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Subject: {ASSM} Jenna - chapter Five - (M+FM, semi-cons, BDSM, torture)
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Jenna (M+F, semi-cons. BDSM, torture)
by e. wolf

chapter five

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 she awoke, Jenna wasn't quite sure where she was. Her mouth was
propped wide open with a ball gag that stretched her jaw painfully.
She was laying on her stomach on Jay's bed with her ankles spread
wide. Her cunt felt freshly scrubbed, and she realized her hair had
been washed recently. She wondered how long she'd been asleep--and what
had been done to her while she'd been out.
But what really hurt right now was her arms. She realized they'd been
cinched together behind her at the elbows, and as she moved to change
position a jolt of agony tore through her shoulders.
"UNNNNNGH!" she moaned loudly.
 From the next room, she could hear voices, and realized that the one
approaching belonged to Master Thomas. Her entire body stiffened with
fear as he approached. She heard him opening the door and walking over
to the bed.
"All right, slut," he said gruffly. "You've had enough sleep. Get up."
He grabbed her by the collar and dragged her off the bed to the floor.
Then he seized a handful of her hair and dragged her awkwardly to her
feet.
Jenna tried to form words around the gag, which earned her a slap
across the face from Master Thomas.
"Shut up, Worthless," he said. "Let's go; we're not done with you
yet."
He marched her back across the hall into the dungeon, no mean feat
with the spreader bar between her ankles. The other men were already
waiting. Jay had his hands on a stainless steel brace hanging down
from a winch in the ceiling. Its purpose for Jenna was painfully
obvious at first glance. It consisted of a long steel bar screwed into
a mount on the ceiling. At the end of the mount were a pair of thick
metal rings lined with sharp teeth. She grunted and stiffened her legs
in a futile effort to resist being pushed toward the brace, but Master
Thomas simply lifted her off the ground by the arms and carried her
over to it. Without pausing or slowing down he shoved her breasts
straight into the waiting circles and clamped them tightly shut,
squeezing her tits painfully into the pointed teeth. They weren't so
sharp as to pierce the skin right away, but rather they dug in
painfully in every direction, so that with every movement it felt her
breasts were being torn off.
"Take the gag out," Jay barked, his voice commanding in a way she'd
never heard before.
"Yes, Master," said a new voice. Jenna gasped in shock as she saw who
belonged to it. She'd known Robbie for years--since her first year of
college. It had been Robbie's party where she'd met Jay . . . had that
only been a few weeks ago? It seemed to Jenna that she'd been chained
in Jay's apartment for days, months, an eternity.
And now here was Robbie, crawling around on the dungeon floor wearing
a collar not unlike her own. He stood, hunched over, to remove Jenna's
gag. She tried to meet his eyes, baffled at his appearance. There was
a strange device around his cock, like a tiny cage with a strap that
buckled around his waist and cinched his balls tightly. She realized
that with his cock completely encased in the small cage, it would be
incredibly painful for Robbie to get an erection. She wondered how
long he'd been wearing the device.
"Worthless, I believe you've already met Master Thomas's slave
Suckhole. We thought we'd play with both of you for a while."
Master Davis wandered up behind Jenna and ran his hands up and down
her body slowly, sensually. He squeezed her nipples until they were
hard.
"These'll look really nice when we get them pierced, Worthless,"
Master Davis said. Jenna moaned, defeated.

Jenna knelt over a heavy block of wood that resembled a cutting board.
She could feel the rough wood biting into her skin, and she tugged
helplessly at the restraints that held her spread-eagle. As she'd hung
with her breasts in the metal clamps Jay had explained what was going
to happen next, and now she was quaking in terror.
"Master Thomas doesn't think you've suffered enough today, Worthless,"
he'd said with a smile. "So we're going to fix that. First we're going
to nail your tits to a board, and then we're going to nail the board
to the wall. Then we're going to let Suckhole whip your ass until it
bleeds. How does that sound, my little slut?"
Jenna hadn't replied with words, just let out a mournful wail of
protest that made Master Davis laugh cruelly.
"That's the sound I like to hear," he'd said, and led her by the
collar over to the cutting board. The three men--it was hard for her to
think of Robbie as a man, all trussed up the way he was and kneeling
in the corner with a leash around his neck--were standing around her,
laughing and making jokes.
"Look at this. She's so scared she's shaking." Master Thomas said, his
voice full of phony sympathy. "Better not shake while we're nailing
your titties, Worthless. We might just rip off one of those pretty
nipples of yours. And we wouldn't want that, would we, slut?"
Jenna was nearly hyperventilating with fear, which seemed to be making
Master Davis very horny. He stood in front of her, his cock bulging in
his jeans, a wry smile playing about his lips. He was the one holding
the hammer, which filled Jenna with a mixture of fear and mild relief.
Master Davis seemed to enjoy seeing her suffer just as much as the
other two, but somehow he seemed less cruel . . . and the way he'd
made her cum earlier made her think perhaps he didn't hate her as much
as the other two seemed to. She wondered what had happened to these
men to make them want to hurt and humiliate others in this way.
"I think we should wait until the slut is ready to beg for her
treatment," suggested Master Jay. "I'd hate to think we were give her
all this lovely pain and not have her be grateful."
"That's a good idea." Master Davis knelt down in front of Jenna and
stroked her nipples until they were hard. "Tell me, Worthless, what
would you like us to do to you now?"
"I--please. Worthless wants to go home. Please, can we stop this now?"
she whimpered. "I've had enough."
"Enough?" Master Jay's voice was shrill. "Bitch, we're only just
getting started. I think we're going to have to increase the penalty
for that little outburst."
"I agree," said Master Thomas. "I say for that gets an extra ten
lashes with the whip."
An extra ten? Jenna wondered what that meant, since they hadn't even
told her how many lashes she was getting in the first place. She
looked at the men standing between her and the door and quivered,
realizing how helpless she really was. They could beat her, disfigure
her, kill her if they wanted, and all she could do was kneel here like
an animal and ask them to do it.
Her voice was barely audible as she whispered, "Please, Master Davis,
nail my tits to the board."
He gripped her nipples hard, digging his fingernails in with a
meaningful stare at the kneeling girl.
"Nail what?" he echoed.
"My--Your tits. Please nail them to the board, Master," she managed a
little louder.
"What a good idea!" Master Davis exclaimed as if she'd just come up
with it on her own. "And what should we do then, slut?"
"Please--let Suckhole whip Worthless's ass. Whip it until it bleeds,
Sir."
"Hmm, another stellar idea. How many lashes do you think we should let
Suckhole give you, Worthless?"
Jenna thought that over for a second. Whatever she said, they were
going to add at least another ten lashes to it. How many lashes could
she take? She'd never been whipped before, much less with her breasts
nailed to the wall--what kind of whip were they going to use? More
importantly, what kind of damage was it going to do to her? She didn't
even want to imagine what the nails were going to do to her breasts.
They hadn't fully recovered from the pins Master Jay had stuck in them
the other night, let alone the sandpaper bra and the metal clamps.
And now she was expected to suggest to Master Davis the extent of her
torment.
"Ten lashes?" she ventured.
"Ten lashes. That's a little conservative, but it's a start," he said.
"And don't forget those extra ten lashes. So that makes twenty all
together. Let's get started, shall we, Worthless? Let's see if you can
ask me properly this time."
"Yes, Sir," Jenna whimpered.	"Please nail your slut's Worthless tits
to the board."
"Very nicely put, Worthless," Master Davis said, and produced a box of
long, thin nails. "These won't make too big a hole--as long as you
don't struggle," he said. He leaned over to kiss Jenna and gave her a
wink. "You can scream as loud as you like here, darling. It makes me
really horny."
Jenna sobbed pitifully as Master Davis embedded the point of the first
nail into the sensitive flesh of her left breast, just beside the
nipple. She knew there was no mercy forthcoming, so there was no point
in begging for any. The best she could do was to beg for the
punishment they were planning to give her anyway, and hope it wouldn't
be too severe.
Her sobbing turned to a shriek as the hammer came smashing down
against the nail, which was through the meat of her breast and into
the wood in two agonizing blows from the hammer. Master Davis stopped
after the first nail to admire his handiwork, tugging at her nipple to
make sure the flesh wouldn't easily pull free.
"Very nice, don't you think?" he said with a grin. "What do you say,
Worthless?"
He clearly expected something from her, looking her in the eye with
raised eyebrows. What did he want her to say?
"Thank you, Master Davis," she said with a sob.
"Thank you for what, Worthless?"
"Thank you for . . . the nail?"
"Very good. Does it hurt, Worthless?"
"Yes, Master."
"On a scale of one to ten, how bad is the pain?"
"It's an eight, Sir."
Then he set to work with another nail on the other side of her nipple,
and another two on the outside of her breast. Jenna thanked him after
each one, though she grew dizzy with the pain. She noticed he didn't
drive any nails directly through her nipple, and wondered whether that
was out of compassion for her or because they planned to do something
else . . . something worse . . . to her nipples.
When she was finished Master Thomas grabbed her by the back of the
collar and hauled her to her feet. Jenna struggled to stand with the
board dragging at the nails in her breasts. Her newly-heavy teats hung
painfully and swayed with the weight as Master Thomas steered her
toward the wall.
"You think that hurt?" he said viciously, and without warning or
ceremony he turned the board upright so it was parallel to the wall.
If the pain of the nails had rated eight out of ten earlier, it
instantly shot up the charts to about fifteen out of ten. Master
Thomas took the hammer and nails from Master Davis and within about
ten seconds he had the board, with Jenna's breasts in tow, firmly
attached to the wall.
Jenna heard an inhuman voice filling the room, a howling beyond pain.
It was a full minute before she realized the voice was her own. As the
initial anguish of her situation subsided, Jenna struggled to catch
her breath. It hurt her terribly to breathe deeply, as each heave of
her chest tugged at the nails. Rivulets of blood ran down the
undersides of her breasts as she did her best to hold still. She could
hear movement behind her, and from the corner of her eye she could see
Robbie--`Suckhole'--moving from his place in the corner.
"Master Thomas," she heard him say, his voice a diminutive whine,
"please may your slave whip this slut's ass?"
Jenna cringed to hear her so-called friend speaking about her like she
was an object--like she wasn't even in the room! What was Robbie:
sweet, shy Robbie, doing playing with whips and chains?
She didn't have much more time to consider that idea, though, because
she suddenly Master Thomas close beside her, his breath hot on her
neck.
"You'll count off every lash," he whispered. "And say `thank you' in
between. Otherwise we start over at one. Understand, Worthless?"
"Y-yes, Master Thomas," Jenna gasped.
The first cut of the whip wasn't so bad, she thought. It came down
across the back of her thighs and she balled her hands into fists,
digging her fingernails deep into her palms to distract herself from
the movement of her body tearing at her breasts.
"Aaaaahh!" she moaned. "One . . . thank you, Sir."
"Thank you for what?" prompted Master Davis.
"Thank you for letting Suckhole whip me," she gasped.
"Very good." she heard him laughing. "Jay, you picked a fast learner.
She'll be a good little slut in no time at all."
"Yeah, she's not bad," Jay agreed. "I wasn't sure at first, but she
seems to be turning out all right."
Jenna found herself strangely distracted by that comment. She wasn't
sure whether to be shocked and horrified or flattered and encouraged.
She'd never particularly aspired to be a `good little slut,' but these
three men seemed to think it was her role in life.
Again, though, her train of thought was interrupted by the whip coming
down across her backside.
"Two . . . thank you, Masters, for letting Suckhole . . . OW! Three!"
And so it went. Each blow of the whip left a fierce red welt across
Jenna's backside, but she found as long as she leaned into the wall
slightly, she could prevent herself from recoiling too much and
causing herself added distress. Still, by the time Robbie had finished
whipping her, she feared her breasts were going to be ripped to
shreds.
When he'd reached fifteen, Jenna began to feel dizzy from the pain,
her mind a blur.
"Ohhh, sixteen, thank you Masters . . . Uhhhhhh! Seventeen, thank you
Masters." Her voice was too raw to scream any more, her ass and thighs
on fire, her breasts bleeding copiously.
At twenty, she barely managed to croak out the number before the world
began to spin faster and faster. `Mustn't fall backward,' she told
herself. But she needn't have worried--at least not about that. Master
Thomas stepped forward as soon as the last blow had fallen and used
the claw end of the hammer to rip the board from the wall.
Jenna collapsed to the floor in a mass of pain, and the world went
black.

She awoke countless hours later, strapped to Jay's bed with wide black
nylon straps. Robbie was there, mopping her face with a wet facecloth.
"Hey, Jenna," he said softly.
"Robbie, what's going on?" she croaked. "How could you let them do
that to you? How could you do that to ME? I thought we were friends!"
"I'm sorry, Jenna. When you asked about Jay at the party I thought
about telling you what he was about, but I thought I'd just let you
find out for yourself. But he must have given you a chance to back out
if this isn't what you wanted."
"He did . . . I don't know, I just never thought it would get this
far."
"It'll probably go a lot further than this, Jenna. It's a good thing
Master Thomas is a doctor. Otherwise your tits would be a real mess."
"T-that monster is a DOCTOR?"
"Yeah. He fixed you up pretty good."
Jenna strained to lift her head, which was difficult because of the
strap running across her shoulders. Her breasts had been wrapped in
soft white bandages, the wounds on her back dressed.
"What day is it?" she murmured.
"It's Sunday. You missed most of Saturday. Master Thomas had you
sedated. He said he wanted you rested up for today."
Jenna's heart sank. She'd thought, just for a moment, that they might
have decided they'd done enough damage to her body yesterday. But here
it seemed there was something more in store for her.
"What's happening today?" she whimpered.
"I'm not sure," he told her. "But it's going to be intense. They're
already in there setting everything up. I think it's going to be
pretty bad for both of us."

Okay, this is as far as i've gotten. any comments, suggestions for
further installments etc. are welcome. i always enjoy hearing what you
think of my stories!

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