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Subject: {ASSM} Jenna - chapter one (M+F, semi-cons. BDSM, torture)
Date: Tue, 14 Aug 2001 15:10:01 -0400
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Jenna (M+F, semi-cons. BDSM, torture)
by e. wolf

Standard disclaimers apply. If it's illegal for you to be reading
this, go away. This is a work of fiction: the author does not condone
any kind of non-consensual activity etc. etc.

Chapter One

"Mmm, you're so sweet." Jay sat on the bed beside the prone girl,
running the tips of his fingers over the small of her back. "You look
so pretty like that, all stretched out for me. Mmm, just for me."
Jenna looked back at him, her cheek pressed against the mattress, her
makeup smeared slightly, her eyes wide, nervous.
"I'm scared," she whispered, her voice a little hoarse.
"It's okay. I won't let anything bad happen to you," he promised.
"Here, sit up a little." And he helped her rise to her elbows, holding
the cup up to her lips for her to drink. He laughed softly as the
whiskey dribbled down her chin, and stroked her hair as she coughed.
"That's okay. Good girl." And he kissed her softly on the temple,
feeling the smooth skin of her face against his lips. She was
reassured by his touch, and lay back down again. His fingers moved up
to her shoulder blades, caressing gently, almost tickling the girl's
naked back.
He'd brought Jenna home a month and a half ago after a party at a
friend's place, and she'd fallen hard for him. She was a virgin, she'd
told him, and planned to stay that way, but she'd suck his cock for
him if he wanted. Well, it wasn't much of a blow job, to be honest,
but he'd gotten her number and called her anyway. Within a week she
was telling him she loved him, and by the time three weeks had passed
she'd given up her cherry with scarcely a protest.
Tonight was different, though . . . he'd been getting bored with
Jenna, even tried to break up with her, but she'd flipped out,
begging, pleading. "I love you, I'm sorry, I'll do anything, please."
He'd felt almost sorry for the kid, but straight fucking wasn't really
his scene. The novelty of fucking a virgin was wearing off, and he was
looking for something a little stronger. Hell, a lot stronger.
So here she was, spread-eagled on his bed, her soft young flesh
covered in a sea of nervous goose bumps, her mascara running a little
with nervous tears, trembling at his touch.
"It's time," he whispered, and kissed her gently on the cheek. She
nodded acceptance, chewing on her lower lip nervously to keep from
crying. She closed her eyes tightly, but there was no need, as the
blindfold he fastened over her was made of thick leather that
completely darkened her world.
Jenna could hear him moving around the room, opening drawers, moving
objects, and she resisted the urge to call out to him, ask him what he
was doing. She knew what he wanted.
They'd been laying on the couch together, wrapped in a blanket, and
he'd told her he couldn't see her anymore. It wasn't fair to either of
them, he'd said, to stay in a relationship with someone who couldn't
give him what he wanted.
"What do you want?" she'd finally said, after a good ten minutes of
sobbing. "I'll do whatever you want."
He'd kissed her then, and held her close, whispering so she could feel
his lips against her ear: "I want to hurt you."
Now she lay in darkness, listening to him as he approached. She
thought she might feel the whip first, or the riding crop he'd showed
her earlier, but the first thing that came down across her ass cheeks
was his bare hand. Hard.
Jenna whimpered, tears jerking from her eyes, although in truth it
wasn't initially as bad as she'd expected. But as his hand came down
again and again, the flesh of her ass and upper thighs jiggling with
each intensifying slap, it soon felt like her entire backside was on
fire.
After twenty or thirty slaps, Jay stood and looked at his girl. Not
his `slave,' not yet, but soon she would be. Soon she would beg him
for pain, and the pleasure that came with it.
Her ass was nicely reddened after the spanking, but he wanted more. He
wanted her screaming in agony, not the pathetic little whimpers she
was emitting now. He began to knead her ass cheeks roughly, spreading
them apart with his fingers, hearing her grunt and moan as he squeezed
her soft, tender globes. When he was satisfied she'd sufficiently
recovered from the spanking, he turned away for a second to retrieve
the next article he wanted to use on her. She couldn't see it, of
course, but had he removed the blindfold she would have reacted with
terror to the object in his hand. It was a simple ping-pong paddle,
but with holes drilled through it to cut down on the wind resistance,
it felt like the sting of a hundred bees across Jenna's ass. She cried
out loudly after the first blow, and by the time he'd reached the
count of twenty, she was squalling nicely. She didn't dare roll over
or try to avoid the paddle, though--he'd already warned her that she
was welcome to leave at any time during this first session. And she
was far too hung up on him to be going anywhere.
"Mmm, I like that a lot," Jay said, and sat on the bed beside her. 
He took off the blindfold then, and rolled her over on her back. She
was sobbing quietly, but managed a tentative smile when he put his
hands behind her knees, bending her legs up to expose her pussy.
"You're all wet," he said softly, rubbing her damp slit with his index
finger. "Did Jay's little slut like her spanking?"
Jenna's chin quivered as she nodded slightly.
"Y-yes," she stammered.
"You're lying," he said quietly. "But that's okay. You'll get used to
it . . . and then you'll love it."
And with that he plunged his cock into her waiting hole, and fucked
her passionately.

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