Free The Possession by Jaid Black

assignments that can go no further than groping, fondling, and oral. That way if Jack loses any of the contests, he won’t be forced to watch her fuck another man.”
           Sheri groaned. “Why go through all the subterfuge? Why not just pull her out of the line-up altogether?”
           John raised the bourbon to his lips and sipped it as he stared out into the night. He sighed, relishing the burn as it glided down his throat. “Because I want him to have to work for her,” he murmured. “I want him to sweat all night long, wondering if she’s going to be the prize at a contest where the winner gets to fuck her.” He set the glass down. “I want him to go through hell and back mentally before the auction tomorrow. Because…”
           “Because it will make him appreciate her more,” she softly finished.
           “Yes.”
           Sheri smiled. “This is so cool, Johnny. Maybe we should think about tearing this place down and opening a Fantasy Island to bring lovers together,” she quipped.
           John chuckled as he turned his head to look down at her. “Okay. But you get to be Tattoo.”
           She laughed and threw him a “yeah right” look before turning on her heel to leave. “Sheri Calder Conner Carucci is officially on the case,” she threw over her shoulder as she reached the door. She stopped before she opened it. “Oh and one more thing, Johnny,” she said, her face turning to the left so she could make eye contact with him.
           He raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
           “You’re my hero,” she murmured.
           She left before he could reply.

Chapter 8
     
           Jack was delirious with panic as he looked for Krissy. All sorts of gut-wrenching scenarios went through his mind about the kinds of contests she was liable to be the prize in. But the worst one, he knew, was Pin the Dick in the Pussy , so it was to that booth he went first. When he quickly surmised that his professor wasn’t to be the prize at that contest, that some other woman would get fucked by the winner, he left immediately and searched the grounds for the right booth.
    The surrounding courtyard of Hotel Atlantis was massive and dimly lit, the only light that which was given off by blazing tiki torches. Much like a state fair, contest booths were set up all over it, only many of the games were x-rated and the prizes were gorgeous, naked women.
    To the right of him was a pussy eating contest, and to the left of him was the rubber ducky booth. The rubber ducky booth was set up the same way it was at state fairs where contestants got to choose one rubber ducky out of a dozen or so that were swimming by and pick it up to see what he’d won. Only instead of the prizes being stuffed animals, the bottoms of the duckies said things like “a blowjob” or “five minutes of cunt licking”.
    Jack jogged by the rubber ducky booth, paying an angry customer no attention when he started yelling he’d been cheated out of his money because the bottom of his ducky said “a kiss”.
    “Where are you?” he muttered to himself, his panic and possessiveness growing steeper with every passing moment. He continued jogging by various assorted booths, his heart rate increasing. “Where the hell—”
    “Sitting spread out on the stage for your viewing pleasure,” a loud, disembodied male voice boomed out through a microphone, “we have the slut Krissy…”
    Jack’s eyes narrowed first at the word slut and then at the name Krissy. “Don’t call her that, asshole. And don’t call her by my pet name for her either,” he gritted out as he picked up the speed of his jogging.
           “…as you can see our horny little Krissy is a natural redhead.”
    Jack’s nostrils flared as he finally caught up to the booth and came to a standstill before it, watching angrily as the Prickly Professor spread her legs wide open on a stage and the male announcer ran