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A/N: Guys this has lemon in it so if you don't like reading that stuff, please continue on to something else. I will not put a block on this one. I was contemplating putting brackets around the areas but this whole thing is just drabble smut so there is really no point. Read at your own discretion.

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I sat curled in the corner of this damned asylum. The screams were everywhere from the other patients. I had stopped screaming soon after I got here. There was no point; they simply fell on deaf ears.

My room was simple. White washed and bare with only a bed on a metal frame which I could hide under when people came, and a few lights along with a huge air ventilation system. There was a small sparsely furnished bathroom as well.

It would have been a lot more decorated if I wasn’t on suicide watch.

The madness had set in a long time ago, and then I was sent here. I never knew the feeling of new clothes, or what it was like to walk free among people without feeling the urge to stab them. The images followed me everywhere and I never knew a moment without them.

I had made ‘friends’ here. They followed me because I knew my way around. I taught them how to use code and crawl through the vents. I killed the guards we didn’t like and I waited every day for my own death.

I grew bored sitting in the corner and rose slowly and stiffly. I had next to no energy since I had not eaten in near a week. Starvation was a painful way to go, but I had nothing else.

I walked once around my dull room, following the skitters of the beings as they led me in circles and swirls. I grew exhausted and collapsed onto the ground hitting my head on the floor.

The pain cleared my foggy mind for a minute. I decided to go to the tower. It was much more fun up there.

I waited for the guards to pass, making their predictable rounds and climbed into the air vent. I crawled to the courtyard and waited for the clear. Then I bolted to the tower and crawled in it’s old ventilation system.

The asylum used to be a massive mansion turned school. The Tower had been the arts department. It was filled with lost, old, and forgotten junk along with a spinning wheel I often burn time away with.

The vents were perilous at best but once I was inside the tower I could take the stairs and leap across the gaps.

Once I reached the top, my foot got caught on the top stair and I fell forward. My hand went through a board and revealed a secret hidey-hole.

I eagerly rummaged through it to find any useful or sharp item. There was none except a wooden music box with faded painted pictures along the sides.

It was beautiful. I loved old things, dead things, and forgotten things above all. They were like my own special things. I tenderly ran my fingers along the box and felt the vibrations coming from it.

This box was powerful. It emanated magic. I grinned from ear to ear. This box was special.

Along the top was a faded set of carved words. Running my fingers along it I figured them out. Laughing Jack in a Box in read.

I loved Jack in the Boxes but I had never heard of a Laughing one. Perhaps it had some creepy chuckle it made.

I carefully took the crank in my hand. It was rusty and fragile. I slowly turned the crank and it jerked around.

I stopped quickly not wanting to break my new treasure. I carefully began again. The crank jerked and stuttered, but it began to play the song Pop Goes the Weasel in a terribly off key tune.

“All around the Mulberry Bush, the monkey chased the weasel,” I started singing the old rhyme. “The monkey thought ‘twas all in fun. Pop goes the weasel.”
On the last verse the top sprung open to reveal nothing. The inside of the box was dark and seeped out loneliness, despair, and evil. I sighed in disappointment that the Jack hadn’t come out.

I was in my box, as usual. Chilling and waiting for some idiot to turn the crank and let me out. I could see everything outside my box, but there was nothing but blackness and dust.

Then I heard the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs and I sat up. A girl would often here. She was a part of the mental institute and even though I had never seen her, I loved it when she came.

She would sit and talk to herself and I would listen. Sometimes if I was bored I would answer her ramblings even though she couldn’t hear me. It passed time.

But this time I heard a slip and a thud and then the board above my box broke and blinding light shown in. I eagerly awaited to be pulled out and released so I could continue my playing with the world.

Then I saw a face peek into where I was hidden. A girl’s face. This was the girl that frequented here.

She grinned upon finding my box and lifted me out carefully. I appreciated the sentiment. She looked my box over and I could see her face clearly now. Holy damn was she hot.

Her eyes were rimmed with black from lack of sleep and dementia. Her irises were black or a very deep brown and they were fractured. They didn’t line up because of her madness probably. One was beginning to go white, but it appeared she could still see out of it. She was pure white and had long, messy black hair with next to white lips.

She was completely monochrome. Just like me. Needless to say the excitement was getting to me, in more ways than one.

She acted as if she had found a treasure when she looked at my box. I was confused.

“Huh? Maybe she has a thing for old dusty boxes?” I thought.

She lightly ran her hand around my box and across the top. I shivered with delight.

“Oh, baby, you’re killing me,” I whispered and chuckled at the irony of what I said.

When she discovered the carvings along the top, she stopped and ran over them slowly, deciphering them. Her long nails lightly scratched the top of my box. I was in ecstasy. Shudders kept running through me making it hard to focus on anything but those lovely scratches.

Then she stopped and took the crank. I sat tense.

“Yes, turn the crank, let me see you face to face,” I hissed.

She took it delicately (for a mad woman she was sure graceful) and turned it gently so as to not to break it.

The crank having been not used for a while jerked and she quickly let go.

“No,” I growled. “No, get back here and turn the crank! Let me out! The crank won’t break you idiot!”

She took it again and even more carefully turned it. My song began to play terribly off key and she began to sing along. She matched it’s key, making it sound beautiful.

I was so engrossed in my eargasm I barely realized that I would soon be coming out.

“All around the Mulberry Bush,” she sang, “The monkey chased the weasel. The monkey thought ‘twas all in fun. Pop goes the weasel.”

On the last verse my lid sprung open and she looked inside eagerly. Her face fell with a sigh when she realized nothing popped out. Or so she thought. She gingerly set my box down; completely unaware I was behind her.

“Don’t look so sad, doll, the box isn’t broken,” I whispered in her ear. She whirled around and fell on all fours in an attack stance looking at me with a wild stare.

As if it wasn’t hard enough to walk from all the excitement she had given me before, that animalistic stare only made it worse.

Then she began to look me up and down. Her stare glided over me and I felt chills go up and down my body. Her eyes lingered on my chest and as they found their way down I tried to hide my excitement as best as I could.

She flicked down my legs and back up to me. She didn’t seem scared of me; she seemed more interested in my appearance.

“Hello,” I said smiling showing my pointed teeth.

“Hello,” she responded softly. Her voice was soft and smooth like pure silk. Her tattered clothes hung off her thing frame in a most lovely way. I noticed bloodstains on them and nearly swooned right there.

Instead I bowed to my new ‘friend’. “I am Laughing Jack! Your new friend for life! Who are you?”

She tensed lower to the ground.

I gestured for her to answer. Her beautiful eyes looked me over again and I forced myself to stay still. “My old name was Seraphina, but now I’m called Scarlet.” She said plainly.

“Scarlet, I like that name.” I responded with a slight chuckle and a grin. “Reminds me of good times.”

She perked up. “Good times with scarlet? Sounds like my kind of time.”

“Oh, I bet it is,” I said stepping closer to her. She tensed and crouched even lower, but I kept walking. I would love to see her strike me.

I watched her carefully. She wasn’t like most other people I had played with. Something told me she would be fun.

She lunged at me with a feline growl and I disappeared to reappear behind her. She landed lightly on her feet and I quickly sprung at her unguarded back and pinned her against the wall with her arms behind her.

“Please fight,” I said pushing up against her. She flattened against the wall, but instead of fighting, she relaxed.

I tightened my grip instantly. “Nice try doll, but that won’t work,” I said with a chuckle. I was nearly shaking I was so excited.

“I’m not trying,” she responded softly again. “I’m waiting.”

“For what?” I asked confused. I lightly ran my hand up and down her arm while I held them. This dame was going to be the end of me.

“For you to kill me,” she stated as if she was stating the weather.

“What?” I asked confused.

“You are going to kill me aren’t you?” she asked turning her white eye to me. I nearly got lost in it before I forced myself to answer.

“What makes you instantly assume I want to kill you? Because I’m a black and white clown with sharp teeth? That instantly makes me a killer? I’m offended at your insinuation!” I said crossing my arms with a humph.

She turned around and scanned over me again. A soft chill went up me and I smothered it as best I could.

She sighed, “If you’re not going to kill me, then I suppose our time here is over. The stairs to the left will get you out, half way down take the air vent. First left will take you to the fence. From there you’re on your own.” She said before walking past me.

She stepped over my box and went over to an old spinning wheel before she sat down and began to turn the wheel slowly.

I stood there confused beyond belief. Somebody wanted me to kill them? That takes away all the fun! There’s no point! It’s not evil anymore; it’s merciful.

I watched her hand slowly go up and gently take the wheel before spinning it down with a slow creak. Each creak made my heart skip a beat. I approached her from behind and wrapped my arms tightly around her.

“Well, there are a lot more fun things to do than kill,” I said in her ear. Her hair was filthy and came down to her waist in choppy lengths.

“What is more fun than that?” she asked again turning her white eye to me.

“Well, there is a fun game I happen to know of. A bit old but still fun.” I said grinning. She was making this too easy. I lightly ran my pointed nail down her side to her hip while still having my arms wrapped around her like a constricting snake.

She seemed to catch on and turned her full face to me, then she slowly turned her body to me. She again glanced over me before her monochrome eyes settled on my white orbs.

She cocked an eyebrow before she slowly reached out and grabbed the top corners of my suspenders and pulled me closer to her.

“Oh boy,” I thought as my weight was shifted so quickly I had to take a couple steps to right my self.

She put her knees on either side of my hips and pulled my upper body closer so I was bending down towards her face.

“What sort of game?” she asked innocently enough, but with an underlying sinister tone.

“The best game of your life,” I replied with a grin. This chick was good. A little to good. I’d have to amp up my advances.

She again raised a black eyebrow into a high arch above her right eye. “Is that so? Well, I am not really one for games.” She said before she quickly let me go.

I nearly fell forward before I righted myself with a growl.

She rose, “But if the game is as good as you say, I suppose it’s worth a shot. I really have nothing better to do.”

A bird landed on the sill of a nearby window and her attention was quickly drawn to it. Her ears actually swiveled towards it, like a cats.

I took the advantage and got closer to her. She turned her attention quickly back to me. “Trust me, this game is second best to killing. It’s a very enjoyable game.”

She gave a chuckle throwing her head back. I could see inside her beautiful mouth and had to truly fight my urge to shove my tongue down her throat.

Then her attention turned back to the bird that was twittering incessantly. I nearly snapped the damn thing’s neck right there.

“What?” she said suddenly to the bird.

“Great, she talks to birds,” I thought.

She ran to the window and looked out. “Shit.”

She stuck out her tongue slightly. It was pointed.

“Oh, you are a murdering machine!” I thought as again I shuddered.

“Sorry Jackie, but not games today. I have to get back to my cell.” She turned to the stairs. “Have fun doing whatever.”

“Wait! I’ll come with you!” I said quickly crossing the room.

“I can’t have somebody just show up in my cell, much less a male,” she said turning.

“They won’t see me, I promise,” I tried to persuade her.

She merely snorted and then bolted down the stairs. “Do whatever,” she said over her shoulder.

“I’d like to do you,” I thought chuckling as I grabbed my box and ran after her.

I made it back barely in time before the next patrol. I owed that bird a small treat the next chance I get.

The guards changed and checked on each of us. I was back in my corner not having moved an inch according to them. I thought of my new clown friend.

He could easily have been a hallucination. I can never tell anymore. But still, he seemed different. That box was magical; maybe he was real. Either way, he was by far the hottest one I’ve ever come up with.

He wasn’t shimmery, so it was possible he was real. And if he was, then that means he’s completely open. His intentions couldn’t have been more apparent if they had been neon signs.

I smiled feeling a long forgotten feeling wash over me. It had been so long since I had felt arousal; I barely recognized it. I had thought that I was surfing the crimson wave early before I realized it wasn’t blood between my legs.

“Laughing Jack,” I thought. “He was more like Lusty Jack.”

I giggled. “Lusty Jack. That’s funny.”

The guard noticed my giggling.

“Shut up freak.” He commanded. “There’s no one there.”

“You’re there. That’s humorous enough.” I replied used to the abuse.

“I said shut up, or I’ll call a code red,” he warned.

I growled a laugh, “And then you’ll end up like your friend John.” I taunted.

“Why you little!” he turned and unlocked the door coming in. I grinned. He pointed his tranquilizer filled gun at me, “I aught to shoot you right here!”

“Then do it,” I challenged emotionlessly. He fired. The needle never reached me.

Laughing Jack stood in front of me, between his fingers the needle, which was pointed at my eye.

“Now that’s not very nice, shooting at a girl that clearly has problems,” he taunted in his clown-like raspy voice.

“What the?” the guard was shocked at this guy’s sudden appearance and I could resist.

“Seeing things Officer Chaun? Don’t worry, there’s a treatment for that,” I said with a sickeningly sweet smile.

Jack chuckled glancing over at me with his white eyes before Chaun went for his radio.

Jack sprung at him and his arms wrapped around the Officer like a boa. He held him in place as I calmly walked up to him.

“I warned you,” I said.

Chaun’s eyes widened and then Jack disappeared with Chaun with a puff of black smoke.

I grinned and turned back around to my corner. I would have to reward Jack for his help with that idiot Officer later.

I sat back in my corner, curled into a ball, watching the Beings play and whisper. It passed time.

I fell asleep in my little fetal position. I have done that for the past week. My starvation week. I sit in my corner curled up, maybe walk around a bit, sit back down, sleep and don’t move.

About 3 hours later if my count was correct, I hear a voice whisper in my ear. “You look so peaceful when you sleep, I just want to cut you open!”

“What’s stopping you?” I said back my voice gravelly from sleep.

“That beautiful body,” Jack said.

“To bad,” I said opening my eyes and jumping a bit from his close proximity.

“Hi,” he flashed his teeth.

“Hello,” I said softly. Up close he was even more handsome.

“Sleep well?” he asked.

“Very. What happened to Chaun?” I asked standing and stretching. Lights out had already been called and the room was dark save for the light coming in from my small massively high window.

Jack watched my body as I stretched. He lightly licked his lips before looking to me and answering. “Dead. We had lots of fun.”

“I bet. Chaun needed to lighten up.”

“He’s plenty light now. About 216 pounds lighter.” Jack said triumphantly crossing his arms.

I grinned. “Wow. Aren’t you thorough.”

Jack smiled and puffed up like a proud bird.

“So, I suppose I owe you a thank you for earlier,” I said slowly walking up to Jack.

Jack instantly watched me and his smile crept away to a slight wondering smolder and he slowly uncrossed his arms.

“In fact, I owe you my right eye. How can I possibly repay you?” I said getting closer to Jack. He looked me up and down and backed up into the corner. I again grabbed his suspenders and pressed myself closer still.

“You didn’t answer my question, Laughing Jack,” I said, my eyes lidded and my face inches from Jack’s. I put my knee between his legs as I crept closer still.

“I…uh…you can…” LJ Mind.exe has stopped working. His eyes rolled slightly up into his head as he sucked air through his teeth. He growled out a soft, “Fuck.”

I raised an eyebrow, “I can fuck?”

I rubbed my knee very lightly, really teasing more than anything against his growing bulge. “I can fuck what?”

Jack’s hips bucked and ground against my knee before I dropped away from his reach.

“You…can…fuck me,” he finally formed a sentence and looked at me. His eyes glistened with lust.

“I have permission to?” I clarified innocently. Jack growled and grabbed me pulling against him and grinding his hips into mine.

“I want to do you until you scream for mercy,” Jack growled.

“I don’t scream,” I challenged twisting my hips back.

“Not yet,” he said. I cut him off by slamming my lips into his. Jack stiffened from my forwardness.

I grazed my tongue against his pointed teeth, and moaned into his mouth on accident.

Jack ground his hips into my leg nearly tipping me over. His tongue invaded my mouth. It had been so long since I had kissed someone I was having trouble recalling what to do to make it good.

I instead fought Jack for dominance. Jack’s pants felt like they would split if this continued any further. “God, you are a Hellcat aren’t you? Do you know what I do to Hellcats?” Jack whispered in my ear.

“Make them howl?” I asked.

“Make them kittens,” he replied. Then his arms grabbed me and pulled me back to his lips. He began to win the dominance battle and I ended up submitting to him. I could feel him smile.

Then he bit my lip. His sharp teeth broke the skin. I squeaked and pulled back at the sudden pain. Jack watched me, his teeth tipped red.

I ran my tongue around my mouth seductively testing the wound. He hadn’t bitten deep, but my blood was thick from lack of water and it ran out slowly.
Jack slowly bent down to my lips again, lightly brushing his lips across them, “Let me see,” he said softly.

I opened my mouth and he gently took my lip and sucked on it, cleaning the blood off it.

I moaned again softly so as not to draw attention and Jack turned his attention from my quickly clotting lip to my full mouth. His hands started to move and I lost track of where they were. They would be on my hips, and then I would get lost in the flame in my stomach and then they would be groping my breasts.

He started to slide them up my shirt and I felt his long black nails lightly running across my skin. Goosebumps popped up from his touch alone and I suppressed a shiver.

Then I heard the guards changing. I quickly snapped to attention and Jack gave a frustrated growl.

“Always something,” he muttered. “What’s a guy gotta do to not get cock blocked around here?”

“Welcome to the Asylum,” I said quickly pushing him to the corner. “Stay hidden.”

Jack grabbed my arm, “I’m not done with you yet,” he hissed.

“You are until they pass, and even then we have to stay quiet,” I said.

“According to whom?” he said getting some sass in his voice.

“The guys with the super charged cattle prods,” I said before I quickly leapt back to my corner.

The guard checked in and Jack melded back into the shadows. He was only a few inches from me, but he blended in a lot better with his clothes than I did.

“Hey, freak, where’d Chaun go?” the guard yelled in. He had learned early to fear me.

“Someplace fiery,” I replied softly.

His eyes widened. Jack had moved behind me now and was sitting behind me, like I was in his lap. His arms wrapped around me so that they were holding me, but hidden from the guard’s view.

“So, Chaun finally pushed to far,” the Youngling remarked. “Figures. He always thought he was tough.”

I remained silent. If I said anything I would be admitting to killing a guard and I didn’t. Jack did.

Speaking of Jack, he was still holding me, but one of his hands broke away and was gently rubbing my arm. I sighed softly, enjoying just listening to his deep breathing. He added so much noise to my once quiet space. It was nice.

His hand began to creep down my side. I made to move to stop him but he held my arms fast.

“Oh, no, I said I wasn’t done with you,” he whispered challengingly in my ear, “I get to play now. I want to hear you moan for me.”

“Jack!” I hissed as quietly as I could, “We’ll get caught. Then we’ll be in trouble.”

“No excuses here, doll,” he said back. His hand was traveling south towards the waistband of my pants. His hand rubbed lightly along my stomach and it brushed the top of the waistband.

He lightly ran his sharp finger along the edge of it and I threw my head back in a silent sigh of pleasure. Jack liked my reaction and pushed further.

“So, did he scream?” the guard casually asked.

“What?” I asked keeping my voice even as Jack’s hand teased my waistband a little more before it continued it’s journey down. His fingers lightly brushed my lips and then he began to tease my folds.

I gasped. “Did he scream?” the guard clarified.

“I wouldn’t know,” I said back. My voice sounded breathy. The guard took it for exhaustion, and for that I was glad.

Jack then started to rub my clit. I could feel his nail lightly scraping my skin wherever it went. It was amazing. He started with just rubbing and circling it. I felt my breathing pick up as I tried to keep up with him.

The screams of the other patients began to pick up as well. They were on time tonight and each scream could be heard responding to another in a network of petrified screaming of the insane.

Jack didn’t think I was loud enough and he then ran his fingers down my folds to my entrance. I gasped softly as his finger teased the opening.

“I want to hear you scream,” he said roughly in my ear. He had to be feeling what he was doing to me at this point.

His finger slightly entered and then exited. I growled slightly in between my growing gasps. “Jack,” I whispered.

Jack shuddered, “Oh, you little devil,” he said breathily, “Look what you’ve done to me. I’m a wreck.”

His finger entered inside me and I struggled to get my hands out of his grip. His arm wrapped around me several inhuman times.

“Are you’re arms the only things that stretch?” I asked casually. I pushed myself up more into Jack’s lap and felt him poking my lower back.

“Not the only things,” was all Jack said before his efforts quickly sped up.

He pushed his finger up as far as it would go without letting in another one, and he slowly dragged it down my wall. It hit my spot and then it trailed down. I moaned softly at the teasing.

“So excited,” Jack murmured, “And yet so unprepared for the night.”

Jack repeated the process several times. On the seventh time he did it, my hips bucked unconsciously and I cursed myself silently. Jack, pleased that I wanted more, then entered in his finger and started to rub.

I whimpered softly from his pleasing and the guard heard me.

“You all right?” he asked.

I didn’t respond, my mind reeling of what to say or do. I squirmed trying to get Jack to stop long enough for me to think. He didn’t.

I whimpered again this time on purpose. The guard turned his head so a bit more than his peripheral vision was seeing inside my cell.

“I said are you all right?” he asked again.

Jack rubbed me hard and I whimpered loudly. The guard, used to working in the emotional wing, ignored it as a simple break down of regret or loneliness and ignored my whimpers.

“When I please you, you make a sound,” Jack growled angrily in my ear.

“Then please me,” I challenged stupidly.

I could feel Jack grin behind me as he began to kiss my neck, lightly biting and sucking as he worked his way around.

His fingers picked up their pace. He entered two inside me and began to rub lightly at first, but get increasingly harder. His nails lightly scratched me.

I laid my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes. I ground my shoulders into his chest, lightly moaning and sighing. Jack’s chest was rock hard and I was very curious to see more.

He moved his fingers in a scissoring motion, drawing my attention to what he was doing down stairs. My hips began to move on their own and as much as I tried to hold them still, they wouldn’t listen.

I started to ride Jack’s fingers as his pace picked up. He chuckled at my pleasure and his chest rumbled against my back.

Deciding to tease him a bit, I wiggle my hips just enough to rub against him and he gasped and stiffened before he held me tightly in place.

“Naughty girl,” he said with a chuckle in his voice. “It’s your turn now, not mine.”

He then rubbed even harder. Two fingers were inside me and his thumb and maybe another finger was rubbing my clit. I gasped barely containing myself.

I felt my peak grow and soon I couldn’t hold it in much longer. The rope inside my stomach was tightening up quickly. I braced myself against Jack’s back and once I felt myself begin to go over the edge, I whimpered loudly to please Jack.

Jack was pleased and as I spasmed over his fingers, he chuckled slightly.

“My, my, how violent a release. I wonder how long it has been since you have felt another’s touch, or if ever.”

“It’s been a long time,” I admitted.

“Ah, but you have felt this before,” He replied as if I had spilled some big secret.

“Not nearly this good,” I said catching my breath.

Jack puffed up again from the compliment. He had pulled his fingers from me and I sat in my now ruined pants, panting softly. Jack’s fingers glistened in the moonlight and he brought them up towards his face. He then licked them clean and then grinned when he was done.

“Sweeter than candy,” he replied.

I said nothing and simply sat there recovering. After awhile he let go of me and I stood up slowly and carefully went to the door. The guard was gone, having moved on to his other rounds and then to the east wing. I now had complete privacy with Jack surrounded by the screams of others.

“Do you like candy?” Jack asked me as I turned around to tell him the news.

“Candy?” I asked. It had been so long since I had candy, or anything sweet, I couldn’t remember what it tasted like. “Yes, I suppose I like candy. Why?”

“Cause, I’ve got a candy shop, right here!” Jack said giving a little wiggle before doing a slip tease with his feathered shoulders.

“Ow!” I said giggling. I watched Jack for a moment just enjoying his frontal advances. Before I knew what was happening, Jack had me from behind and was flipping me onto the ground.

I landed on my back hard and got the wind knocked out of me before my head lightly grazed the hard wall of the corner.

“Ow,” I said in actual pain this time. Jack stood back from where we were and he slowly walked over to me. Once he got closer, he crouched down to the floor and crawled over me.

“Silly girl, thinking our game was over,” he said chuckling. “It’s only just begun.”

“I got distracted by candy,” I whined. Jack grinned.

“Trust me sweet, you’ll have lots of that later.” He finished his sentence with a wink from one of his white eyes.

I grinned, “I can’t wait.”

“Well, you’ll have to for a little while.” He said crawling so he was directly over, basically pinning me down without really pinning me.

“You know,” he said breaking the silence, “I haven’t had a formidable foe in such a long time, I nearly forgot what it was like. But you so lovingly reminded me, and I want to feel that fire again.”

I was confused. “I don’t follow.”

“I want to make myself want you more than anything. And you just lie there looking confused and open, it’s maddening really.” He said with a chuckle.

“Glad I can help?” I asked.

“Oh, you should be,” he said grinning. “Because I’m about to show you what it’s like having an all powerful being as your pleasuring companion.”

I grinned and was caught off by the next part.

Jack kissed me again, but softer this time. Now that my head was actually clear-ish, I realized that he tasted like candy. Literally. His tongue and lips tasted like they were made of candy.

My hips bucked into his and he grinned. “Patience my good doll, all things come in time.”

“We have about 3 hours before the guards come back this way, 5 before the shifts change again.” I said bluntly.

“As I said before, they come in time. And we have plenty.”

Jack then kissed me again and I felt his hands creep towards the top of my pants. I waited until they were nearly on top of me before I wiggle and slipped from his grasp.

He growled and deepened the kiss, teasing me with his tongue and teeth. I didn’t realize until I could feel the cold floor on my bare skin that he was removing my pants.

My plain cotton panties, which were all but ruined, were next and I felt his nails brush the inside of my thighs.

Jack then moved to my neck and I sighed in pure bliss. I locked my legs around him to keep him in place.

Jack then bit my shoulder hard and I yelped quickly quieting myself to prevent any unwanted attention.

My legs had uncrossed themselves from Jack and he pinned them down.

“I need mobility, sweetie,” he said cockily knowing I was stuck.

I raised an eyebrow in question but Jack cut me off with a small smirk and a quick kiss. Then he began to kiss my shoulder before he snaked his body downward.

I squirmed trying desperately to get up having never done this before and he again pinned me.

“I said I needed mobility, not you,” he said tauntingly before he continued with his plan.

He spread my legs and I closed my eyes and waited for it to be over. I had never had someone use their tongue to please me, nor had I ever thought of the idea. But Jack seemed hell bent on doing it.

He licked me flattening his tongue a couple times for warm up and I jumped from the strange contact.

Then his tongue turned completely pointed and he began his work.

I saw stars. He sucked each of my folds first before he licked up one side still sucking. Having done this a couple times he then did it to the other side.

I gasped and writhed unfamiliar with this sensation. “Jack,” I gasped half terrified.
“Hmm?” he said not stopping his work.

“I…” I couldn’t form a sentence. Words? What were words? All I knew was Jack and tongue.

“Amazing,” I breathed out unable to focus anymore on mundane things.

Jack’s tongue began to climb up and circle my clit. He was talented with that thing I’ll give him that.

I didn’t even know it but my hands were in his hair, grabbing it for dear life. Jack was grinning and enjoying everything.

Pure pleasure was coursing through me. “Hng,” was all I could get out anymore beside me moaning Jack’s name.

I could feel him grin from my torturing pleasure. Then he took his fingers and spread my folds so he could get a better angle and began to work his way with my entrance.

His tongue worked in a zigzag formation and I nearly screamed.

“Jack!” was all I got out. He continued working harder barely even seeming to break a sweat.

I was a complete wreck at this point. There was nothing anymore, just a pure light that I was lost in. There was no up or down, I was just there and pure instinct told me to hang on.

To say I came would be an understatement. I damn near drowned Jack with how violently I spasmed. Had he not held me down, it would have been more of a seizure than anything.

I lie there panting, barely even registering the laughter that was coming from next to me.

“Worn out already? But the game has just started,” he teased, proudly licking his lips. “And I retract my former statement. You aren’t sweeter than candy; you created the definition of sweet. I think I found my new favorite flavor, Scarlet.”

I closed my eyes and simply recuperated for a bit.

Jack smiled his eerie grin before I was able to speak. I murmured something he couldn’t make out.

“Huh?” he said leaning down.

“I hope you enjoyed it, because your turn is up.” I said flipping him onto his back.

“What the?” he barely had time to register what I said before he had to realize he was on his back.

“Wait a minute Scarlet,” he started. I had slipped my panties back on not liking the openness.

“My turn,” I said grinning before I dove for his neck.

Jack’s eyes rolled into his head as he arched forward into my teasing. “Hng.”

He smelled like carnival, popcorn and smoke with an underlying tone of evil and death. It was like crack to me.

I worked my way with his neck, Jack having gone near limp from my work. He tried to push me off him, wanting control but this round was mine.

“Shh,” I whispered, “A true player let’s the opponent have a shot.”

“But,” he said before I playfully bit his lip. “No buts.”

I started to undress him and he fought between letting me have my turn and going back to his plan.

I undid his suspenders with a snap and ripped off his feathers. The wrappings would be a pain, but nothing I couldn’t handle.

Jack couldn’t register what I was doing and before he knew it most of his upper body was undressed.

The pants were my focus and I slipped between his legs pulling them off.

Jack tried to prop himself up against the wall in an effort to clear his head but his eyes barely registered anything. That seemed fit enough since I could barely remember my own name after what he did.

His pants off left nothing more than black and white boxers, which I nearly tore in my effort to get to my treasure.

I gasped from it. Jack was huge and I nearly swooned.

“Naughty boy, hiding this from me,” I scolded.

“Don’t start,” he said with his head against the wall. He had no clue what I was going to do and it was driving him bonkers.

I grinned and licked his member from the bottom to the top ending with a quick whirl of my tongue.

Jack gasped and his hips bucked. I caught him in my mouth and began my work.

I hummed softly to get Jack’s attention and he gasped and bucked again. He tasted like black licorice. I had always liked black licorice.

“Scarlet,” he gasped. His hands now tangled in my hair as I continued my work.

I nibbled very carefully up his shaft before I started to bob my head. Jack’s pants began to increase and pick up.

“Scarlet, please,” Jack whined. I grinned and picked up my pace.

Jack seemed completely out of it. His white eyes were glazed and unfocused, all he could utter was Scarlet or a moan. When I felt he wasn’t responsive enough I would hum or nibble again to get him to react.

Jack began to buck and twist. I followed his movements moving like a machine to his every move. Timing was always my strong suit.

I twirled my tongue around him using as many tricks as I knew. It was super effective. Jack’s moaning increased substantially.

When I knew he was about to climax I was about to prepare before he yanked my head back and away from him.

“No, I have control,” he growled sounding far off.

“Not entirely,” I said before I used my hands. I started as fast as I could and got faster as I finished him off before he could do anything else.

Jack nearly howled and I locked lips to silence him. He spasmed even more violently than I did, shaking and jerking.

After he had calmed down did I release him.

“Clever vixen,” he nearly spat.

“How was that for a turn?” I asked smiling.

“Too good for my taste,” he said panting.

I grinned from the compliment until I saw Jack completely disappear under my bed.

“Hey!” I said crawling over. I looked under and black and white hands grabbed and pulled me under with him.

He pulled me to his chest and held me as I struggled.

“That’s not fair!” I said. “How are we even fitting under this thing?”

“Magic babe.” He responded.

I couldn’t escape, but I could flip him onto his back. And I did.

Jack was flipped and he let go of me in shock. I straddled his waist and grinned.

“Go on then show girl,” he said lustfully, “Give me a show.”

“Anything for a loyal patron,” I said wiggling just enough to tease him. It was strange being able to sit up underneath my bed and be surrounded by darkness. It was more like he had dug a massive grave under the bed and we were sitting in it.

I teasingly slid my hand under my shirt and flipped it off easily leaving me in my bra and panties. I hesitated at the clip. I had really nothing on my chest and Jack seemed to be the big chested type. I steeled my nerves and snapped it. The ends flung out teasing Jack’s eyes for more.

Jack grinned and made himself comfortable. I leaned towards him and put my hands on either side of his shoulders.

He took the cue and slowly took off my straps. His eyes looked more hungry than anything. He eagerly scanned over my chest.

I waited for the mockery to begin but instead he groped me roughly and I squeaked.

“Gentle,” I reminded him removing his hands.

“Sorry,” Jack said without any remorse what so ever.

Then began the real tease. I returned to my upright position and began to slide my fingers along my waistband.

Jack whimpered as I slowly took them off.

“To slow,” he said before he lunged and ripped them off me laying me flat on my back.

He then began to remove his wrappings for my viewing pleasure. He was cut beyond belief, even for his ragdoll posture.

I grinned and licked my lips, “Mine,” I claimed.

“All yours,” he said enjoying my hunger.

He chuckled as I felt him up and down, enjoying his toned body against my hands.

“Yummy,” I said happily, “and all mine.”

“And more,” he said before he positioned himself over me.

I tensed waiting and leaned my head back looking at the underside of the bed. It had been awhile, so the initial entrance would be rough, but it should lighten up from there.

Softly, I heard a wrapper crack. I glanced down to see Jack grinning.

“No children for me, sweets,” he said with a chuckle. I couldn’t help but chuckle too.

He positioned himself and slowly entered me. I growled from the initial pain but it was more pleasure than anything.

Jack began to move and I got into a rhythm with him. He felt amazing. I dug my fingers into his back and he gasped.

“Tiger,” he growled before harshly thrusting into me.

“Beast,” I replied panting. The light was beginning again and I could barely focus on what was going on. I heard strange sounds and realized it was me panting along with the thrusts.

“Uh,” Jack grunted.

“More,” I groaned.

The pace picked up and I lost the ability to see. Out of this blinding pleasure was the instinct to keep moving and not slow down. I didn’t and soon Jack began to near his climax.

He shook as he went over his edge, dragging me with him. I screamed for the first time in years as he pulled me to his chest.

I felt each of his breaths shake into his body as he tried to focus on what just happened.

“Wow,” was all I said before I flopped back to the ground exhausted.

Jack pulled himself from me before collapsing on top of me.

I barely registered that my clothes were being put back on me and Jack was curled around me.

“Best game ever,” I panted.

“I agree,” he said before he nuzzled into my neck and soon fell asleep.

I yawned and subconsciously stroked his hair before I too fell asleep.

The next morning I woke up under my bed with the guards talking excitedly outside my cell.

“She’s moved for the first time in a week,” one said. “This is a new breakthrough!”

I wondered what they were babbling about before I registered I was still under my cramped bed, but it was back to normal. No darkness and no extra space. And no clown. I looked around before I crawled out on all fours to the corner looking around.

The box was gone; Jack was gone, there was nothing. I skittered to my corner and curled back up.

I figured he just wanted a one-night stand and went back to being on my starvation week.

My food was brought to me for my morning meal with a smile from one of the nurses. They dropped the food through the slot and I waited until the coast was clear before I put the food in the vent for the next-door patient to get.

She ate all my food and returned yesterday’s tray to me so I could put it by the door to be retrieved.

I was sitting there, enjoying the visions of insanity when I noticed a splotch of color out of the corner of my eye. I looked under the bed to find a pile of colorful candy with a small note on top.

“Hope you enjoy the new clothes, will be back later tonight for our next game,” I silently read, “See you then sweets. ~ Jack.”

“New clothes?” I thought before I looked down to realize I wasn’t wearing what I was before. In fact my old clothes had completely vanished.

I was wearing something very similar to what I had on before, but these were in much better condition, and they were black and white stripped. Even down to the undies. And there were wrappings here and there since the actual clothing was ill fitting in some areas. It was lacking serious bloodstains though.

I grinned. “See you tonight, Doll,” I said to myself waiting for the sun to go down.

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I sat curled in the corner of this damned asylum. The screams were everywhere from the other patients. I had stopped screaming soon after I got here. There was no point; they simply fell on deaf ears.

My room was simple. White washed and bare with only a bed on a metal frame which I could hide under when people came, and a few lights along with a huge air ventilation system. There was a small sparsely furnished bathroom as well.

It would have been a lot more decorated if I wasn’t on suicide watch.

The madness had set in a long time ago, and then I was sent here. I never knew the feeling of new clothes, or what it was like to walk free among people without feeling the urge to stab them. The images followed me everywhere and I never knew a moment without them.

I had made ‘friends’ here. They followed me because I knew my way around. I taught them how to use code and crawl through the vents. I killed the guards we didn’t like and I waited every day for my own death.

I grew bored sitting in the corner and rose slowly and stiffly. I had next to no energy since I had not eaten in near a week. Starvation was a painful way to go, but I had nothing else.

I walked once around my dull room, following the skitters of the beings as they led me in circles and swirls. I grew exhausted and collapsed onto the ground hitting my head on the floor.

The pain cleared my foggy mind for a minute. I decided to go to the tower. It was much more fun up there.

I waited for the guards to pass, making their predictable rounds and climbed into the air vent. I crawled to the courtyard and waited for the clear. Then I bolted to the tower and crawled in it’s old ventilation system.

The asylum used to be a massive mansion turned school. The Tower had been the arts department. It was filled with lost, old, and forgotten junk along with a spinning wheel I often burn time away with.

The vents were perilous at best but once I was inside the tower I could take the stairs and leap across the gaps.

Once I reached the top, my foot got caught on the top stair and I fell forward. My hand went through a board and revealed a secret hidey-hole.

I eagerly rummaged through it to find any useful or sharp item. There was none except a wooden music box with faded painted pictures along the sides.

It was beautiful. I loved old things, dead things, and forgotten things above all. They were like my own special things. I tenderly ran my fingers along the box and felt the vibrations coming from it.

This box was powerful. It emanated magic. I grinned from ear to ear. This box was special.

Along the top was a faded set of carved words. Running my fingers along it I figured them out. Laughing Jack in a Box in read.

I loved Jack in the Boxes but I had never heard of a Laughing one. Perhaps it had some creepy chuckle it made.

I carefully took the crank in my hand. It was rusty and fragile. I slowly turned the crank and it jerked around.

I stopped quickly not wanting to break my new treasure. I carefully began again. The crank jerked and stuttered, but it began to play the song Pop Goes the Weasel in a terribly off key tune.

“All around the Mulberry Bush, the monkey chased the weasel,” I started singing the old rhyme. “The monkey thought ‘twas all in fun. Pop goes the weasel.”
On the last verse the top sprung open to reveal nothing. The inside of the box was dark and seeped out loneliness, despair, and evil. I sighed in disappointment that the Jack hadn’t come out.

I was in my box, as usual. Chilling and waiting for some idiot to turn the crank and let me out. I could see everything outside my box, but there was nothing but blackness and dust.

Then I heard the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs and I sat up. A girl would often here. She was a part of the mental institute and even though I had never seen her, I loved it when she came.

She would sit and talk to herself and I would listen. Sometimes if I was bored I would answer her ramblings even though she couldn’t hear me. It passed time.

But this time I heard a slip and a thud and then the board above my box broke and blinding light shown in. I eagerly awaited to be pulled out and released so I could continue my playing with the world.

Then I saw a face peek into where I was hidden. A girl’s face. This was the girl that frequented here.

She grinned upon finding my box and lifted me out carefully. I appreciated the sentiment. She looked my box over and I could see her face clearly now. Holy damn was she hot.

Her eyes were rimmed with black from lack of sleep and dementia. Her irises were black or a very deep brown and they were fractured. They didn’t line up because of her madness probably. One was beginning to go white, but it appeared she could still see out of it. She was pure white and had long, messy black hair with next to white lips.

She was completely monochrome. Just like me. Needless to say the excitement was getting to me, in more ways than one.

She acted as if she had found a treasure when she looked at my box. I was confused.

“Huh? Maybe she has a thing for old dusty boxes?” I thought.

She lightly ran her hand around my box and across the top. I shivered with delight.

“Oh, baby, you’re killing me,” I whispered and chuckled at the irony of what I said.

When she discovered the carvings along the top, she stopped and ran over them slowly, deciphering them. Her long nails lightly scratched the top of my box. I was in ecstasy. Shudders kept running through me making it hard to focus on anything but those lovely scratches.

Then she stopped and took the crank. I sat tense.

“Yes, turn the crank, let me see you face to face,” I hissed.

She took it delicately (for a mad woman she was sure graceful) and turned it gently so as to not to break it.

The crank having been not used for a while jerked and she quickly let go.

“No,” I growled. “No, get back here and turn the crank! Let me out! The crank won’t break you idiot!”

She took it again and even more carefully turned it. My song began to play terribly off key and she began to sing along. She matched it’s key, making it sound beautiful.

I was so engrossed in my eargasm I barely realized that I would soon be coming out.

“All around the Mulberry Bush,” she sang, “The monkey chased the weasel. The monkey thought ‘twas all in fun. Pop goes the weasel.”

On the last verse my lid sprung open and she looked inside eagerly. Her face fell with a sigh when she realized nothing popped out. Or so she thought. She gingerly set my box down; completely unaware I was behind her.

“Don’t look so sad, doll, the box isn’t broken,” I whispered in her ear. She whirled around and fell on all fours in an attack stance looking at me with a wild stare.

As if it wasn’t hard enough to walk from all the excitement she had given me before, that animalistic stare only made it worse.

Then she began to look me up and down. Her stare glided over me and I felt chills go up and down my body. Her eyes lingered on my chest and as they found their way down I tried to hide my excitement as best as I could.

She flicked down my legs and back up to me. She didn’t seem scared of me; she seemed more interested in my appearance.

“Hello,” I said smiling showing my pointed teeth.

“Hello,” she responded softly. Her voice was soft and smooth like pure silk. Her tattered clothes hung off her thing frame in a most lovely way. I noticed bloodstains on them and nearly swooned right there.

Instead I bowed to my new ‘friend’. “I am Laughing Jack! Your new friend for life! Who are you?”

She tensed lower to the ground.

I gestured for her to answer. Her beautiful eyes looked me over again and I forced myself to stay still. “My old name was Seraphina, but now I’m called Scarlet.” She said plainly.

“Scarlet, I like that name.” I responded with a slight chuckle and a grin. “Reminds me of good times.”

She perked up. “Good times with scarlet? Sounds like my kind of time.”

“Oh, I bet it is,” I said stepping closer to her. She tensed and crouched even lower, but I kept walking. I would love to see her strike me.

I watched her carefully. She wasn’t like most other people I had played with. Something told me she would be fun.

She lunged at me with a feline growl and I disappeared to reappear behind her. She landed lightly on her feet and I quickly sprung at her unguarded back and pinned her against the wall with her arms behind her.

“Please fight,” I said pushing up against her. She flattened against the wall, but instead of fighting, she relaxed.

I tightened my grip instantly. “Nice try doll, but that won’t work,” I said with a chuckle. I was nearly shaking I was so excited.

“I’m not trying,” she responded softly again. “I’m waiting.”

“For what?” I asked confused. I lightly ran my hand up and down her arm while I held them. This dame was going to be the end of me.

“For you to kill me,” she stated as if she was stating the weather.

“What?” I asked confused.

“You are going to kill me aren’t you?” she asked turning her white eye to me. I nearly got lost in it before I forced myself to answer.

“What makes you instantly assume I want to kill you? Because I’m a black and white clown with sharp teeth? That instantly makes me a killer? I’m offended at your insinuation!” I said crossing my arms with a humph.

She turned around and scanned over me again. A soft chill went up me and I smothered it as best I could.

She sighed, “If you’re not going to kill me, then I suppose our time here is over. The stairs to the left will get you out, half way down take the air vent. First left will take you to the fence. From there you’re on your own.” She said before walking past me.

She stepped over my box and went over to an old spinning wheel before she sat down and began to turn the wheel slowly.

I stood there confused beyond belief. Somebody wanted me to kill them? That takes away all the fun! There’s no point! It’s not evil anymore; it’s merciful.

I watched her hand slowly go up and gently take the wheel before spinning it down with a slow creak. Each creak made my heart skip a beat. I approached her from behind and wrapped my arms tightly around her.

“Well, there are a lot more fun things to do than kill,” I said in her ear. Her hair was filthy and came down to her waist in choppy lengths.

“What is more fun than that?” she asked again turning her white eye to me.

“Well, there is a fun game I happen to know of. A bit old but still fun.” I said grinning. She was making this too easy. I lightly ran my pointed nail down her side to her hip while still having my arms wrapped around her like a constricting snake.

She seemed to catch on and turned her full face to me, then she slowly turned her body to me. She again glanced over me before her monochrome eyes settled on my white orbs.

She cocked an eyebrow before she slowly reached out and grabbed the top corners of my suspenders and pulled me closer to her.

“Oh boy,” I thought as my weight was shifted so quickly I had to take a couple steps to right my self.

She put her knees on either side of my hips and pulled my upper body closer so I was bending down towards her face.

“What sort of game?” she asked innocently enough, but with an underlying sinister tone.

“The best game of your life,” I replied with a grin. This chick was good. A little to good. I’d have to amp up my advances.

She again raised a black eyebrow into a high arch above her right eye. “Is that so? Well, I am not really one for games.” She said before she quickly let me go.

I nearly fell forward before I righted myself with a growl.

She rose, “But if the game is as good as you say, I suppose it’s worth a shot. I really have nothing better to do.”

A bird landed on the sill of a nearby window and her attention was quickly drawn to it. Her ears actually swiveled towards it, like a cats.

I took the advantage and got closer to her. She turned her attention quickly back to me. “Trust me, this game is second best to killing. It’s a very enjoyable game.”

She gave a chuckle throwing her head back. I could see inside her beautiful mouth and had to truly fight my urge to shove my tongue down her throat.

Then her attention turned back to the bird that was twittering incessantly. I nearly snapped the damn thing’s neck right there.

“What?” she said suddenly to the bird.

“Great, she talks to birds,” I thought.

She ran to the window and looked out. “Shit.”

She stuck out her tongue slightly. It was pointed.

“Oh, you are a murdering machine!” I thought as again I shuddered.

“Sorry Jackie, but not games today. I have to get back to my cell.” She turned to the stairs. “Have fun doing whatever.”

“Wait! I’ll come with you!” I said quickly crossing the room.

“I can’t have somebody just show up in my cell, much less a male,” she said turning.

“They won’t see me, I promise,” I tried to persuade her.

She merely snorted and then bolted down the stairs. “Do whatever,” she said over her shoulder.

“I’d like to do you,” I thought chuckling as I grabbed my box and ran after her.

I made it back barely in time before the next patrol. I owed that bird a small treat the next chance I get.

The guards changed and checked on each of us. I was back in my corner not having moved an inch according to them. I thought of my new clown friend.

He could easily have been a hallucination. I can never tell anymore. But still, he seemed different. That box was magical; maybe he was real. Either way, he was by far the hottest one I’ve ever come up with.

He wasn’t shimmery, so it was possible he was real. And if he was, then that means he’s completely open. His intentions couldn’t have been more apparent if they had been neon signs.

I smiled feeling a long forgotten feeling wash over me. It had been so long since I had felt arousal; I barely recognized it. I had thought that I was surfing the crimson wave early before I realized it wasn’t blood between my legs.

“Laughing Jack,” I thought. “He was more like Lusty Jack.”

I giggled. “Lusty Jack. That’s funny.”

The guard noticed my giggling.

“Shut up freak.” He commanded. “There’s no one there.”

“You’re there. That’s humorous enough.” I replied used to the abuse.

“I said shut up, or I’ll call a code red,” he warned.

I growled a laugh, “And then you’ll end up like your friend John.” I taunted.

“Why you little!” he turned and unlocked the door coming in. I grinned. He pointed his tranquilizer filled gun at me, “I aught to shoot you right here!”

“Then do it,” I challenged emotionlessly. He fired. The needle never reached me.

Laughing Jack stood in front of me, between his fingers the needle, which was pointed at my eye.

“Now that’s not very nice, shooting at a girl that clearly has problems,” he taunted in his clown-like raspy voice.

“What the?” the guard was shocked at this guy’s sudden appearance and I could resist.

“Seeing things Officer Chaun? Don’t worry, there’s a treatment for that,” I said with a sickeningly sweet smile.

Jack chuckled glancing over at me with his white eyes before Chaun went for his radio.

Jack sprung at him and his arms wrapped around the Officer like a boa. He held him in place as I calmly walked up to him.

“I warned you,” I said.

Chaun’s eyes widened and then Jack disappeared with Chaun with a puff of black smoke.

I grinned and turned back around to my corner. I would have to reward Jack for his help with that idiot Officer later.

I sat back in my corner, curled into a ball, watching the Beings play and whisper. It passed time.

I fell asleep in my little fetal position. I have done that for the past week. My starvation week. I sit in my corner curled up, maybe walk around a bit, sit back down, sleep and don’t move.

About 3 hours later if my count was correct, I hear a voice whisper in my ear. “You look so peaceful when you sleep, I just want to cut you open!”

“What’s stopping you?” I said back my voice gravelly from sleep.

“That beautiful body,” Jack said.

“To bad,” I said opening my eyes and jumping a bit from his close proximity.

“Hi,” he flashed his teeth.

“Hello,” I said softly. Up close he was even more handsome.

“Sleep well?” he asked.

“Very. What happened to Chaun?” I asked standing and stretching. Lights out had already been called and the room was dark save for the light coming in from my small massively high window.

Jack watched my body as I stretched. He lightly licked his lips before looking to me and answering. “Dead. We had lots of fun.”

“I bet. Chaun needed to lighten up.”

“He’s plenty light now. About 216 pounds lighter.” Jack said triumphantly crossing his arms.

I grinned. “Wow. Aren’t you thorough.”

Jack smiled and puffed up like a proud bird.

“So, I suppose I owe you a thank you for earlier,” I said slowly walking up to Jack.

Jack instantly watched me and his smile crept away to a slight wondering smolder and he slowly uncrossed his arms.

“In fact, I owe you my right eye. How can I possibly repay you?” I said getting closer to Jack. He looked me up and down and backed up into the corner. I again grabbed his suspenders and pressed myself closer still.

“You didn’t answer my question, Laughing Jack,” I said, my eyes lidded and my face inches from Jack’s. I put my knee between his legs as I crept closer still.

“I…uh…you can…” LJ Mind.exe has stopped working. His eyes rolled slightly up into his head as he sucked air through his teeth. He growled out a soft, “Fuck.”

I raised an eyebrow, “I can fuck?”

I rubbed my knee very lightly, really teasing more than anything against his growing bulge. “I can fuck what?”

Jack’s hips bucked and ground against my knee before I dropped away from his reach.

“You…can…fuck me,” he finally formed a sentence and looked at me. His eyes glistened with lust.

“I have permission to?” I clarified innocently. Jack growled and grabbed me pulling against him and grinding his hips into mine.

“I want to do you until you scream for mercy,” Jack growled.

“I don’t scream,” I challenged twisting my hips back.

“Not yet,” he said. I cut him off by slamming my lips into his. Jack stiffened from my forwardness.

I grazed my tongue against his pointed teeth, and moaned into his mouth on accident.

Jack ground his hips into my leg nearly tipping me over. His tongue invaded my mouth. It had been so long since I had kissed someone I was having trouble recalling what to do to make it good.

I instead fought Jack for dominance. Jack’s pants felt like they would split if this continued any further. “God, you are a Hellcat aren’t you? Do you know what I do to Hellcats?” Jack whispered in my ear.

“Make them howl?” I asked.

“Make them kittens,” he replied. Then his arms grabbed me and pulled me back to his lips. He began to win the dominance battle and I ended up submitting to him. I could feel him smile.

Then he bit my lip. His sharp teeth broke the skin. I squeaked and pulled back at the sudden pain. Jack watched me, his teeth tipped red.

I ran my tongue around my mouth seductively testing the wound. He hadn’t bitten deep, but my blood was thick from lack of water and it ran out slowly.
Jack slowly bent down to my lips again, lightly brushing his lips across them, “Let me see,” he said softly.

I opened my mouth and he gently took my lip and sucked on it, cleaning the blood off it.

I moaned again softly so as not to draw attention and Jack turned his attention from my quickly clotting lip to my full mouth. His hands started to move and I lost track of where they were. They would be on my hips, and then I would get lost in the flame in my stomach and then they would be groping my breasts.

He started to slide them up my shirt and I felt his long black nails lightly running across my skin. Goosebumps popped up from his touch alone and I suppressed a shiver.

Then I heard the guards changing. I quickly snapped to attention and Jack gave a frustrated growl.

“Always something,” he muttered. “What’s a guy gotta do to not get cock blocked around here?”

“Welcome to the Asylum,” I said quickly pushing him to the corner. “Stay hidden.”

Jack grabbed my arm, “I’m not done with you yet,” he hissed.

“You are until they pass, and even then we have to stay quiet,” I said.

“According to whom?” he said getting some sass in his voice.

“The guys with the super charged cattle prods,” I said before I quickly leapt back to my corner.

The guard checked in and Jack melded back into the shadows. He was only a few inches from me, but he blended in a lot better with his clothes than I did.

“Hey, freak, where’d Chaun go?” the guard yelled in. He had learned early to fear me.

“Someplace fiery,” I replied softly.

His eyes widened. Jack had moved behind me now and was sitting behind me, like I was in his lap. His arms wrapped around me so that they were holding me, but hidden from the guard’s view.

“So, Chaun finally pushed to far,” the Youngling remarked. “Figures. He always thought he was tough.”

I remained silent. If I said anything I would be admitting to killing a guard and I didn’t. Jack did.

Speaking of Jack, he was still holding me, but one of his hands broke away and was gently rubbing my arm. I sighed softly, enjoying just listening to his deep breathing. He added so much noise to my once quiet space. It was nice.

His hand began to creep down my side. I made to move to stop him but he held my arms fast.

“Oh, no, I said I wasn’t done with you,” he whispered challengingly in my ear, “I get to play now. I want to hear you moan for me.”

“Jack!” I hissed as quietly as I could, “We’ll get caught. Then we’ll be in trouble.”

“No excuses here, doll,” he said back. His hand was traveling south towards the waistband of my pants. His hand rubbed lightly along my stomach and it brushed the top of the waistband.

He lightly ran his sharp finger along the edge of it and I threw my head back in a silent sigh of pleasure. Jack liked my reaction and pushed further.

“So, did he scream?” the guard casually asked.

“What?” I asked keeping my voice even as Jack’s hand teased my waistband a little more before it continued it’s journey down. His fingers lightly brushed my lips and then he began to tease my folds.

I gasped. “Did he scream?” the guard clarified.

“I wouldn’t know,” I said back. My voice sounded breathy. The guard took it for exhaustion, and for that I was glad.

Jack then started to rub my clit. I could feel his nail lightly scraping my skin wherever it went. It was amazing. He started with just rubbing and circling it. I felt my breathing pick up as I tried to keep up with him.

The screams of the other patients began to pick up as well. They were on time tonight and each scream could be heard responding to another in a network of petrified screaming of the insane.

Jack didn’t think I was loud enough and he then ran his fingers down my folds to my entrance. I gasped softly as his finger teased the opening.

“I want to hear you scream,” he said roughly in my ear. He had to be feeling what he was doing to me at this point.

His finger slightly entered and then exited. I growled slightly in between my growing gasps. “Jack,” I whispered.

Jack shuddered, “Oh, you little devil,” he said breathily, “Look what you’ve done to me. I’m a wreck.”

His finger entered inside me and I struggled to get my hands out of his grip. His arm wrapped around me several inhuman times.

“Are you’re arms the only things that stretch?” I asked casually. I pushed myself up more into Jack’s lap and felt him poking my lower back.

“Not the only things,” was all Jack said before his efforts quickly sped up.

He pushed his finger up as far as it would go without letting in another one, and he slowly dragged it down my wall. It hit my spot and then it trailed down. I moaned softly at the teasing.

“So excited,” Jack murmured, “And yet so unprepared for the night.”

Jack repeated the process several times. On the seventh time he did it, my hips bucked unconsciously and I cursed myself silently. Jack, pleased that I wanted more, then entered in his finger and started to rub.

I whimpered softly from his pleasing and the guard heard me.

“You all right?” he asked.

I didn’t respond, my mind reeling of what to say or do. I squirmed trying to get Jack to stop long enough for me to think. He didn’t.

I whimpered again this time on purpose. The guard turned his head so a bit more than his peripheral vision was seeing inside my cell.

“I said are you all right?” he asked again.

Jack rubbed me hard and I whimpered loudly. The guard, used to working in the emotional wing, ignored it as a simple break down of regret or loneliness and ignored my whimpers.

“When I please you, you make a sound,” Jack growled angrily in my ear.

“Then please me,” I challenged stupidly.

I could feel Jack grin behind me as he began to kiss my neck, lightly biting and sucking as he worked his way around.

His fingers picked up their pace. He entered two inside me and began to rub lightly at first, but get increasingly harder. His nails lightly scratched me.

I laid my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes. I ground my shoulders into his chest, lightly moaning and sighing. Jack’s chest was rock hard and I was very curious to see more.

He moved his fingers in a scissoring motion, drawing my attention to what he was doing down stairs. My hips began to move on their own and as much as I tried to hold them still, they wouldn’t listen.

I started to ride Jack’s fingers as his pace picked up. He chuckled at my pleasure and his chest rumbled against my back.

Deciding to tease him a bit, I wiggle my hips just enough to rub against him and he gasped and stiffened before he held me tightly in place.

“Naughty girl,” he said with a chuckle in his voice. “It’s your turn now, not mine.”

He then rubbed even harder. Two fingers were inside me and his thumb and maybe another finger was rubbing my clit. I gasped barely containing myself.

I felt my peak grow and soon I couldn’t hold it in much longer. The rope inside my stomach was tightening up quickly. I braced myself against Jack’s back and once I felt myself begin to go over the edge, I whimpered loudly to please Jack.

Jack was pleased and as I spasmed over his fingers, he chuckled slightly.

“My, my, how violent a release. I wonder how long it has been since you have felt another’s touch, or if ever.”

“It’s been a long time,” I admitted.

“Ah, but you have felt this before,” He replied as if I had spilled some big secret.

“Not nearly this good,” I said catching my breath.

Jack puffed up again from the compliment. He had pulled his fingers from me and I sat in my now ruined pants, panting softly. Jack’s fingers glistened in the moonlight and he brought them up towards his face. He then licked them clean and then grinned when he was done.

“Sweeter than candy,” he replied.

I said nothing and simply sat there recovering. After awhile he let go of me and I stood up slowly and carefully went to the door. The guard was gone, having moved on to his other rounds and then to the east wing. I now had complete privacy with Jack surrounded by the screams of others.

“Do you like candy?” Jack asked me as I turned around to tell him the news.

“Candy?” I asked. It had been so long since I had candy, or anything sweet, I couldn’t remember what it tasted like. “Yes, I suppose I like candy. Why?”

“Cause, I’ve got a candy shop, right here!” Jack said giving a little wiggle before doing a slip tease with his feathered shoulders.

“Ow!” I said giggling. I watched Jack for a moment just enjoying his frontal advances. Before I knew what was happening, Jack had me from behind and was flipping me onto the ground.

I landed on my back hard and got the wind knocked out of me before my head lightly grazed the hard wall of the corner.

“Ow,” I said in actual pain this time. Jack stood back from where we were and he slowly walked over to me. Once he got closer, he crouched down to the floor and crawled over me.

“Silly girl, thinking our game was over,” he said chuckling. “It’s only just begun.”

“I got distracted by candy,” I whined. Jack grinned.

“Trust me sweet, you’ll have lots of that later.” He finished his sentence with a wink from one of his white eyes.

I grinned, “I can’t wait.”

“Well, you’ll have to for a little while.” He said crawling so he was directly over, basically pinning me down without really pinning me.

“You know,” he said breaking the silence, “I haven’t had a formidable foe in such a long time, I nearly forgot what it was like. But you so lovingly reminded me, and I want to feel that fire again.”

I was confused. “I don’t follow.”

“I want to make myself want you more than anything. And you just lie there looking confused and open, it’s maddening really.” He said with a chuckle.

“Glad I can help?” I asked.

“Oh, you should be,” he said grinning. “Because I’m about to show you what it’s like having an all powerful being as your pleasuring companion.”

I grinned and was caught off by the next part.

Jack kissed me again, but softer this time. Now that my head was actually clear-ish, I realized that he tasted like candy. Literally. His tongue and lips tasted like they were made of candy.

My hips bucked into his and he grinned. “Patience my good doll, all things come in time.”

“We have about 3 hours before the guards come back this way, 5 before the shifts change again.” I said bluntly.

“As I said before, they come in time. And we have plenty.”

Jack then kissed me again and I felt his hands creep towards the top of my pants. I waited until they were nearly on top of me before I wiggle and slipped from his grasp.

He growled and deepened the kiss, teasing me with his tongue and teeth. I didn’t realize until I could feel the cold floor on my bare skin that he was removing my pants.

My plain cotton panties, which were all but ruined, were next and I felt his nails brush the inside of my thighs.

Jack then moved to my neck and I sighed in pure bliss. I locked my legs around him to keep him in place.

Jack then bit my shoulder hard and I yelped quickly quieting myself to prevent any unwanted attention.

My legs had uncrossed themselves from Jack and he pinned them down.

“I need mobility, sweetie,” he said cockily knowing I was stuck.

I raised an eyebrow in question but Jack cut me off with a small smirk and a quick kiss. Then he began to kiss my shoulder before he snaked his body downward.

I squirmed trying desperately to get up having never done this before and he again pinned me.

“I said I needed mobility, not you,” he said tauntingly before he continued with his plan.

He spread my legs and I closed my eyes and waited for it to be over. I had never had someone use their tongue to please me, nor had I ever thought of the idea. But Jack seemed hell bent on doing it.

He licked me flattening his tongue a couple times for warm up and I jumped from the strange contact.

Then his tongue turned completely pointed and he began his work.

I saw stars. He sucked each of my folds first before he licked up one side still sucking. Having done this a couple times he then did it to the other side.

I gasped and writhed unfamiliar with this sensation. “Jack,” I gasped half terrified.
“Hmm?” he said not stopping his work.

“I…” I couldn’t form a sentence. Words? What were words? All I knew was Jack and tongue.

“Amazing,” I breathed out unable to focus anymore on mundane things.

Jack’s tongue began to climb up and circle my clit. He was talented with that thing I’ll give him that.

I didn’t even know it but my hands were in his hair, grabbing it for dear life. Jack was grinning and enjoying everything.

Pure pleasure was coursing through me. “Hng,” was all I could get out anymore beside me moaning Jack’s name.

I could feel him grin from my torturing pleasure. Then he took his fingers and spread my folds so he could get a better angle and began to work his way with my entrance.

His tongue worked in a zigzag formation and I nearly screamed.

“Jack!” was all I got out. He continued working harder barely even seeming to break a sweat.

I was a complete wreck at this point. There was nothing anymore, just a pure light that I was lost in. There was no up or down, I was just there and pure instinct told me to hang on.

To say I came would be an understatement. I damn near drowned Jack with how violently I spasmed. Had he not held me down, it would have been more of a seizure than anything.

I lie there panting, barely even registering the laughter that was coming from next to me.

“Worn out already? But the game has just started,” he teased, proudly licking his lips. “And I retract my former statement. You aren’t sweeter than candy; you created the definition of sweet. I think I found my new favorite flavor, Scarlet.”

I closed my eyes and simply recuperated for a bit.

Jack smiled his eerie grin before I was able to speak. I murmured something he couldn’t make out.

“Huh?” he said leaning down.

“I hope you enjoyed it, because your turn is up.” I said flipping him onto his back.

“What the?” he barely had time to register what I said before he had to realize he was on his back.

“Wait a minute Scarlet,” he started. I had slipped my panties back on not liking the openness.

“My turn,” I said grinning before I dove for his neck.

Jack’s eyes rolled into his head as he arched forward into my teasing. “Hng.”

He smelled like carnival, popcorn and smoke with an underlying tone of evil and death. It was like crack to me.

I worked my way with his neck, Jack having gone near limp from my work. He tried to push me off him, wanting control but this round was mine.

“Shh,” I whispered, “A true player let’s the opponent have a shot.”

“But,” he said before I playfully bit his lip. “No buts.”

I started to undress him and he fought between letting me have my turn and going back to his plan.

I undid his suspenders with a snap and ripped off his feathers. The wrappings would be a pain, but nothing I couldn’t handle.

Jack couldn’t register what I was doing and before he knew it most of his upper body was undressed.

The pants were my focus and I slipped between his legs pulling them off.

Jack tried to prop himself up against the wall in an effort to clear his head but his eyes barely registered anything. That seemed fit enough since I could barely remember my own name after what he did.

His pants off left nothing more than black and white boxers, which I nearly tore in my effort to get to my treasure.

I gasped from it. Jack was huge and I nearly swooned.

“Naughty boy, hiding this from me,” I scolded.

“Don’t start,” he said with his head against the wall. He had no clue what I was going to do and it was driving him bonkers.

I grinned and licked his member from the bottom to the top ending with a quick whirl of my tongue.

Jack gasped and his hips bucked. I caught him in my mouth and began my work.

I hummed softly to get Jack’s attention and he gasped and bucked again. He tasted like black licorice. I had always liked black licorice.

“Scarlet,” he gasped. His hands now tangled in my hair as I continued my work.

I nibbled very carefully up his shaft before I started to bob my head. Jack’s pants began to increase and pick up.

“Scarlet, please,” Jack whined. I grinned and picked up my pace.

Jack seemed completely out of it. His white eyes were glazed and unfocused, all he could utter was Scarlet or a moan. When I felt he wasn’t responsive enough I would hum or nibble again to get him to react.

Jack began to buck and twist. I followed his movements moving like a machine to his every move. Timing was always my strong suit.

I twirled my tongue around him using as many tricks as I knew. It was super effective. Jack’s moaning increased substantially.

When I knew he was about to climax I was about to prepare before he yanked my head back and away from him.

“No, I have control,” he growled sounding far off.

“Not entirely,” I said before I used my hands. I started as fast as I could and got faster as I finished him off before he could do anything else.

Jack nearly howled and I locked lips to silence him. He spasmed even more violently than I did, shaking and jerking.

After he had calmed down did I release him.

“Clever vixen,” he nearly spat.

“How was that for a turn?” I asked smiling.

“Too good for my taste,” he said panting.

I grinned from the compliment until I saw Jack completely disappear under my bed.

“Hey!” I said crawling over. I looked under and black and white hands grabbed and pulled me under with him.

He pulled me to his chest and held me as I struggled.

“That’s not fair!” I said. “How are we even fitting under this thing?”

“Magic babe.” He responded.

I couldn’t escape, but I could flip him onto his back. And I did.

Jack was flipped and he let go of me in shock. I straddled his waist and grinned.

“Go on then show girl,” he said lustfully, “Give me a show.”

“Anything for a loyal patron,” I said wiggling just enough to tease him. It was strange being able to sit up underneath my bed and be surrounded by darkness. It was more like he had dug a massive grave under the bed and we were sitting in it.

I teasingly slid my hand under my shirt and flipped it off easily leaving me in my bra and panties. I hesitated at the clip. I had really nothing on my chest and Jack seemed to be the big chested type. I steeled my nerves and snapped it. The ends flung out teasing Jack’s eyes for more.

Jack grinned and made himself comfortable. I leaned towards him and put my hands on either side of his shoulders.

He took the cue and slowly took off my straps. His eyes looked more hungry than anything. He eagerly scanned over my chest.

I waited for the mockery to begin but instead he groped me roughly and I squeaked.

“Gentle,” I reminded him removing his hands.

“Sorry,” Jack said without any remorse what so ever.

Then began the real tease. I returned to my upright position and began to slide my fingers along my waistband.

Jack whimpered as I slowly took them off.

“To slow,” he said before he lunged and ripped them off me laying me flat on my back.

He then began to remove his wrappings for my viewing pleasure. He was cut beyond belief, even for his ragdoll posture.

I grinned and licked my lips, “Mine,” I claimed.

“All yours,” he said enjoying my hunger.

He chuckled as I felt him up and down, enjoying his toned body against my hands.

“Yummy,” I said happily, “and all mine.”

“And more,” he said before he positioned himself over me.

I tensed waiting and leaned my head back looking at the underside of the bed. It had been awhile, so the initial entrance would be rough, but it should lighten up from there.

Softly, I heard a wrapper crack. I glanced down to see Jack grinning.

“No children for me, sweets,” he said with a chuckle. I couldn’t help but chuckle too.

He positioned himself and slowly entered me. I growled from the initial pain but it was more pleasure than anything.

Jack began to move and I got into a rhythm with him. He felt amazing. I dug my fingers into his back and he gasped.

“Tiger,” he growled before harshly thrusting into me.

“Beast,” I replied panting. The light was beginning again and I could barely focus on what was going on. I heard strange sounds and realized it was me panting along with the thrusts.

“Uh,” Jack grunted.

“More,” I groaned.

The pace picked up and I lost the ability to see. Out of this blinding pleasure was the instinct to keep moving and not slow down. I didn’t and soon Jack began to near his climax.

He shook as he went over his edge, dragging me with him. I screamed for the first time in years as he pulled me to his chest.

I felt each of his breaths shake into his body as he tried to focus on what just happened.

“Wow,” was all I said before I flopped back to the ground exhausted.

Jack pulled himself from me before collapsing on top of me.

I barely registered that my clothes were being put back on me and Jack was curled around me.

“Best game ever,” I panted.

“I agree,” he said before he nuzzled into my neck and soon fell asleep.

I yawned and subconsciously stroked his hair before I too fell asleep.

The next morning I woke up under my bed with the guards talking excitedly outside my cell.

“She’s moved for the first time in a week,” one said. “This is a new breakthrough!”

I wondered what they were babbling about before I registered I was still under my cramped bed, but it was back to normal. No darkness and no extra space. And no clown. I looked around before I crawled out on all fours to the corner looking around.

The box was gone; Jack was gone, there was nothing. I skittered to my corner and curled back up.

I figured he just wanted a one-night stand and went back to being on my starvation week.

My food was brought to me for my morning meal with a smile from one of the nurses. They dropped the food through the slot and I waited until the coast was clear before I put the food in the vent for the next-door patient to get.

She ate all my food and returned yesterday’s tray to me so I could put it by the door to be retrieved.

I was sitting there, enjoying the visions of insanity when I noticed a splotch of color out of the corner of my eye. I looked under the bed to find a pile of colorful candy with a small note on top.

“Hope you enjoy the new clothes, will be back later tonight for our next game,” I silently read, “See you then sweets. ~ Jack.”

“New clothes?” I thought before I looked down to realize I wasn’t wearing what I was before. In fact my old clothes had completely vanished.

I was wearing something very similar to what I had on before, but these were in much better condition, and they were black and white stripped. Even down to the undies. And there were wrappings here and there since the actual clothing was ill fitting in some areas. It was lacking serious bloodstains though.

I grinned. “See you tonight, Doll,” I said to myself waiting for the sun to go down.