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The Gift, Part 2
by Thndrshark


Jennifer had worn rubber before, but never this much. She sat quietly at her
master's feet, with only the heat and pain of the rubber bondage to distract
her. John had seemed to relish dressing his new slave in her outfit, making
sure that each piece was as snug and restrictive as possible. As Sarah
supported Jennifer on the tips of her ballet shoes, he had started with a black
rubber panty with two blow up dildos built into it. She was forced to bend over
and feel the one of the black shapes push into her ass, filling her up even
before it was inflated. The second, larger dildo pressed into her pussy, then
the panty was pulled up snug. A rubber bra came next. The firm cups seemed to
be designed to not only support her breasts but also cup them. She quickly
discovered the less pleasant aspects of the piece. Her breasts seemed to
squeeze into the bra, popping into each cup. A rubber gasket pressed the base
of each breast, forcing each to bulb out. As she began to fill out the bra, she
cried out behind her gag. Small, needle-like spikes pressed against her skin,
sinking slightly into each breast. It felt like hundreds of small pins had been
pushed into her skin and despite how she moved, the rubber bands at the base of
each breasts kept them forced into each cup. 

For a brief moment her ballet shoes were removed and Jennifer quickly found she
was unable to flatten her feet. Her tendons had tightened over the night. Sarah
pulled a pair of black latex leggings over her feet and up her legs, then
replaced her torturous shoes. Her arms were unbound for the first time in 20
hours and left to dangle at her sides. Sarah slipped shoulder length rubber
gloves on her, then John began pulling a rubber body suit up her legs. The suit
fit over the panties and bra, the inflation bulbs for the dildos fitting
through small holes in the crotch. Each leg overlapped the leggings perfectly,
creating a nearly seamless link. Her gloves were overlapped similarly. Her ball
gag was removed and a rubber hood was stretched over her head and smoothed
across her face. The rubber was skin tight, pressing tightly against her cheeks
and pressing her hair flat. The end was fed underneath the body suit collar,
then the suit was closed at top. The hood left open eyes and mouth, plus small
holes for her nostrils. John quickly inserted stoppers up her nose and before
Jennifer could panic, she realized she could breath through small tubes
inserted through the stoppers. She looked down to see a blow up gag being
pressed against her lips. With a quiet sigh, Jennifer opened her mouth and let
Sarah push the bladder in. She could feel her friend lock the gag in place,
then John began to inflate the bulb. She could feel the rubber grow until her
tongue was pressed down hard and her jaw was stretched. She looked up to see
John smiling at her, continuing to pump. Already her eyes had begun to water
and she pleaded with her eyes for him to stop. But he pumped on until she was
certain the ball would burst. Finally, she watched as John twisted the
connection at the front of the gag, then removed the inflation bulb. 

Jennifer had begun to panic. She had never been restricted to this degree. The
tight rubber made it difficult to breath, and now she was forced to rely on the
small tubes in her nose. She was starting to sweat under her latex prison, but
knew she would be wearing it for some time to come. She was even more surprised
when she saw John preparing even more for her to put on. 

"Bind her arms behind her again, Sarah," John commanded. "But I want to see if
her wrists will meet her collar." Both Sarah and Jennifer were shocked at this
suggestion, but Sarah could see that John was quite serious. He handed her a
pair of manacles that were connected by a small pivot. As Sarah attached
Jennifer's wrists behind her first, John began stretching a thicker rubber hood
over the first one. Quickly, her eyes were covered by a pair of dark lenses
that had been built into the hood. She felt as her nose tubes were fed through
holes and the hood was pulled snug over her head. John then took a wide rubber
collar and fit it over Jennifer's neck, locking on both helmets and the body
suit. She could feel John pull it snug, then attach several small padlocks at
the back. She tried to move her head, but found the collar seriously restricted
her movement. She couldn't turn to catch sight of John attaching a small cable
through a ring at the back of the collar, then to her new wrist cuffs. She felt
as John pulled the cable up, forcing her wrists to the middle of her back, then
inverted and above her elbows. She could feel her chest pushing out, the pins
forcing themselves even further into her skin. She had always been flexible,
but she wasn't sure she could accommodate John's wishes. But he was determined
to complete the job, pulling hard until he could hear Jennifer cry out beneath
her painful gag. Finally her wrists reached the back of her wide collar and
John quickly locked the two together. Jennifer could feel her shoulders begin
to burn from the harsh position, but she had no method to complain. But John
wasn't finished. He fed another strap around her elbows and pulled hard,
forcing them together as well. 

Finally, as Jennifer tried to adjust to the growing pain in her shoulders, he
laced a corset around her waist. The cincher seemed to be designed for someone
half her size, but John pulled the laces hard, reducing Jennifer's waist from a
petite 20 inches to a tiny 17 inches. She found it even more difficult to
breath now through her tubes. Reaching beneath her legs, he squeezed both
inflation bulbs. Jennifer could feel the two dildos growing inside of her,
filling her ass and pussy with rubber. Again, John far exceeded what she
thought was her limit, increasing the size until she thought she would faint,
then locked off the bulbs and left them dangling between her legs.

________________________________________

Sarah had left to run errands and John had led his rubber slave into his office
by a chain leash, then forced her to kneel at his feet. Jennifer wasn't
surprised to find that a ring had been set into the floor beside his desk, to
which John locked her leash. She was starting to lose control of the idea that
this was all just a game. Jennifer had read plenty of stories that involved
slavery and bondage that she would immerse herself in. Now, as she felt the
crushing feeling of the two layers of rubber on her body, the punishment bra
that forced sharp spikes into her breasts and the extreme method her arms had
been bound, she felt like she had been transformed into a real slave and she
was experiencing her true fate. She was isolated from the world, unable to
release herself, or to ask for release. Jennifer knew she was being truly
controlled and without Sarah's assurance that this would end soon, she would
not have been able to maintain control. 

The eye pieces were covered with a dark lens, much like a welding glass,
limited her view to within a foot or two. Her hearing was limited as well, but
she could still hear John's muffled voice through the two layers of rubber. He
had begun to make phone calls and for the first time Jennifer was allowed to
stay in the room. In the past, John kept his office locked, assuring his
girlfriend that she wouldn't be interested in his business dealings. She had
always assumed he was just keeping client confidentiality, but she quickly
began to doubt her optimism. Recently, she got the impression that he was
involved in his own shady dealings, but she hadn't been concerned. He was
seemingly wealthy and very giving, which was good enough for her.

Now, as she was ignored like an object she had become, she learned more of the
work he did. It was all very cryptic and much was lost on her, but she did
notice that he was inviting friends over for the evening. Jennifer panicked.
She knew he was probably wanting to show off his new slave girl, and that meant
he might want to share her as well. Based on her comments earlier, when she was
playing the game Sarah had wanted her to play, she had offered herself
completely. With fear in her heart she suddenly realized he was preparing a
gang bang for his new property.

"No, I didn't know either," she could hear John say. "I thought she was all
wholesome, too." A pause, then, "No, she is sitting here. I've got her in full
rubber, with blow up dildos and a gag. Oh, and get this: I folded her arms up
her back so her wrists are locked to the back of her collar!" He laughed at
loud to a comment from the other end. "Yes, you can fuck that pretty little
mouth of hers. But bring your piercing gear. Nose, tongue, nipples and clit."
Jennifer was shocked at the idea. She had always avoided any body piercings,
largely since she felt too embarassed to have any. Now, unless Sarah got back
soon and broke the news, she would be forcibly pierced, and not just her
tongue! "Oh, and bring the permanent rings. She's my slave now, right?"

Jennifer kneeled in silence for the remainder of his calls, dreading not only
the humiliation of servicing John's friends as a slave, but also the threat of
having rings permanently piercing her body. She almost missed a phone call that
sent shivers down her spine.

"Yeah, it's John. Are you still looking for another girl?" She could just make
out John's head nodding. "I think I've got your girl. She's 18 years old, very
attractive." A pause, "How much can you get for her? - Wow, that much? - No,
she's really 18 and never been a slave before. - Tonight,, after we're done
with here. - No, no injury, just some fun." Jennifer couldn't believe what she
was hearing! John had made a deal to sell her into slavery, a fate worse than
death. She felt faint, not only from the harsh constriction she was already
forced in, but also from the added feeling of this never ending. Rather than a
horrible game, yet a game that would finish, she now knew she might never see
freedom again. Images of slavery shot through her mind, filled with cruel
masters, foreign countries and even harsher tortures than she had already
faced.

As John finished the call, Jennifer tried to adjust her position for more
comfort. Her rubber skin had now molded so well to her own skin that she could
hardly tell the difference. Her arms had gone somewhat numb, though she could
still feel her fingers, which was a good sign. John finally stood and unhooked
her leash, then lifted her back to her toe shoes. The sudden pain of her feet
crushing into the painful devices woke Jennifer up again. But John was
oblivious to her pain. Instead, he gave her gag two more pumps and her dildos a
few more each, once again distracting Jennifer from the pain of her toes in
exchange for the pressure of the blow up devices. He walked her to face a full
length mirror in the corner, moving behind her and wrapping his arms around her
body.

"Ah, my little slave," he cooed in her rubber covered ear. "I can't wait to see
what punishments I can create for you. I've been wanting to have you as my
slave for so long. If I would only have known how eager you were to become a
life long slave, I would have captured you long ago." His fingers reached
around to pinch her latex cupped breasts, squeezing them. The spikes on the
inside drove even further into her flesh as new tears flowed behind Jennifer's
eye covers. "Tonight will be fun. We'll pierce you as a slave, maybe even brand
you."

Despite the the clenching of her heart with fear, she couldn't help but admire
the rubber clad form reflected before her. She looked far more shapely than
ever before. The breast cups helped accentuate her already largish breasts by
banding the base of them, helping them to bulge out further. The corset at her
waist crushed her down so tiny that she looked like she could break in half.
The shiny rubber gleamed in the light, making her legs look longer and sleak.
The ballet shoes forced her leg straight, lengthening her thigh. She felt wet
from seeing herself like this, realizing that despite the horrible concept of
being kept like this forever, she did like the feeling. She had never even
dreamed about becoming a slave for life. It had always been a distant fantasy
and simply ended at a playful period of time and then release. Now, as she
examined the bound and tormented form before her, she had to admit that she
secretly longed for such treatment. But she also knew she was only 18, with a
life of choices and decision ahead of her. She wanted to be free to experience
her adulthood, not bound and forced to submit to her master's every whim. But
she still enjoyed her body now, in the harsh layers of rubber. Even the way her
arms were bound added to the beauty. It looked like she was armless and thus
the lines were undisturbed. John smiled as he realized she was admiring
herself.

"Plenty of time for that later, my pet. We have an entire series of
modifications I plan to make to your lovely body. Much larger breasts, even
smaller waist. But, it's time to get ready for tonight."

Jennifer dutifully followed along as he tugged her away from the mirror. As she
felt her feet being crushed into her shoes, and the skin tight rubber squeezing
every inch of her body, reality came crashing back. She realized that if Sarah
didn't get back soon, she might find herself sold as a slave to some distant
stranger, whom she was certain would never release her. She longed to cry out,
to yell for her friend. But she couldn't. Perhaps when she was rebound she
could explain what had happened to John and he would release her. She could
only hope the gift hadn't gone too far.

________________________________________

Jennifer felt strangely naked. After eight hours in her rubber prison, her body
was now naked except for the blow up dildos and gag still in her mouth. But
even more than her nakedness, her current bondage made her feel even more
exposed. Steel ankle cuffs had been added above her ballet shoes, locking her
feet to the floor a percarious five feet wide. Leaned backwards, her waist was
supported by a padded stanchion. Wrist cuffs were connected to chains and
pulled wide and behind her. The resulting position forced her to bend backward
until she was uncomfortably leaning at a 45 degree angle. To add to the
discomfort, John had put her hair into a ponytail, lacing a leather strap with
into it, then attached the strap to a ring beneath her. Pulling hard, he forced
her head back severely, then tied off the strap. That was two hours ago. She
could hear the sounds of new guests entering the house, clinking glasses and
talking loudly downstairs. Jennifer had long since gotten over her
embarassment, but she could feel a strong sense of humiliation rising as the
footsteps climbed the stairs. 

Earlier in the day, once the rubber suit had been removed, she was led into the
shower stall and chained to the spigot. John had left the gag in place and
ordered Jennifer to shave and wash. After half an hour under the hot spray, she
had managed to complete the job. Hunger had overtaken her and once released,
she had slumped to the floor. John had rebound her arms behind her, then forced
her to suck him off. Despite the humiliating task, Jennifer was eager for the
nourishment. She didn't mind as John held her hair and slammed his cock deep
down her throat until his cum built inside. Once again, though, he came on her
tongue, then forced her to hold it in her mouth for some time before she
swallowed. This, unlike any other thing she had experienced, was the most
humiliating. She hated the taste of cum and John knew it. 

After drying her off, John had brought her back out into the bedroom, forcing
her to her knees in the same spot she had spent the night. Placing spreader
bars between both her ankles and knees, John had then applied a small clamp to
Jennifer's clit. As the teeth bit into her most tender spot, she screamed in
pain. But John continued until her clit was crushed beneath the clamp. A small
chain stretched toward the floor and he pulled until the end hooked onto a
small ring beneath her. Tears streamed from her eyes at this newest torture. As
her eyes began to clear from the pain, she saw John approaching with another
clamp. He quickly applied this one to her septum, turning the screw until she
was certain it would punch a hole.

"After tonight we won't have to use this clamp. We'll put a nice big ring
through your septum, just like a nice little cow." John chuckled as he saw the
terror in his new slave's eyes. Jennifer couldn't imagine such a thing. A ring
in her nose, especially one as large and humiliating as she knew John would
use, would make her look like an animal. She whimpered slightly at the thought
as she watched John continue setting up. He lowered a chain from the ceiling
and attached it to the clamp. Turning the winch, he quickly took away the slack
and began hauling Jennifer's head up toward the ceiling with the tug of the
chain. As the strain increased on her nose, she tried to rise and release the
pressure, only to experience the stabbing pain as her clit was stretched
beneath her. She immediately tried to sit down again, only to cry out from the
pain in her nose. Jennifer struggled to find a compromise between the two
tortures finding little relief. Once John could see her clit had been stretched
painfully, he locked off the winch. John could only smile at the sight of his
young slave. As if she were wearing a painful corset, her posture was perfectly
straight, her breasts pushing out from her chest, her head pulled up hard yet
her body still in a kneeling position. Tears continued to stream down her
cheeks as the pain of her predicament overwhelmed her.

Jennifer was delirious from the torture when she suddenly realized she was not
gagged. Now was the chance to tell John it was all a joke, a gift for his
birthday. She tried to focus on her words, but the pain was too intense. Each
time she lost focus, she would either rise too high and yank on her distended
clit or drop down and pull hard on her septum. She tried to talk, though she
wasn't sure what she was saying.

"Master, oh, please, aahhhh, I need to tell you...." But just as she thought
she could say the words, she felt John forcing something into her mouth. A
massive ball gag was jammed between her teeth, locking her jaws wide and
crushing her tongue to the bottom of her mouth.

"No need to speak, my slave," John cooed as he pulled the strap tight and
locked it in position. "I know you are devoted to me. This is only a taste of
the pain you will experience in the future. But you have to learn never to
speak without permission." With that a set of rubber strands connected to a
viscious whip fell on her exposed breasts. Jennifer had never felt such pain as
her chest exploded in pain. She could just see John out of the corner of her
eye as he swung again. His strokes were hard, using his strength to swing the
whip hard. Jennifer subconsciously tried to move away from the blows, but she
quickly found the pain in her clit and nose again. New tears poured from her
eyes as she wailed behind the large gag. John soon switched his aim, striking
Jennifer's exposed and stretched clit with the tips of the rubber whip. A wave
of pain enveloped her and she lost consciousness. 

________________________________________

Jennifer could hear the door swing open and an unknown number of people quickly
surrounding her. She hoped that one of them was Sarah and that she would have
the chance to ask her friend to end this nightmare. Without her, Jennifer was
certain John would keep her permanently in bondage despite any pleadings she
might offer. 

She jumped in her bonds as hands began running across her body, touching her
breasts, stomach, legs and face. She could feel the blood rush into her face as
her humiliation increased with each stranger's touch. But the caresses quickly
stopped as John began to speak.

"Thank you for joining us tonight. As you can see, my former girlfriend has
given herself to me as a permanent slave. Tonight I will mark her with heavy
piercings as is customary for a punishment slave. She will wear rings in her
septum, tongue, nipples and clit." Jennifer could feel a layer of sweat cover
her body as she heard his words. The idea of having her body pierced without
her permission was beyond her ability to comprehend. She had no idea what a
punishment slave was, but she was sure it wouldn't be fun. A guest seemed to
ponder the same thought.

"So you don't intend to use her as a sex slave?"

"I do intend to use her for prostitution as a form of income, but I want to
explore and expand her pain thresholds," John responded. "You see, as my
girlfriend, she was rather prudish. I am convinced that this was simply a cover
for a true masochist. I will employ every method I can devise to bring out
these tendancies, including body modification, sensory deprivation, breast
torture and more. But now we must get on to the evening, I have a big surprise
for you all later." With that the crowd applauded. Jennifer had broken out into
a cold sweat at hearing the forms of torture, discipline and humiliation she
would endure. If only she could twist enough to see Sarah. She was certain she
must be in the crowd, laughing at Jennifer's fear. But her head had been pulled
back severely, limiting her view to the opposite end of the large bedroom. All
she could see was darkness. 

As a tray covered with various steel tools was rolled up, John leaned into
Jennifer, whispering in her ear.

"This is it, my slave. Once we pierce you with these permanent rings, you will
be a slave forever. I hope you truly do enjoy pain because I'm going to immerse
you in it!" His hands caressed her tear stained face. For a moment, Jennifer
hoped to see a trace of mercy in her former boyfriend's eyes. Instead, she felt
a cruel yank as John tightened her hair strap even further, forcing her head
back at an even more severe angle.

Jennifer could feel cool metal sliding against her breast. With no warning, a
sharp pain rushed through her chest. She tried to scream but the gag was
effective. Her struggles went on unnoticed as the chains that held her in place
gave no slack. Jennifer couldn't believe this was happening to her. Even if she
could get away now, she would have a permanent ring in her nipple. Then
suddenly, another sharp pain cut through her left breast and she knew she would
soon have a second ring. She begged for Sarah to come and save her, to appear
out of the gloom of this horrible crowd and stop her slide into forced slavery.
Instead, she could feel the rings being fed through the new holes in her
nipples, and the sudden heat of the soldering iron as the ends were forever
melded. A bright light turned on over her, highlighting the new piercings and
the crowd applauded. But Jennifer knew it wasn't over. She could still feel the
tools on her breasts and the new pain through the heart of her nipple came as
no surprise. More humiliating than single rings would be rods forced through
the middle of her nipple. Together, the new jewelry would force her nipples to
stay hard. She was both angry and frightened. Sarah should have stopped this by
now. This type of permanent modification was not part of the deal. She should
know that. Instead, her friend, where ever she was, had let this go on. 

Jennifer could feel the hands moving lower and she knew her clit would soon be
pierced as well. The bright light refocused and she opened her eyes. Now the
distant room was less dark, the spill of the bright light bouncing into the
huge bedroom. Despite the tears in her eyes, Jennifer could just make out
something in the distance. Her head upside down due to its strained position,
took a moment to pick out the shape. Her eyes grew wide with terror and she
again tried to struggle, this time finding slack in the hard steel holding her.
At the opposite end of the room, barely visible except for the traces of light
reaching in, was Sarah. Completely naked, she had been chained spread eagle in
mid air. Her head was slumped forward in defeat, her blonde hair in tangles.
Her body was a crisscross of angry red welts. She had received an extensive
whipping across her body making it difficult to find a single unmarred space on
her usually pristine skin. Jennifer wailed behind her gag. No wonder her friend
had been unable to release her! And finally the weight of the situation came
falling down on her. As she began to lose consciousness, the last thought
through her mind was the words of her new master, "...life time slave."

________________________________________

Jennifer had been a slave for three years now, she figured, though the amount
of pain and torture she had experienced could easily last 10 years. John had
lived up to his word, tasking her every moment and exploring her most wild
nightmares. She had lost track of every torture she had been put through,
though some stuck out in her mind. She had spent several days strapped to the
bottom of a coffin, buried alive with hundreds of rats teaming around her. Her
breasts had been augmented with a combination of hormones and painful saline
injections until her previously largish breasts, at 36D, had grown to a massive
44D. In contrast, her waist had been trained with constant corsetry until she
had been reduced to a permanent 16 inches. She could no longer live without a
corset and her master found new and more painful version to try out. Her feet
had been forever modified to wear ballet shoes and they had not left her feet
for any significant time over the past three years. John insisted she accompany
him to many parties and gatherings, causing not only pain for his slave but
also humiliation. The hair beneath her neck had been permanently removed, the
only decoration other than her corset was her many piercings. Her arms had been
trained to fold into a reverse prayer, her wrists meeting her wide collar and
her elbows touching, until she no longer experienced any other form of arm
bondage. Her master took every opportunity to humiliate her. Often the parties
they attended, though slavery or fetish oriented, required attendees to wear
formal attire. But John insisted that Jennifer come naked, led by a leash
connected to her nose chain. She would be fed like a dog at John's feet, her
arms still bound in their reverse prayer, her body gleaming from the permanent
rings. 

Jennifer had long since stopped wondering what had happened to Sarah. A year
into her slavery, John had shown her a picture to heighten her feeling of
helplessness. It showed Sarah in some far off land, naked except for similar
rings, harnessed to a carriage. Her body was covered with lash marks from her
arab owner as he encouraged her to pull him across the hot desert. Jennifer
could see small chains connecting Sarah's nipple rings to her nose ring,
forcing her head down and making it even more difficult to pull. For a moment
Jennifer admired the beauty of her friend's body. Her long, supple legs were
highlighted by a similar set of ballet shoes, her large breasts standing out
from her lean figure. She couldn't help but think back to her times of freedom.
With that, new tears began to flow and John smiled, closing the door to
Jennifer's small steel cage and leaving her in heavy chains for the night.

The End

As usual, comments always welcome at Thndrshark@aol.com
Also, visit my webpage at www.gwenmedia.com/thndrshark.htm

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