The boy's hands explored the forbidden fruit of Jenny's body as she broke out in a cold sweat. No longer able to see what the boys were doing Jenny became scared and began to shake. This caused her weighted nipple clamps to sway, increasing her agony. The boy's watched her nipples, entranced by the motion of the clamps and weights.

Little Johnny secured nearby, saw the figure moving across the room towards the children. He tried to shout through his gag but the mewing sound that escaped fell on deaf ears. Johnny watched as the figure stepped into the light and took in the scene.

The figure was a tall attractive woman, in her mid-thirties, but in very good shape. She looked carefully at each of the children, assessing the situation, and walked up to the table. She calmly set her shopping bags down next to the table and pulled a thin leather belt from one of the bags, and grabbed a bundle of zip-ties from the table.

She then calmly walked up to the two boys who where molesting Jenny, completely undetected by them, and in one quick fluid motion swung the belt striking both boys across their bottoms in one hit.

The sudden pain caught both boys off guard and they look at each other, confused at what was happening.

"Get away from her!" the woman's yelled.

Jenny recognized the voice as her mother's and was relieved when she felt the weights being removed from her ankles and nipple clamps. She then felt an egg crate being placed under her feet and the cuffs on her wrist released from the scaffolding. Finally her mother removed the blindfold and gag that used to be Jenny's dress.

Jenny stood on the egg crate blinking while her eyes became adjusted to the light. The two boys stood trembling as the dominating figure of Jenny's mother hovered over them, her face completely emotionless. Something in her eyes told the boys not to toy with her.

Little Johnny, relieved to see the woman helping Jenny hoped she'd free him soon as well. His arms were becoming sore and the presence of now two females in the room made him more aware of his exposed privates. Johnny saw Jenny look in his direction and tried to look brave for her but his eyes still had a pleading look in them.

"What is going on here?" Jenny's mother asked.

Both the boys started babbling unintelligible nonsense. Jenny noticed, to her amusement, the Tim had wet himself out of fear.

"Silence! Both of you!" Jenny's mother shouted, "What are your names?"

"Mike Thompson" Mike said.

"T-tim Mason" Tim managed to stutter out.

Jenny's mom looked furious. "You will both end everything you say to me with Mistress," she growled at them.

"Y-yes mistress," both boys said in unison.

"And who is he?" Jenny's mom asked, gesturing towards Johnny with the belt she still held.

Both boys flinched but didn't say anything. Jenny's mom continued to stare at them, waiting for an answer.

"It's my little brother," Tim finally said, "Johnny. M-mistress."

"Does he piss himself like a little baby too?" Jenny's mom demanded, leering at Tim's damp crotch.

Tim cast his eyes downward, ashamed and humiliated that this lady had noticed. Mike started to laugh at his friend but was silenced immediately when the belt caught him across the front of his thighs.

"And you were the one that cut up my daughters dress," Jenny's mom said towards Mike, "Now is it fair that she has no clothes because of you?"

Mike started to protest but was again silenced when the belt landed across his thighs.

Jenny's mom gestured for Mike to stand, which he did immediately. Then she told him to strip, he hesitated at this command.

"Your clothes really aren't worthy to put on a dog, but my daughter needs something to wear home. If you don't start doing what I say these little taps I'm giving you on your thighs will start to be much harder and much higher."

Mike cringed, knowing exactly what her intended target was. He quickly removed his clothes and dropped them in a pile on the floor in front of him. Standing shivering in his boxers.

Jenny's mom gave him another hit with the belt across his thighs.

"That's no way to treat your mistress's new clothes, you'll fold them neatly and present them to her on your knees like the dog you are."

Mike quickly folded the clothes and kneeled down in front of Jenny's mom, presenting the clothes in front of him. Jenny's mom gave him three quick lashes with the belt. Mike looked up in fear.

"I'm not going to be wearing the clothes you worthless dog! You'll present them to my daughter, your other mistress and home she's as merciful as I've been today." Jenny's mom said.

"Y-yes m-mistress," Mike said as he walked, on his knees over to the milk crate that Jenny stood on. Mike winced at the pain as the sand and dirt on the cold cement floor of the room rubbed his knees raw. Mike presented Jenny with the clothes.

Jenny looked from the pile of clothes to her mother. Jenny's mother indicated she was to dominate him and a smile crossed Jenny's face.

Jenny kicked the clothes out of Mikes hand and stepped down from the milk crate.

"You were told to strip and present me with the clothes and you give me a pile of rags while still dressed," Jenny shouted, getting into the dominatrix role.

The last few years of forced Bondage had taught her a lot, not only about taking pain, but also giving it. She had lusted for so long for the opportunity to dominate someone and now her mother was granting her very wish. She became wet with the thought of what she could do. Of course he'd have to pay for cutting up her dress and touching her, ever since she was very young Jenny had been taught that strangers shouldn't touch her inappropriately. And then there was the cruel treatment to little Johnny she had seen. Although she didn't know much about the young boy she had developed a liking for him and wanted him to watch his tormentors be punished.

Mike nervously looked down his body. He had taken his clothes off when the lady said to, stripped right down to his underwear. She couldn't mean those to could she? He nervously looked up at Jenny. Her face was cold, as unemotional as her mother's. he slowly slipped his thumbs under the elastic waist of his underwear and saw Jenny give a small nod. He slowly pulled the underwear down, showing his prepubescent package and tight butt to the younger girl. Mike felt completely humiliated at being dominated by a girl, and a younger girl at that. His eyes welled up with tears.

Once his underwear was off he dropped them on the floor next to him and covered his genitals. Jenny stood over him, arms crossed for a moment.

"You're a slow learner aren't you?" Jenny demanded pointing at the boxers on the floor next to him and the rest of the clothes strewn about the floor.

Mike quickly gathered all the clothes, folded them neatly, and again presented them to Jenny.

Jenny took the pile of clothes from him and set them on the milk crate. She picked up his boxers off the top of the pile, pinching them with two fingers, and held them in front of mikes face. "You think I'm going to wear these?" she said, swinging the boxers in front of him.

Mike didn't know what to say. Suddenly Jenny was stuffing the boxers in his mouth. Before Mike realized what was happening Jenny had hit him on the side of the temple, knocking him off balance. Jenny quickly tied his hands behind his back with a piece of her dress. She then tied his ankles with more of her dress. Rolling Mike over she stood with one foot on his chest, hands on her hips, like Mike was some new land she had just conquered.

Jenny slowly walked around Mike, examining her new slave, and wondering what to do next. She looked to her mother, but her mother was busy with Tim.

Tim stared trembling as his best friend was forced by the young girl to strip completely naked. He thought of trying knock over the woman and girl, grab his friend and make a run for it. But with Mike completely naked he couldn't just run through the mall like that. Next he thought maybe he could make a run for it himself. Mike could take care of himself and his little brother could just stay tied up over there.

Jenny's mom stepped over towards Tim. She grabbed him by his shirt and lifted him to his feet, Mike realized now was the chance to run and was just about to take off when he felt the leather belt slip around his neck and the sharp yank backwards.

Tim landed with a thud on the hard cement and the wind was knocked out of him. Then he realized he couldn't breathe. His hands flew up to his neck and he tried to loosen the belt that was restricting his airway.

"Are you going to wallow in you own filth or are you going to get out of those wet clothes?" Jenny's mom asked the gasping boy, "The belt isn't coming off until your clothes are."

Tim realized his situation was hopeless and quickly began fumbling with the fly on his jeans. He managed to undo it with much difficulty. He felt himself become dizzy from lack of air. He struggled to undo his shoes and remove his socks. He quickly pushed his pants and underwear down his legs and kicked them off. He felt his vision begin to swim as he yanked his shirt off. Jenny's mom let go of the belt just long enough for him get the shirt over his head, then quickly tightened the noose down again. Tim, now totally naked grabbed at the noose when he didn't feel it loosen. Looking to Jenny's mom he saw her looking at the pile of clothes on the floor. Mike lunged at them, and struggled to fold them as his body became less and less responsive. He managed to get the clothes folded just as he passed out.

Jenny watched her mother for a bit then decided to get back to her own slave. She sat herself down on Mike's chest, making it difficult for him to breathe. She took his small penis in his hand and was amazed at how it stiffened at her touch. She carefully rubbed it with her hands, letting his tension build. She did this for a few minutes until she thought e was near orgasm. The she quickly ran her fingernail down the length of his shaft while using her other hand to firmly grab, squeeze and twist his balls. Mike screamed through his gag and his penis instantly went limp. Jenny rubbed on his penis to try and make it stiff again but to no avail.

"If you won't get hard the easy way," Jenny said while walking over and picking up the riding crop, "then we'll have to do it the fun way."

She gave his penis a light flick with the crop and saw him flinch in pain. A harder hit to the same area and he tensed up. She gave him a third hit and was rewarded with an agonized scream through his gag and him arching his back.

Mike rolled over on his stomach to protect his balls and Jenny was rewarded with the perfect opportunity to give him five quick swats on his butt. Mike squirmed and writhed in the pain. Seeing his bottom reminded Jenny of his treatment to Johnny earlier.

She walked over to Johnny, still secured to the scaffolding. She pulled the ball gag out of his mouth and quickly gave him a kiss on the lips. It was the first time Johnny had been kissed by a girl and was speechless as the new feelings rushed over his body. Jenny whispered in his ear to remain quiet then reached down behind him and picked up the dildo Mike had dropped there earlier.

Jenny looked at it as she walked back over to her slave, examining the dildo as she moved. Dust and dirt had stuck to the KY that covered it, giving the dildo a very grainy texture. She knew this would make it all the worse for what she had in mind. When she got back to Mike she put him in position. Mike allowed her to tuck his knees under his chest, raising his bottom in the air. He was thankful she wasn't hitting him and was completely clueless as to what was to come.

Jenny walked around in front of Mike and showed him the dildo. Mike began to shake with fear, realizing what was about to happen.

"You were going to stick this in Johnny over there. It's probably a good thing you didn't, and you're about to see why." Jenny said.

She walked around behind Mike and quickly pushed the tip against his sphincter before he had much chance to react. Mike did try to keep the intrusion out but Jenny was determined to teach him a lesson and applied more force while rotating the dildo. Mike, to his horror felt his sphincter give way and the dildo begin to enter.

"This would be easier if you relaxed," Jenny told him, "But I'm having more fun doing it this way."

Mike tried to relax his muscles to allow it to enter but each thrust of it caused him to reflexively tighten his muscles. Jenny now had two inches of its length in and decided to show him some real pain. She pulled the dildo back slightly and then gave a quick, hard thrust. The dildo was in four inches now. Mike began screaming when he felt this. Jenny felt herself becoming turned on by this and remembered the dildo deep inside her pussy. Once again she found herself wishing it still had battery life left, desiring some release. She force two more inches of the dildo into her slave and then another. Seven inches of it were imbedded in the boys butt and his screams had subsided into sickly sobs, barely audible through the gag.

Jenny pushed Mike over onto his back again and straddled his stomach. Desiring some relief, she began rubbing her chastity belt covered cunt on the boy's sore penis.

Jenny's mom watched her daughter whip Mike and then walk across the room to the third boy, kiss him, and pick up the dildo. Jenny found this unusual but couldn't think of it more as Tim began to come around. She had removed the belt from his neck and had taken the opportunity to use zip ties to secure the boy to another egg crate she had found lying around.

When Tim woke up he found himself in a very unusual position. An egg crate was positioned at the small of his back, his wrists secured to either side of it, forcing his back into an uncomfortable curve. His ankles were also zip-tied to the crate so that they nearly touched his wrists. His knees dug into the floor, causing still more pain. Tim found his front side was completely exposed. He struggled to his upper body to get a look around. His brother was still tied to the scaffolding, and the girl was in the process of forcing the dildo into his friend's backside. He didn't see the other lady and that's what scared him.

He lowered his upper body again, his abdominal muscles tired from the effort, and was surprised at a sharp pain on his back and a burning sensation. He quickly raised himself back up and saw the lady standing at his feet.

"That pain you felt is a small piece of plywood which I've driven carpenter nails through. I took the opportunity to slip it under you when you sat up. You'll find they're being heated by a propane torch, it's amazing what you find lying around."

Tim felt the heat rising off the nails, and could picture the nails glowing red hot, inches from his back. His abs were tiring and he was struggling to remain up. After a few minutes his body glistened with sweat from the effort and the heat. He saw the lady was holding another propane torch in one hand and the other, which was covered by a larger welders glove, had a flathead screwdriver in it.

"Now what am I to do with you boys?"

Tim couldn't answer, the effort of staying upright causing his to grit his teath.

"I have an idea though, and you'll be well taken car of. Of course I'm going to have some fun first, and make sure you know that it was very wrong for you to come in here."

Tim watched in horror as she lit the torch and heated the screwdriver until it was glowing. She held the glowing screwdriver inches off his chest. He could feel the heat coming off the tool and watched it in fear.

As it cooled and stopped glowing a feeling of relief rushed over his body. This was the moment she had been waiting for and let the screwdriver touch his chest. Although no longer glowing it was still very hot. The pain caused Tim to move back, away from it, forcing his back onto the hotter nails. He quickly pulled himself back up, his abs beginning to cramp from the effort. He watched her heat the screwdriver again and hover it over his genitals. As it cooled and stopped glowing he knew what was coming. The moment the hot screwdriver touched his genitals he reflexively tried to sit up. This cruelly pulled his shoulders painfully due to his bound wrists. He realized how helpless he was and how important it was for him to maintain his position. Again she reheated the screwdriver and held it over his nipples. This time she didn't wait as long for it to cool when she touched it to his chest.

Tim held steady as the screwdriver was brought down, holding his position despite the pain. He saw the lad walk around and stand between his legs. She kneeled down and began to insert the screwdriver up his but. Although it wasn't too big, and its recent heating's had left it not uncomfortably warm, Tim still resisted the intrusion.

Once the screwdriver was deep in the boys ass she pulled a roll of duct tape out and taped the boys small penis to the metal shaft of the screwdriver that protruded form his ass. She used still more tape to gag him. After ensuring the boys bonds were still secure she looked at the torch she was still holding. And idea occurred to her that, although cruel, and dangerous, would teach the boy a lasting lesson. She turned the flame of the torch down to the lowest setting and placed it near the handle of the screwdriver.

She knew once the plastic handle had been heated enough it would begin to melt, eventually allowing the flame to begin to heat the metal shaft of the screwdriver and, as time progressed, heating his penis and anus. She wondered how long it would take before the heat would become too much for the boy. If the people she was going to contact would get there in time to prevent serious injury. She also wondered which would happen first, would the boy's muscles give out, causing his to fall on the nails, or would the people arrive. The boy was already struggling to maintain the pose, obviously he didn't exercise nearly as much as she made Jenny exercise. Jenny she knew could maintain that exact pose for up to 8 hours without hitting muscle failure. Thinking of her daughter she decided to see how she was doing.

Jenny wasn't able to feel anything through her chastity belt as she ground her hips into Mike's crotch. Still she kept doing it when she saw the rough leather of her chastity belt was rubbing his genitals raw and the discomfort he was in. She was lost watching the discomfort on the boys face as she continued her thrusts, which had become even harder and faster out of her frustration at not being able to get any feeling out of it.

A hand on Jenny's shoulder brought her out of her trance, and looking up she saw her mom. She quickly dismounted her slave, much to Mike's relief.

"You've done a great job so far Jenny but it's about time to wrap things up, I just called the malemen to pick up some packages."

Jenny realized what her mom was saying, people who traded boys on the slave market were going to be coming for them. Although her mother would get paid a finders fee, she couldn't be around when they came. The rules were that finders never met with the traders.

She helped her mom lift Mike up to his feet. Jenny's mom double checked the ties on the back of his hands, finding them secure she looked with pride at Jenny.

Jenny and her mother secured Mike to the scaffolding by slipping a zip-tie through a hole in the scaffolding and securing it loosely around his neck. It was just high enough that he was forced to stand perfectly straight up and rise up slightly on his toes. Jenny's mom removed the dildo from his ass and wiped it off on Tim's shirt. Jenny got another quick idea and secured his elbows together behind his back with another zip-tie.

Jenny's mom looked at her daughter with pride. Her training had taught her well and Mike was clearly in discomfort. Jenny's mom then looked over at the third boy. She'd need to get her handcuffs back from him, she couldn't leave any of her personal items behind. She walked over to the young boy. He looked up at her fearfully. She noticed his little penis was still stiff.

"Ma'm, I'm sorry for my brother," he said as his eyes looked downward. "Please don't hurt us."

Jenny, seeing her mom talking to Johnny, walked over to accompany her. She had nearly forgotten about Johnny when her mom mentioned the malemen. She couldn't let this young boy go to them, he hadn't done anything wrong. Nervous not to displease her mother she asked to speak with her privately.

"What is it?" Jenny's mom asked, a trace of annoyance in her voice.

"Mother, he didn't do anything wrong, the other two boys tied him there and, even though he saw me first he didn't reveal where I was."

Jenny's mother considered the situation. The boy, whether it was because of his brother's torments, or what he had witnessed here, was very submissive. And the fact that, even though his brother had tortured him, he was willing to ask that he not be hurt showed he was very submissive. And of course she couldn't let his attempt to protect her daughter be rewarded by selling him into slavery. Jenny's mom made a decision.