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Subject: {ASSM} Jenna - Chapter Three (M+F semi-cons. BDSM, torture)
Date: Tue, 14 Aug 2001 16:10:02 -0400
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Jenna (M+F, semi-cons. BDSM, torture)
by e. wolf

Chapter Three

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.

When Jenna arrived the next night she was five minutes early, and in
obvious pain. Jay grinned as he reached to take her in his arms,
pressing her tightly against his chest until she whimpered.
"How are you feeling, slut?" he said, his tone light.
"It hurts," she said, her voice breaking.
"That's good. It's supposed to hurt. I like it when my little bitch is
in pain." He leaned down to kiss her deeply, and despite her pain she
responded.
"That's nice," he said as he broke the kiss. "Now take off your
clothes. As of tonight, you are never to wear clothing in this
apartment again, unless it's clothing I put on you myself.
Understand?"
Jenna looked puzzled.
"Yes, but . . . I have to show up with clothes on. Can't I just
undress when I get here?"
"No. You can undress in the hall."
"B-but what if someone sees me?"
"Then they'll know what a little slut you are," Jay told her. "Now
strip."
Gingerly Jenna stepped out of her skirt and pantyhose, then unbuttoned
her sweater and blouse and let them drop to the floor. It had been
casual Friday at work, but she'd wanted to wear this particular
cardigan sweater because it was a little baggy and disguised the
unusual shape in her figure. She stood there in her undergarments, and
Jay could see she was trying to get up enough nerve to take off the
bra he'd designed especially for her. From the outside it looked like
an ordinary beige cotton bra, if perhaps a size or two small for
Jenna's breasts. But inside was a layer of coarse sandpaper that had
been causing her agony since shortly after she put it on that morning.
As she pulled it off Jay could see that the flesh her tits was raw and
bleeding, covered in nasty-looking scrapes that resembled `road rash.'
She'd been aggravating them with every movement, every time she turned
or changed position or reached for something all day.
"Mmm, that's nice," Jay said, and reached out to squeeze her sore
globes. "I like it when your tits are all marked up for me." And he
sucked one raw nipple into his mouth, grazing it with his teeth until
the girl moaned in pain. He tongued it, sucking more and more of her
tit into his mouth, running his hands down her body to her ass.
Despite the pain, Jenna moaned in pleasure as he slid his fingers
between her legs and found her clit. But the moan turned to a squeal a
second later as he caught her slippery little bud firmly between his
thumbnail and forefinger, squeezing tight.
"OW! Oohh, let GO of me! Stop, it HURRRTS!"
Jay laughed.
"It's supposed to hurt, my darling." And he used his firm grip on her
most sensitive part to drag her toward the bathroom. Jenna whimpered
as he let go of her, standing with her hands balled in fists by her
sides, staring at her raw, discoloured tits in the full-length mirror.
"Y-you're sick," she managed.
"You're the one who keeps coming back," he countered. He slapped her
hard across the face. "Get down on your knees," he told her. "I never
said you could stand." And he reached into a drawer on the vanity to
produce a leather dog collar with spikes all around it.
"What's that for?" Jenna stammered, although she already had a good
idea.
"If you're going to be any kind of slave at all, you've got to be
collared." And he fastened it tightly around her neck. "If you're not
good," he joked, "I'll have to fasten this with the spikes on the
inside. Now let's go for a little walk, slutpig."
He dragged her back out into the living room, where he flopped down on
the couch. He flipped on the TV and yanked hard on the leash.
"I have a little movie to show you, bitch," he said. He sat her down
on the floor in front of him like a dog and held her head firmly
between his knees so she couldn't turn away. He picked up the remote
control and pressed `play' on the VCR. What Jenna saw made her cringe
and whimper with sudden terror.
On the screen was a young woman about her age, bound and gagged and
tied naked to a low table. Around her were a trio of men, fully
clothed, leaning over her, pinching and tweaking various parts of her
body as she writhed nervously on the table. One of the men was holding
a long skewer. Without a word he leaned over and gripped her nipple
between two fingernails. He stretched it upward and drove the skewer
through her breast. The girl howled in pain.
"Don't thrash around too much, baby," one of the men said. "We
wouldn't want to tear your pretty little titties."
Jenna realized with terror and astonishment that the man with the
skewer was Jay.
"W-who is that girl?" she managed.
"She's you," Jay told her with a grin. "In about two hours. I've got
some friends coming over, and we're gonna play a little bit."
Jenna shook her head vigorously and tried to pull away. Jay held
tightly to the leash and gave it a yank, making Jenna choke as it
tightened around her throat.
"No, please!" she managed. "That's not what I wanted!"
Jay ignored her remark, but gave her a rough slap across the side of
the head.
"Look at the tape," he told her.
On the TV, another of the men had pierced the girl's other breast and
was starting to drive long thin needles through the lips of her cunt.
The girl shrieked like a banshee. Another of the men moved offscreen
and came back with a long bullwhip.
"I-I can't watch this anymore," Jenna squealed. "Jay, please, turn it
off!"
Jay pulled her up short by the collar, so hard she couldn't breathe.
"Now listen here, slut," he said coldly. "You address me as `Master,'
understand? I know we're early in your training, but let's get the
rules down right now. You do as I say, and you do it happily. You
wanted to stay in this relationship even after I told you the terms,
and I gave you every opportunity to back out of it. Now, I have
friends coming over in an hour, and you'll treat me and them with the
respect we expect from a slave. Is that clear?"
And he relaxed his grip on the collar a little to allow some air into
the girl's lungs.
"Yes, Master," she croaked reluctantly.
On the TV, the girl was tied tightly to a kind of upright bench that
looked like a modified weight bench. She was in a kneeling position
with her hands tied to supports in front of her. The man with the
bullwhip was whipping her vigorously, leaving deep red welts across
her back. The girl was counting off each stroke, her voice choked with
sobs.
"Four . . . ohhh, owww, it hurrts! Five! Oh, oh, oh! Six!"
Jenna squeezed her eyes tightly shut so she wouldn't have to look at
the TV, but Jay tugged firmly on the leash until she opened them.
"W-what are you going to do to me, Master?" she whispered nervously.
"We're gonna give you some training." He smiled, almost gently. "Stand
up, Jenna. I have a special place for you to sit while you're watching
the movie."
Jay reached behind the couch and produced a strange item that looked
like a length of two-by-four attached to a pair of heavy chains. He
climbed up on a chair and fastened the first of the chains to a hook
in the ceiling. Then he had Jenna straddle the piece of board and
climbed up to hook the other chain to the ceiling.
Jenna found herself standing on tiptoe, the narrow edge of the board
jammed hard against her pubic bone.
"That's called the `horse,' Jenna," Jay told her. "You'll be riding it
a lot in the future. You'll learn to appreciate it in time."
Jenna wriggled uncomfortably on the board, wedging it firmly between
the lips of her cunt. Her sex was pressed tightly against the board as
she teetered on tiptoes, trying not to put her full weight against it.
Jay cuffed her hands behind her back--`so you won't be tempted to use
them,' he said--and headed into another room.
On the TV, the girl was splayed out on her belly on the table, sucking
Jay's cock while one of the other men fucked her roughly in the ass.
Jenna, despite the board or perhaps because of it, felt herself
becoming slightly aroused. After a few minutes, her feet were terribly
cramped from stretching to reach the floor. Gingerly she lifted them
up to try and relieve the cramping, but found her sex suddenly crushed
under the weight of her body.
"Oww! Ohh, ohh, oww, it hurrts!" she called, echoing the moans of the
girl on the tape from a few minutes earlier.
Jay, for his part, had moved into the spare bedroom to prepare a few
things for the evening. Jenna had never been into the spare room--`It's
too messy,' Jay had always said--but now Jenna was starting to realize
why she hadn't been allowed in. She suspected she would see more than
her fill of that room by the time the evening was done.
The girl on the TV was being stretched out on the table face-up again.
Jenna realized in horror that the skewers were still in her breasts,
although they'd been removed from her cunt lips. She wondered how much
it would have hurt to lie face-down with metal skewers in her tits,
and for a moment the thought distracted her from the pain in her cunt.
She thought of her own tits, raw and burning from the sandpaper bra,
and wondered how much more punishment was in store for them before the
night was through.
Her cunt was a mass of raw aching now, crushed between her body and
the narrow board. She howled in pain, her vision obscured with tears.
On the TV the men had lit candles and were dripping hot wax over the
girl's cunt and tits, but Jenna scarcely noticed.
"Jayyy, PLEASE! Please let me dowwwwnnn!" she wailed. Her clit was
aching acutely. She wondered how much pressure it would take before it
burst. She could hear him in the spare room, rattling around, and
shuddered in terror, thinking that the horse was just the beginning of
her agony.
Another twenty minutes passed before Jay emerged from the room, and by
this time Jenna was beyond words. She slumped on the horse, groaning
incoherently. She crumpled to the floor as Jay unhooked the horse from
the ceiling. He uncuffed her hands from behind her and she clutched at
her tortured cunt, pushing the bar away from her lips and sobbing with
pain.
"All right, slut," Jay said harshly after a moment. "Up you get." And
he grabbed her by the hair and hauled her into the other room.

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