to be answered in the affirmative.

"You know, Jenn, you've had to put up with a lot from this bitch, haven't you?"

"Yes, sir, you can't believe how lazy and sloppy and inconsiderate she is."

"I don't think a simple 'I'm sorry' will suffice. If I give her to you for, oh, 30 minutes or so, what would you like her to do for you?

Jenn was still having a hard time believing her good fortune, and, as she was worried this might not last forever, she jumped right into the deep end. "I want that tongue stud to dance around my clit until I cum on her face."