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Subject: {ASSM} Jenna - chapter four - (M+F, semi cons. BDSM, Torture)
Date: Tue, 14 Aug 2001 21:10:04 -0400
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Jenna (M+F, semi-cons. BDSM, torture)
by e. wolf

Chapter Four

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.

Jenna's eyes widened as she took in the contents of Jay's private
dungeon. It was filled with terrifying-looking implements of
torture--whips, clamps, chains, dildoes--and countless other items Jenna
couldn't even imagine a use for. Jay didn't give her the time to
reflect on the layout of the room, though. Instead he dragged her to a
rough wooden stocks along the wall and shoved her down into it. He
locked her arms and head in place, then grabbed her ankles and clamped
them into a spreader bar that forced her legs uncomfortably far apart.
Her weight was resting on her wrists and toes as she felt him
spreading her ass cheeks wide apart.
"Jay? Sir? Master? What are you doing to me now?" she wondered in a
small voice. Jay's hand came down hard across her ass in response.
"That's the second time you've called me Jay after I ordered you not
to," he said. "I was prepared to let you get away with it the first
time, but now I'll have to punish you for both."
Jenna's breath was shallow with fear as Jay tugged at her aching cunt
lips. He grabbed a pair of needlenose pliers from the wall and showed
them to Jenna. She shuddered and sobbed, shaking her head vigorously,
trying in vain to pull free from the stocks.
Just then the doorbell rang and for an instant Jenna felt a surge of
relief. Then she remembered the video, and realized her situation was
only going to get worse, not better.
"Just a minute, slut," he told her. "I'll be right back with some
help."
Jenna heard Jay slam the dungeon door behind him and sobbed harder,
wishing she'd never come here. From the hallway outside she heard
voices and laughter as Jay escorted his friends into the apartment.
"So this is your little virgin slut," she heard one man say as he
opened the door of the room. He laughed. "That cunt sure is red."
"She's been on the horse for forty-five minutes," Jay told him. "I was
just about to punish her for not addressing me properly."
"Sounds like fun," said another voice. "Can we watch?"
"Hell, you can help," Jay said with a grin. "Why don't you guys
introduce yourselves to the little bitch?"
One of the men circled around to the front of the stocks and crouched
down by Jenna's head. He stroked her hair gently, brushed a lock out
of her eyes.
"Hello, darling," he said quietly, his voice almost a whisper. Jenna
drew in a sharp breath. This was the most gorgeous man she'd ever
seen, smouldering blue eyes and jet-black hair that fell over his eyes
like a movie star. And here he was, kneeling by her head at perhaps
the most humiliating moment in her life.
"H-hello," Jenna managed to whisper back.
"How you doing, sweetheart?" the man continued. "You look like you're
having a rough night. What's your name?"
"It's J-jenna," she stammered.
"Jenna," he echoed. He leaned in close to give her a slow, passionate
kiss, and to her shame Jenna felt herself reciprocating. She heard
laughter from the other men in the room . . . at least two of them,
although she couldn't see anyone from where she was chained.
When the kiss broke, the man cupped his hand under her chin and
examined her face carefully.
"I think we need a new name for you, little Jenna," he said, his voice
still sultry, seductive. "How about `Worthless'? That seems
appropriate."
Jenna was taken aback. Tears welled in her eyes as the other men
laughed and agreed.
"Worthless. That's good. I like that." That was Jay's voice. "Now, if
we can get back to business, little Worthless here was on the verge of
being punished. I thought we'd see how far we can stretch her cunt
lips."
The beautiful man with the icy blue eyes was still kneeling by Jenna's
face.
"Just in case you're wondering, Worthless, you can scream as loud as
you want to in here," he said. "This room is fully soundproofed. But
screaming is all that's allowed. Talking of any kind while you're
being punished is considered another punishable offense. Do you
understand?"
"You may answer the question, Worthless," Jay said.
"Y-yes. I understand," Jenna managed, choking back a sob.
The blue-eyed man suddenly gripped her hair and slapped her hard
across the face.
"What was that?" he barked, the gentleness gone from his voice.
"B-but he said I could answer," she gasped, truly baffled.
"The correct answer was `Yes, Master, Worthless understands,'" he told
her harshly. "Slaves do not use `I' or `me.' You do not say `this is
my body.' You say `this is Master Jay's body. Or Master Thomas's. I am
Master Davis. Do you understand?"
"Y-yes, Master Davis. W-w-worthless understands," Jenna sobbed
brokenly.
"Excellent." And he stroked the burning handprint on her cheek,
covering it with a kiss. "You'll learn, my worthless little slut. And
then what fun we'll have."
Jenna's body shuddered as she bawled with terror and humiliation. How
easy it would have been for her to walk away at any time before this.
Now, here she was, trapped in this place with three strange, sadistic
men who denied her even her own name.
She was so preoccupied with her shame and horror at her situation that
she didn't even notice Jay's hand probing between her legs. His
fingers tugged at her labia, gently at first, then roughly as he
twisted them between his thumbs and forefingers.
Then suddenly she froze. There was something clamped on each of her
cunt lips--two pairs of needlenose pliers, although there was no way of
her knowing that. Jay held one pair tightly closed, while the unseen
Master Thomas held the other. Master Davis sat by her head, a sly
smile on his full, beautiful lips as he watched his two friends begin
to twist Jenna's tender inner labia in opposite directions.
"Remember. Screaming is allowed, talking is not. Understand,
Worthless?"
"Y-yes, M-m-mast--"
That was as far as she got before Jenna's voice broke into a piercing
wail. Her cunt lips, already sore and bruised from their treatment on
the horse earlier in the evening, were suddenly being tortured beyond
her worst nightmares. She howled and screeched as the two men pulled,
pried and twisted her lips to their limits and beyond. Jenna thought
surely the skin must be tearing, the rough grips of the pliers rubbing
her flesh raw.
The punishment went on interminably. Finally, after an age--it was
really only about ten minutes but to Jenna it felt like forever--the
men released their grip on her burning lips and moved away.
"There." Jay circled around to crouch by Jenna's head. She struggled
to focus her eyes on his face, still blinded by the pain. "I hope
you've learned your lesson, Worthless."
Jenna managed to nod.
"Yes, Master Jay. Worthless has learned her lesson." She was amazed at
the words from her own mouth.
"And what lesson is that, slut?"
"Worthless knows how to address Master Jay now," she said hoarsely.
"Good girl." And he leaned forward to kiss her on the mouth. She
moaned as his teeth dug roughly into her lip, tasting the blood. Her
entire body was limp with exhaustion, but she sensed her ordeal was
far from over.
"We'll take a break now," Jay said. He unlocked the stocks and hauled
Jenna to her feet by the collar around her neck. He led her over to a
table in the center of the room and told her to get up on it. The
table was cold metal, with heavy leather straps protruding from holes
at various places. Jay used the straps to secure Jenna face-up to the
table. Her ankles were strapped down spread-eagled, with her arms
strapped tightly to her sides. More straps went across her torso--one
over her belly, another just below her breasts and a third just above
it. A tight strap across her neck and another over her forehead
ensured that her head stayed immobile.
Jenna glanced around the room as much as she could without moving her
head. Master Davis was approaching her, and she shuddered as he
reached out to touch her swollen, spread-eagled cunt lips.
"How does your pussy feel, Worthless?" he asked.
"It hurts, Master Davis," she whimpered, defeated.
"What hurts, slave?"
"Um, your pussy. It hurts so much, Master."
"That's good," he said with a funny smile. Jenna wasn't sure if he was
saying she'd answered correctly, or if it was good that her pussy
hurt. He stroked her bruised, abraded cunt lips, spreading them wide
and probing his fingers between them. Remarkably, Jenna could feel
herself getting wet at his touch. The man was very skilled with his
hands, and after a minute or two Jenna heard her own voice moaning in
pleasure as it mixed with the agony of her tortured flesh.
"That's enough for now," he said with a wink. "We'll be back in a few
minutes. Then we'll give you a treat."

He turned out the light on his way out. Jay and the other man were
already gone--she still hadn't seen him yet, although she'd felt his
brutal touch on her pussy lips. Jenna struggled beneath the heavy
leather straps, but was unable to move an inch. Alone in the dark, she
began to weep at the helplessness of her situation. These terrible men
could do whatever they wanted to her, and there was nothing she could
do about it. It was only Friday night, and it was a long weekend--no
one at work would even notice her gone until Tuesday. And if they did
happen to come looking for her and call here, Jay would probably just
answer the phone and say she was in the shower or something. She was
trapped here for three days, and who knew what would happen between
now and then?

It wasn't long before the door swung open again and the men returned.
Jenna couldn't turn her head to see them as they approached, but she
could hear them moving toward her.
A new voice spoke up then, and Jenna guessed it to be Master Thomas.
He had a huge, deep voice, and when she saw him, her blood ran cold. A
huge man with hair all over his body, he was standing over her naked,
his huge erect cock right at eye level. She didn't imagine he would be
naked unless he planned to make use of that erection.
"She's not wearing enough makeup, Jay," he said. "I like it when they
cry so much the shit runs all over their face. Looks real slutty.
That's what I like to see."
"We'll have to fix that up for next time," Jay said. "You hear that,
Worthless? Next time you come over you'll have to really layer it on.
I want you looking like the cheap whore you are. Understand?"
"Y-yes, Master Jay. Worthless understands."
It was a lie, though. She didn't. Were they letting her go now? Or
were they expecting her to want to come back after this weekend was
done? It must have been the latter, she decided when Master Thomas
spoke again.
"I like the way you got her tits all warmed up for us, though. Nice
and raw. They'll be so hot they're ready to catch fire by Monday
night."
Jenna's brief hopes were dashed by that, and she let out a quiet sob
at the thought of more torture.
"You've done very well so far, Worthless," Jay said, coming to stand
beside her head. "So we've got a little reward for you. We're going to
let you cum now."
Jenna thought of how Master Davis had been probing her cunt before
he'd left the room, and for a minute she found herself getting moist
again. Then she realized there was likely to be a catch.
"Well?" said Master Thomas roughly. "What do you say to that,
Worthless?"
"T-thank you, Sirs. Thank you for letting Worthless cum."
"Very good, slut. You're learning fast," Jay said. "Now, I've noticed
that Master Davis seems to turn you on. Doesn't he, Worthless?"
"Yes, Master Jay." Jenna tried to look away, feeling herself blush at
the admission.
"So we're going to have Master Davis make you cum, slut. How would you
like that?"
"Thank you, Sir. Worthless would like that very much."
"Excellent." Jay grinned. "I knew you were a little slut when I met
you."
"But that hardly seems fair," chimed in Master Davis. "I mean, letting
this little slut cum and not giving anyone else the chance. Why,
Master Thomas looks like he's about to burst, there." He leaned over
Jenna, grinning that sexy, seductive grin of his. "Tell you what,
Worthless. Let's help each other out. I'll help you cum, and you can
help Master Thomas cum. Does that sound fair, slut?"
Ah, here it was, Jenna thought. The catch.
"Yes, Master. It sounds fair."
"It's more than fair, you little bitch. It's downright generous,"
Master Thomas chimed in. "So here's how it's gonna work. If I cum
before you do, you're finished. Understand?"
"Yes, Sir." 
"You cum after I do, you'll be punished. Understand THAT?"
"Yes, Master. Worthless understands."
"Good. I'll even give you a head start."
Master Davis stood between Jenna's legs and leaned forward to blow
gently on her spread-open cunt. Somehow Jenna thought he would
probably be very talented with his mouth, and the thought made her
tingle with excitement. She tried to crane her neck to look at what he
was doing, but of course her head was strapped tightly to the table.
Instead she just relaxed as he began to lick softly at her sore,
swollen cunt lips. His warm wet mouth engulfed her labia, tongue
probing firmly at her clit. She moaned and wiggled her hips. This
wouldn't be too hard at all, she thought. Master Davis moved forward
on the table, using his hands as well as his lips to caress her inner
thighs, probing gently into her now-moist cunt.
"Mmm, that tastes nice, Worthless," he murmured.
"Ohh, thank you, Master Davis," Jenna moaned in reply, and meant it.
She was seconds away from cumming when suddenly Master Thomas climbed
up on the table beside her.
"I'm gonna fuck your throat for a while," he said with a cruel grin.
"Just let me know if you have a hard time breathing or anything."
Jenna froze in terror as the big, hairy man unbuckled the straps
holding her head and neck in place. He straddled her face, his balls
dangling over her nose and her entire view obstructed by his big hairy
asshole. She recoiled in disgust and terror as he took that enormous
cock of his and began to press it roughly against her lips.
"Open wide, bitch," he snarled.
Down between her legs Master Davis continued to lick and suckle at her
cunt, but Jenna found herself utterly and hopelessly distracted. The
thought of putting that horrible man's enormous cock in her mouth made
her want to retch. And yet there it was, probing into her mouth, a
huge wet bead of precum resting on her lower lip.
She was helpless but to open her mouth to the terrible intruder,
gulping back disgust as Master Thomas's member slid past her tongue
and deep into her throat.
Jenna had sucked Jay off several times, but beyond that she had no
experience in cocksucking and had never even contemplated
deep-throating a man. Now it seemed she was about to learn quite
suddenly. She gasped for air as the cock pummeled the back of her
throat, and heard the laughter of Jay and Master Thomas as she began
to thrash around in an effort to escape.
"Just relax your throat muscles, cunt," Master Thomas growled. "Fuck,
you're useless as well as Worthless. Bite me and I'll cut off your
fucking nipples."
Trembling with fear now, Jenna had all but forgotten about Master
Davis working away at her cunt. She struggled to swallow Master
Thomas's swollen cock into her throat, trying desperately to suppress
her gag reflex. He didn't wait for her to adjust, just started pumping
away like he was fucking a willing cunt instead of an unwilling
throat. Jenna tried to time her breathing with his thrusts, but found
herself dizzy, getting seasick from the view of Master Thomas's ass
getting closer, farther away, closer, farther away.
During one particularly deep thrust she could feel his balls twitching
against her nose, and suddenly she remembered the task at hand. They
were having a race, and she didn't want to know the consequences if
she lost. She could feel Master Davis still licking and sucking away
at her cunt, but somehow her desire was gone, replaced by feelings of
panic and disgust.
Master Thomas was grunting away atop Jenna, his cock swollen and slick
with saliva and precum. Jenna was getting dizzy from lack of air, but
even in her haze she knew she needed to focus. She thought of Master
Davis's voice, the way he was touching her cunt with his tongue and
his fingers. She could feel him sucking her clit, and soon the fire
began to burn between her legs once again. The world was spinning
around her as she focused all her energy on the marvelous friction
between her thighs, and soon she was bucking and moaning as if there
were nothing else going on. Far off in the distance she could feel
Master Thomas's rhythm building as he rode her face, but she ignored
him. Her world was concentrated on the swollen nub of her clit. She
could feel Master Davis bearing down on it, his teeth brushing against
it as he built his intensity. Then, suddenly, her world went blank.
Every sense, every nerve in her body seemed to explode in a frenzy of
sensation. She bucked within her bonds, every limb straining at the
strap holding it in place. She tried to scream in pleasure, but the
cock in her throat restricted her ability to articulate more than
"NNN! NNNNN! MMMMFF!"
As her orgasm subsided, she could feel Master Thomas pulling out of
her throat slightly. Her mouth began to fill with hot, salty jism as
he began to empty his balls into her. Groggily she heard him grunt in
pleasure as he came all over her lips and cheeks, pulling his waning
erection out of her mouth as it filled with cum.
Jenna collapsed in exhaustion, barely hearing Jay's voice in her ear:
"Swallow it all, Worthless. Every drop. And be grateful."
Jenna weakly gulped what felt like a gallon of semen down her sore,
stretched throat. She could see black spots in front of her eyes as
Master Davis gave her twitching cunt one last lingering kiss before he
stood up. Then she let her head fall back on the table and the room
went dark.

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