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Subject: {ASSM} Jenna - chapter two
Date: Tue, 14 Aug 2001 15:10:03 -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.

The next night Jenna was twenty minutes late to meet him, and by the
time she arrived Jay was starting to wonder whether she was chickening
out.
"I'm sorry I was late," she stammered. "I was . . ."
"Having second thoughts?" he finished.
"Stuck in traffic," she told him.
He nodded. A likely enough story--traffic was a real bitch in this part
of town. But she was still late, and he was not one to tolerate
tardiness.
"Take off your clothes," he said, his voice commanding.
She stripped readily, her hands shaking nervously as item after item
of clothing fell to the floor. When she was naked he grabbed her by
the wrists and dragged her to the bathroom.
"I told you to be here at eight o'clock," he said coldly. "It's nearly
eight-thirty now. You know that's unacceptable."
"I'm sorry. I already said I was sorry," she said, a hint of defiance
in her voice.
Jay grabbed her left nipple and twisted it roughly until she screamed.
"Quiet, slut," he barked. He opened a drawer beside the sink and
produced a pair of handcuffs. In a single motion he chained Jenna to
the shower curtain rod, leaving the naked girl dangling helplessly. He
gave her other nipple a harsh twist before turning on his heels and
leaving the room, Jenna wailing behind him as she dangled by her
wrists.
He came back nearly half an hour later, carrying a duffel bag that
looked awfully heavy.
Jenna had been crying and struggling since he left, her wrists rubbed
raw from the metal cuffs, the metal shower curtain rod scraped where
she'd apparently been trying to rub through it with the chain.
"You keep me waiting, I keep you waiting," he said sternly, reaching
into his bag as he spoke. He produced a pair of heavy black clamps,
the kind used for binding together large stacks of paper. He opened
the first clamp and waved it in front of Jenna's face.
"You agreed to this, remember?" he said. "I'm the Master, you're the
slave. And the first thing you need to learn is respect." And he
snapped the clamp shut abruptly over one of Jenna's nipples. She
squalled in pain and indignant terror. Jay clamped the other clip over
her other nipple before she could recover, then unlocked the handcuffs
and dragged her back to the bedroom.
The next thing Jenna knew, she was chained spread-eagled on Jay's bed,
the clamps still biting firmly into her nipples.
"Jay, I'm sorry I was late," she wailed. "It won't happen again . . .
just please, don't hurt me anymo-mmmmph!"
Jay cut off her pleading by shoving Jenna's underpants into her mouth,
and her blue eyes widened in terror as her final means of
communication was cut off. Jay took a minute to stip off his own
clothes, then went into the bathroom to retrieve the duffel bag he'd
left behind.
He straddled her belly, holding a small tin in his hand. She could
feel his hardening cock tickling her stomach as he twisted the clamps
on her nipples.
"These clamps look so good on you, baby," he told her. "But you know
what would look even better?"
Jenna, of course didn't respond, but began to groan and whimper in
protest as she saw what was in the can Jay was holding. He only smiled
as he pulled the clamps off without opening them, tearing the
sensitive skin of Jenna's nipples a little as he did so. He used his
free hand to slap some colour back into her tits as she whined in pain
and fear.
"I'll let you watch this game," he said. "How about that?"
And she quivered with terror as he produced the first of many long,
sharp sewing pins with bright coloured heads. She felt his cock
growing harder as he slowly inserted the first one into her left tit,
just behind the nipple.
"Ahoooo!" she managed from behind her cotton gag. "MMMMfff!"
"What's that?" he said calmly. "Hurts, does it?" And he grinned,
sticking in a second, then a third pin.
When Jenna's left tit was nicely decorated, he moved to her right one.
Soon her breasts resembled rainbow-coloured porcupines decorated with
tiny red trickles of blood here and there. Jay's cock was hard as a
rock as he pulled out Jenna's gag.
"OWW! What are you doing, you bastard?" she screamed. "You're sick!"
He slapped her hard across the face.
"Look. You knew what you were getting into," he said. "You had every
opportunity to leave last night."
That quieted her, and she cried quietly as he stood up on the bed,
looming over her with his erection raging.
"I think I'll fuck your throat now," he told her, and turned to sit on
her face. Without further warning, he jammed his cock into her mouth
and began to thrust it in and out as she gasped for air. Her view was
obstructed by his ass over the top half of her face, and she struggled
and writhed as Jay began to slap at her pierced tits, driving the pins
farther into her bleeding and abused flesh. After a minute or two he
was out of control, humping her face vigorously, spewing load after
load of salty white jism down Jenna's throat as she whimpered and
fought for air.
When he had finished cumming, Jay wiped his cock on the tortured
girl's face and untied her.
"Get up," he said, his voice raspy from the exertion. He grabbed a
handful of her hair and marched her into the bathroom.
"Take out the pins," he ordered.
Jenna's wounded tits leaked little rivers of blood as she stood before
the mirror, her chest heaving with sobs as she pried pin after pin out
of her flesh.
"I hate you," she whimpered, placing another bloodstained pin in a
heap on the bathroom vanity.
"That's fine," Jay told her. "You're the one who wanted to come
tonight." And he produced a tube of antibiotic ointment, rubbing it
liberally but dispassionately on Jenna's mounds.
After the girl had dressed, Jay escorted her to the door, where he
produced an elaborately wrapped gift.
"You don't have to come tomorrow night," he said. "But if you do,
there are some rules. First of all: be on time or you'll be punished.
You'll think tonight was just a tickle if you're even half a minute
late. And second: you have to wear these all day at work tomorrow."
Jenna left without another word, but she took the package with her.
Jay settled down for the night in front of the television. She had
taken the package. He had no worries that the girl would come back.

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