The Choice

The Choice

Steve – late 30's Close cropped Hair No2. Blonde, 5'10"

Jenny- mid 20's, Brunette Shoulder length wavy hair. Soft features with that occasional startled rabbit look. Deep brown eyes. 5'4" Tall

Jenny worked at a manufacturing business on the sales order desk. The company had a policy of getting the staff on the end of the phones to meet their customers. Jenny had been pressed into going to a corporate event. This had entailed a day at the races, which had passed uneventfully followed by a party in the bar of a nearby hotel. The company sales force were busy hobnobbing with important customers and Jenny had been left to her own devices. Jenny was 5'4", mid 20's quite pretty, with shoulder length, wavy brunette hair and beautiful brown eyes. Her skin was lightly tanned with a couple of freckles here and there. She was wearing a black dress with small straps over her shoulders and a hem line 2 inches above her knees. She looked quite stylish and totally uninterested in the work talk surrounding her.

Suddenly she noticed a man walking purposely toward her with two glasses of champagne. Jenny met his gaze but felt unable to hold it and awkwardly looked away.

"My Name is Steve" He offered very confidently. Jenny looked up to be greeted by a tall white man in his mid 30's, with close cropped blond hair, strong features and a good physique. But his look was piercing. His blue grey eyes burned into her.

Steve was the MD of her company's largest customer. He had that air about him; that people always did what he said.

Jenny felt a tingle in her knees and a shiver ran along her spine.

"You don't much care for all of this, do you"? Steve observed.

"Is it that obvious"? She replied weakly.

"I've been watching you" Steve said ominously.

Jenny was about to protest. But one glance from Steve silenced her instantly.

"I am a keen watcher of people…" he continued.

"I can often tell what a person is thinking. What they fear and what they want".

Jenny began to squirm a little in her seat as if getting ready to stand up and leave.

Steve said "Stay, I haven't finished with you yet" and to her surprise, she did.

Jenny was perplexed. Why was she even entertaining, hanging around this creep? She intended to call his bluff. So she mustered her challenge.

"Ok if you know so much about me, what am I thinking and what do I want?

"It's a question of choice" Steve casually observed – "you don't like making choices".

"You came to this function because you were told to, so you did. You were told were to sit, what to say. You haven't even chosen your own drinks all day" and as if to emphasise the point he handed her a glass of champagne. She took it.

"I can see by the way you look at people, that you are heterosexual. You view all other women as a threat. You are drawn to strong male personalities. I can even tell you what your sex life has been like".

She scoffed at that "So this is just a pick up line"?

"sort of….. If I can accurately gauge your sex life and describe your wishes, I want you to choose to leave the party and come with me".

"You must be joking" She instantly retorted.

But, Jenny was intrigued and not entirely unopposed to Steve's candid approach. She didn't exactly mind being told what to do.

Steve left a deliberate long awkward pause. Jenny felt compelled to break the deadlock.

"Very well – impress me". She continued her challenge.

"You only like boys, girls don't interest you. You find the idea of being with a girl unnatural. None of your boyfriends from your school years lasted more than a couple of months; they all seemed weak and awkward. You lost your virginity at about 18 or 19 years old to a much older man. He was very kind and understanding and you don't know what's wrong with you, but you rapidly lost interest in him, even though he seemed a perfect gentleman. Your next relationship was with a man about your own age. He will have been fit, even muscular and very into his body, even vain. He didn't treat you particularly well, in-fact I bet you felt like his bit on the side. Sex was often rough and often unfulfilling and although you yearned to see him, your meetings and interludes left you wanting so much more. You assumed you were at fault and tried many things to 'please' him, even to the point of degrading your self…….You may have had other relation ships but I doubt it, they will have been fleeting at best".

Jenny was visibly awestruck, and gave the worst possible answer, "who have you been talking to"? Nobody knew these things about her. It was like he was reading her life story. Steve just turned a wry smile; he gazed strongly into her eyes, obviously enjoying her reaction.

"How do you know all of these things"? See pleaded,

"I told you, I know how to read people, and if I get the next bit right – will you do as I say and leave the party with me"?

"Why? What for"? She enquired

"You'll have to come with me to find out". Steve knew she was hooked.

"So the type of man you want, what is he like? He has strong looks, very strong character; capable of great tenderness and extreme cruelty" He saw her shudder slightly at this "He will be powerful and will probably know you better than you know yourself". Steve paused, "I know what you want and I can give it to you".

Jenny remained silent and intent. All of Steve's words rang true.

"I have a proposition for you" Steve continued. "I am so sure that you want your choices made for you that I am offering to do this for you".

"I have observed that you are a beautiful submissive young woman , and I want to see how far that goes". "I want you to get your coat and leave with me now". "If you don't, I know you might need an incentive so if you don't come and hear my offer; I'll pull my business from your company and site you as the reason".

Jenny's eyes made a very good approximation of a startled rabbit.

"I want you to come with me – you will be safe, I will not do anything you don't want or don't agree to. I will give you a choice and if you don't like what I have to offer we can go our separate ways. But I'm betting you have always wanted this choice. I can see it in your eyes". "I am offering to find out how submissive you are or can be".

"Choose". He said calmly.

Jenny looked at him, she wanted to go, she felt trapped, and she almost liked it. She new she had no choice, she could back out later, but for now it was too interesting to pass up. In her most confident voice, like she was in control she said

"Ok, I'll come and listen, where are we going"?

Jenny and Steve exited a taxi in the expensive end of town over looking the marina. They entered a six story apartment building and ascended the elevator to the penthouse, all in virtual silence. Jenny's meagre bravado was beginning to crumble. Her breaths were quickening, her pace was slowing and she could no longer muster the courage to look Steve in the face. One word kept racing through Jenny's mind over and over again; 'Submissive'. The word alone gave her palpitations, but she had never had it applied to her. It couldn't be true, could it? But her curiosity far out weighed her fear of the situation, and as exhilarated as she was, she still felt safe in Steve's presence. And to compound matters, to her utter shame; she was already a little damp in her crotch.

She spoke first "You wouldn't really have pulled the business from work would you? I could loose my job for that"? She asked.

"We'll never know, or have to know. You can however take it for granted that, that threat is lifted now and forever. If that was your only reason for coming you can leave now and neither of us will speak about this evening again".

"No" She said rather quickly "I don't mind staying………." She suddenly seemed lost for words as she felt she'd given her self away.

"Good"! Steve said.

"Have a seat, and I'll tell you more………" he motioned to a lounge couch. They both sat down.

Steve began "put your hands on your knees". She did. Sit with your legs a little further apart". She did that too. "Close your eyes". She complied without question.

"You are exquisite", he observed. She opened her eyes.

"You comply with every instruction. You have no idea what a precious find you are". Steve moved to hold her hand, she did not resist.

"Forgive me I must know something, hold still no matter what". He instructed.

He pinched the back of her hand. She yelped and instinctively pulled her hand away.

"Why did you do that"? She shot back at him.

"Because I wanted to" Steve replied calmly.

"Now give me your other hand, I want to do it again".

Jenny looked puzzled, and a little frightened

"Why do you want to hurt me"?

"Because it pleases me, you want to please me don't you"? he quizzed her.

She parted with a reserved pleading "yes".

Steve pinched her other hand. She winced without crying out or pulling away.

"Good" Steve casually observed, and he continued to speak;

"I have always known what I wanted; I have always got what I wanted. After a long time I realised that I was interested in what other people wanted. I am interested in what you want, Jenny. I am very interested in helping you find out what else you want. I know you want to be dominated, told what to do, when to do it. You want to explore new worlds of sensation, without fear or recrimination. I want to offer you this. I want to offer you choices. But once you make the choices you cannot change your mind. But there will always be another choice later on. You can leave any time you make a new choice, that will always be your alternative".

"Do you understand what just happened when I pinched you"?

Jenny looked puzzled and said "it hurt".

"Then why didn't you leave? Why did you let me do it again"? Steve Challenged.

Jenny didn't seem to have an answer, of course Steve knew why.

"If I hurt you, do you want to leave"? Steve offered.

"Its ok, I don't mind staying" Jenny offered meekly.

"You want to stay with someone who has hurt you, Twice…………."

Steve let her linger on that thought.

"I can see it in your eyes, your just beginning to realise who and what you are". He observed.

Jenny remained silent and motionless, hearing her soul being unravelled.

"You're not alone, and you're not a freak". Many enjoy the release of giving up their choices, submitting to another's will, even suffering for another's pleasure and amusement….., just as you did a moment ago. There are even those who can only reach orgasm if it is associated with pain".

Jenny's eyes suddenly felt heavy with shame and she felt she could no longer lift them from the floor. He was right she could feel her own arousal, she felt violated, perverted, and she was beginning to hate herself. She was overcome with shame and realisation that he was right and she craved more. She could not put her feelings into words, but Steve seemed to have no such problems.

Steve continued; "As I said, you will always have some control, but you will be choosing to give it away until the time of your next choice. Understand, I am talking about touching you, stripping you, using you", he continually observed her expressions for signs of fear or intrigue, "placing you in bondage, depriving and heightening your senses and searching for the limits of the sadomasochistic tendencies that I know you have, but always at a level of your choosing".

Although she was not looking directly at him, he could see her eyes continually widening at the list of depravities he was considering doing to her. And matters were worse because she was considering letting him, even begging him to do anything he wanted.

Jenny was mentally frothing at the mouth, this was an opportunity she never new existed, she had not previously known she wanted, and this was as safe as if was ever going to be.

"Why me"? She asked quietly.

"Because I knew you would choose this, a person like you is rare I have been searching for someone like you for many years. You are not the first, and you won't be the last, but for the time being you will be the only……….".

These words made her feel very special.

"Your Choice is simple; choose to stay for the rest of the evening. Follow my every command and be punished in any way I see fit, with any implement at any time. You may have a safe word. If you use it once I will stop that particular activity and move to another. If you use it twice I will deem you unsuitable to continue and we will discontinue our involvement and you can go on your way. You will be here for my amusement; anything that happens to you is for my satisfaction not yours. Follow several standard rules; do not look at me unless told you can do so, do not speak unless told you can do so, and follow any instruction instantly without question. Only call me Master or Sir. In short give up total control.

I in turn offer to cause you no lasting physical harm, not to endanger your life. I will not subject to sexual intercourse at this time, and if and when I do, I will ensure there is no risk of unwanted pregnancy or sexually transmitted disease.

If you have not used your safe word and have satisfied my interests, after one to two hours I will halt the session and ask you if you wish to move to the next stage, I will offer you another choice".

"Do you understand"? He asked.

Jenny tried hard to process all that this night had brought and might still bring to her; it was time to choose, in or out. Her body had already made the choice, her mind already surrendered to the idea.

Jenny nodded.

"Good" Steve smiled slightly, "choose your safe word, something very out of context, the name of a fruit or a colour is a popular choice".

"Red"? Jenny offered meekly,

Steve face suddenly dropped all emotion and he said "we have begun".

Jenny dropped her eyes to the floor, Steve was impressed, no other charge had responded so quickly without encouragement before.

"Close your eyes" Steve instructed. She did without question. "Now do not move no matter what".

Jenny felt her dress straps being slid off her shoulders, and the dress fall to her ankles. She was clad now only in matching black under cup bra and g-string.

"Put your hands behind your head and interlock your fingers, don't move from that position no matter how intense the sensations or pain that you encounter".

Steve spanked her arse once, she thought hard. The feeling was intense and she thought deliciously decadent, then her other cheek. Each strike made her body sway momentarily under the impact, accentuating her curves. His hands trailed up her to her breasts, he slapped the exposed top of each breast in turn. Her face grimaced slightly under each blow. This wasn't too bad she thought to herself.

Steve spanked her arse and breasts half a dozen times each, and he found that Jenny reacted satisfactorily to every strike. He had not struck her hard enough to raise cries or tears, but they would come in time.

"You may open your eyes" Steve whispered in her hear "and I want you to strip".

Jenny eagerly stripped throwing her underwear to a near by chair.

"You follow instructions well, but sloppily". Steve commented

Jenny looked perplexed; she had done as he said.

"I am disappointed that you did not fold the cloths neatly"

Jenny moved to correct the situation.

"Leave them!" Steve barked at her. "I am displeased and I will punish you for your sloppy behaviour". There was a pause. "Well, what do you say…"?

Jenny was at a loss, so offered "I'm sorry"

Smack! Steve's hand connected with her left bum cheek, Hard!

Smack! Again just as hard "Thank…" Smack! "..You…" Smack! "..Master"! Smack! He iterated with consummate skill.

A tear had already begun to form before the second strike landed, by the fifth blow her tears were in full flow and she was tumbling off balance.

Jenny went crashing to the soft couch, sobbing as she went.

Steve sat beside her and stroked her hair "You have agreed to this, you want this. You show so much promise, I can't believe you would fail and disappoint me so early. This is what you signed up for. You have agreed to be at my mercy and I will take full advantage of that. I am going to take you and punish you severely now, and I want you to beg me to punish you anyway I wish to make up for failing me. Do you understand"?

Jenny was in turmoil, those last blows really hurt, she didn't want this?

Did she?

Her answer left her lips, almost without a conscious decision.

"Yes Master" there was no doubt "I want you to punish me, Please Master. I am sorry that I failed you".

She was lost, and she knew it. She was in this far and she had to know how deep this rabbit hole went into her own personal wonderland. She wasn't worried about pain or humiliation or even her own safety. She just wanted to be told what to do, no matter what that meant for her. She would accept any sensation Steve chose for her. It was her place in life, and she wanted it. And if she didn't like it was only for an hour or two she naively thought

"You have shown little self control, I can see that I will have to restrain you".

Steve led her to one of the walls, it had several chains and ring s attached to it, that she had not noticed before. The wall appeared terrifying and she began to visibly shrink from her approach to it. Steve paused at looked at her;

"I will explain only this last time. You have entered into a contract. You have agreed to be used as I wish, there is no more choice in this. You have already given yourself up. I am going to abuse you for my own amusement and punish you for your lack of subservience. It's going to hurt. Your going to be humiliated, your spirit broken, even tortured because I wish it".

"You answer does not matter, but I want to hear it anyway…….Do you still want this"?

Jenny was trembling, with fear and excitement

"I want this", her verbal affirmation bolstered her resolve

"Do as you will with me". She pleaded.

"Tell me what you want, What are your deepest most deprived fantasies"? Steve asked. "What do you want done with you"?

"I don't know" she stuttered. "Anything……………?" she offered.

"Are you sure"? Steve said coldly.

Jenny felt a spine chilling shudder race along her back, she may have gone to far. " you don't mean anything, anything do you"? She quizzed meekly.

"I will still, stay with in the confines of our agreement, no lasting physical harm, but as per your new request anything else goes. I will not go easy on you, I will test your limits of pain, suffering and pleasure". Steve informed her.

"It is settled then, the bargain is struck, you will meet your destiny now, tonight". Steve led her to the wall by her wrists, like the helpless slave she now was. What ever was to happen now, she had done to her self. She felt foolish and very aroused.

He fixed her to the wall by her wrists, her wrists were over a meter apart above her head. Then Steve secures her legs over a meter apart as well.

"This position is called a St. Andrews Cross. You can pray to him if you like. But I doubt it will help you. As you can see it leaves every part of your body vulnerable to what ever I wish".

Jenny watched Steve cross the room and open what looked like a drinks cabinet. It wasn't a drinks cabinet. It contained hand cuffs, dildos, whips, canes and leather and metal implements she couldn't even name.

Steve returned with a bottle, a small bag and a riding crop.

Jenny actually felt grateful it had not been some of the other implements (at least not yet, anyway)

The bag contained sprung clothes pins, a red candle and a cigarette lighter. Steve laid out his new 'toys' on table, and approached her with 3 of the clothes pegs. "I'm going to hurt you now" he casually informed her.

Jenny could feel the panic rising in her, but she couldn't. No, wouldn't do anything about it, even if she could.

As the first peg closed around her nipple, she closed her eyes with resignation and winced at the pain, but remained silent.

The second peg traced the line of her breast till it too closed around her other nipple. The pain began to build in her nipples until she became 'accustomed' to the discomfort. The pain remained as an almost unbearable ache. And to Steve's satisfaction she whimpered and contorted in the confines of her bonds trying in vain to find some ease from the torment.

Steve's hand no traced from her knee to her crotch, and her faced flushed scarlet as Steve reached her cunt. It was sopping wet. To add to her misery, she now felt like a school girl caught out buy the teacher and the shame overwhelmed her. She began to well up with tears just as Steve used his fingers to part her labia, and the third peg was attached to her clit. She lost all control and screamed momentarily. Then her scream was cut of by a flood of sobs and tears.

Steve spent a few minutes admiring his handy work. Then whispered in Jenny's ear "This is the first and lightest of many degradations and tortures that I have planned for you, but you don't mind that, do you. After all, your my property, by your own choice". His words were punctuated by him removing the peg on her left nipple. The pain of blood rushing back to her abused nipple was unbelievably intense. Jenny began to gasp violently as she struggled to control the pain. She saw Steve's hand moving toward the peg on her other nipple, and she tried to pull away from him.

"Ah, reluctance". Steve observed, "that will not do. As you must learn, things can always be worse". He took hold of the peg, but did not release it from her nipple, he just pulled, with it still firmly attached. Jenny began to whine and moan as her nipple became extended from her body. Then her breath quickened and panic began to set in as she realised Steve had not stopped pulling. The pressure increased and panic filled her eyes, her composure, faltered and she screamed "Noooooo…"; Just as the strain on the peg pulled it from her clamped nipple.

Her body bucked and convulsed as she tried to stem the anguish in her breast, frustrated by her inability to massage the tortured nipple back to life.

Steve came to the rescue and gently began to massage her breasts and nipples. Her blood flow returned to normal and the pain subsided and eventually disappeared. As her breathing returned to normal she spoke.

"Steve, that was too much….I can't take it, I want you, but that's too much pain"

Steve looked impassively at her, She realised instantly.

"I mean, Master, I'm sorry master, please forgive me" and she lowered her eyes.

"This isn't working, I should take you home, It appears I was wrong about you." Steve said coldly and with genuine disappointment in his voice.

Jenny felt panic rising in her belly. This was all going to end! It had barely begun. She searched inside her self, and convinced herself that to satisfy her new base urges, she could take more, and she might agree anything to be with Steve. His strength gave her fresh resolve. She could do any thing for this man. And so she made her pledge;

"No master, I am sorry, I will do anything! And I mean ANYTHING. Please forgive me master, I want to be with you, in any way you desire, I can and will take anything you choose for me. PLEASE let me stay, I'll agree to anything".

Steve looked, visibly impressed, he new what it was she was offering, but he wasn't sure she fully understood.

"You are describing total slavery, I don't have 24/7 live in slaves. I offer only short term fantasy, when we are done, you can and do go back to your normal life until such time as we meet up again".

Jenny looked happy with that arrangement, So Steve continued.

"You are giving your self up for total domination. No safe words, no mercy, No choice, just sensations out of your control.

Jenny's crotch was squirming with excitement, and she was practically salivating.

"Yes master" She happily said.

"Here is what will happen. I will test you with whips and canes", he casually pinched and twisted her nipples as he talked. "I am going to fuck hard, with nipple clamps biting you nipples. I may even torture your clit to give you a really powerful orgasm" He slid the fingers of his other hand between her cunt lips and his finger nails dug into the base of her clit. Jenny gave a satisfying low growl from the pain. Steve spent the next ten minutes or so assaulting her breasts belly and thighs and cunt with a riding crop in one hand and a short, soft leather cat o nine tails in the other. When he had finished Jenny was lightly and evenly reddened from her breasts to her knees and she was adorned with a beautiful film of perspiration. Jenny was monumentally over sexed, but had not yet orgasmed. To her surprise, she had almost cum several times, when the cat struck her crotch. She felt she must be a total slut to have nearly cum from being whipped. The pain covering the front of her body was already a dull ache, and she didn't hate it. But deep down part of her hated herself. How could she do this to her self?, how could she let some do this to her? She must be really bad, so felt she deserved everything she got.

Then Steve stood in front of her, he attached two oval metal clamps to her nipples, the pain was as bad as before, but she bore it well. Then he let go of them. The weight added a new dimension to her torment and she wined under her breath, her head rocking from side to side and her body contorting to try to find some ease from the torture. But of course there was none.

As Steve enjoyed the anguish on her face he stepped forward till their bodies touched, he bent at the knees and as he stood to full height, his condomed cock cleaved her cunt in half. Her shock was visible, she hadn't seen him remove his trousers. He fucked her violently, his chest aggravating the nipple clamps. She came quickly, and harder than ever before. He did not stop. He continued to plough into her, lifting her bodily off the floor with each upward stroke. She strained at the chains binding her to the wall as wave after wave or orgasm tore through her. Steve finally came. Jenny was dripping with sweat, her breath uncontrollable, she was exhausted, and she hung beautifully in her bonds, cum dribbling from her cunt down her legs.

Steve cleaned himself up, and began to rub a cream into Jenny's reddened flesh. It was instantly soothing.

"It's an antiseptic soothing moisturiser". He informed her. "By tomorrow; you could wear a bikini and no one would know what you were doing today".

Jenny was impressed; Steve seemed to have thought of everything.

"What about noise"? She asked. "Don't your neighbours mind"?

"I own the top tree floors and the glass is triple glazed, no one can here us here".

Jenny was still bound to the wall; and at that awkward stage when all of the 'fun' is over and only one of you is still in character, or in this case a compromising position.

Steve dressed himself and brought some damp wipes and cleaned Jenny up.

"So, what next"? He mused. "I am more than satisfied that I made the right choice, you have been fantastic; but I want more. Do you feel the same way"?

Jenny squirmed a little "Are you going to unlock me from the wall"? She asked meekly.

"Oh, not yet" Steve answered, "I have a few questions for you, and it pleases me to have you answer them; naked, exposed and captive".

Jenny felt foolish for having even asked. How could the game be over so soon. Steve would tell her when it was finished.

"Yes master, what do you want to know"? Jenny was already back in character.

Steve strolled to and fro as he addressed her.

"Answer clearly, without hesitation. Do you understand"?

"Yes, Master" she replied.

"Have you enjoyed this evening"?

"Yes Master" she replied again.

"Do you want to visit with me again"?

"Oh, Yes Master"

"You realise, I will take our relationship further" Steve challenged.

"Yes Master"

"You realise that you gave up your safe word tonight, do you want that to be our permanent arrangement"?

"If it pleases you Master"

"You have to choose; I will not take it from you or coerce you into relinquishing your safe word. If you trust me enough and you want to, I will accept your offer. If you have any reservations I urge you strongly to retain your safe word. You can only make this choice once, and if your not ready, It could be a choice you regret. Think of it like getting married, it is a point of no return".

"Can I ask a question" She said thoughtfully

"You may ask a question" Steve confirmed.

"If I give up my safe word, will I no longer be safe from harm" She asked.

"No, Safe word or not I will never break our original agreement, no permanent damage" Steve Said.

Jenny Immediately offered, "Can I think about it? Can I give you my safe word next time we meet, if that's what I have decided"?

"Bravo" Steve congratulated her "Any other answer and I would have thought your choice too rash. It is a big step, and I am glad you are giving it proper consideration". Steve began to unlock her wall cuffs, massaging her wrists and ankles as he went.

"I would like to spend more time with you, maybe 24 hours or even a week, to explore our relationship. Not here, somewhere more atmospheric. But you must choose to do so, It will mean a longer session, more pain, deeper depths of depravity, more sexual excess, and you will have no control over what I choose for you. You will only know that no matter what, you will survive without permanent harm to the end of the session, for the perverted and sadistic pleasure of your master".

There was silence, the still naked Jenny Nodded her head.

"In the meantime we should meet for a couple more evenings, say every two weeks"?. "And when I think your ready, we will discuss he safe word question again".

Jenny agreed and for the next three alternate Fridays, Steve brought her to the penthouse apartment; Stripped her, spanked her, whipped her and bound her. She always suffered an excruciatingly long and powerful orgasm at Steve's expert hands. New implements were introduced each time. The second meeting; she was made to endure pussy weights, while she squatted to suck Steve's cock. The third session, dilodes were added to further heighten her stimulation. On the fourth session she was cained on her arse and whipped hard on her breasts after being made to lick Steve's arse hole. The caning and bull whipping was very painful and the marks did not totally subside for nearly a week. All through their meetings Jenny had never resorted to her safe word no matter how much she had wanted to, she was very proud of this. She discussed her experience with Steve by phone. He was very proud of her for taking the punishment so well, even though she had cried many tears and he thought she was ready for the next stage.

"What does the next stage mean"? Jenny asked

"More" he replied "more of everything and for longer than an evening. I think it's time you took a holiday from work.

Jenny replied "Oh yes Master".

"It is settled then, When next we meet I will ask what you have decided about your safe word and I will offer a doorway, If you choose to step through, the next level of Heaven and Hell will await you at my pleasure".

Jenny was thinking a long week end, Steve offered an interesting possibility. "Would you consider two weeks, not all of it indulging in our new found pursuits? I'm thinking of a day or weekend relaxing followed by several days at play, then a week or more of recuperation before returning to the mundane world".

Jenny thought long and hard, "It sounds perfect" She said.

"I'll give you no more details; I'll save them as a surprise, pack light and for a warm climate".

A date was set for three weeks time, tactfully avoiding Jenny's next period. Steve really did seem to think of everything.

Jenny met Steve at the Manchester International Airport. Steve led her to a VIP courtesy lounge. Their flight was nothing less than a chartered executive jet, and they were the only two passengers. There were three crew. A Pilot, co-pilot and a stewardess; all of whom knew 'Mr. Steve' by name.

At the base of the planes steps Steve asked Jenny, did she still want to give up all choices, and if so to signify it by stepping into the plane. She did so with out another word. As they sat down Steve asked her about her safe word. Jenny had long since decided.

"I renounce my safe word, I am yours". She said. Steve nodded and no more was said. Shortly after take off the stewardess appeared from behind a curtained area at the rear of the plane. Jenny nearly fainted. The stewardess was naked but for a black leather choker around her neck, there was a silver pad lock which prevented its removal. She had pierced nipples with small silver sleeper bars and there was a large heavy looking pad lock hanging from rings which were through her bald cunt lips.

"Jenny, this is Yolanda" Steve announced as he removed his safety belt.

"You have another slave"? Jenny observed

"No, Yolanda is not my property, but, Yes, I have used her before now". Jenny relaxed a little. Steve continued "She belongs to a friend of mine; Karl. This is Karl's plane, and we are going to Karl's Island". He casually added "You do not need to know where exactly".

"May I ask, who is Karl"? Jenny said.

"He is a like minded friend". And Steve offered no more on the subject.

Yolanda sat beside Jenny and said "give me your hand". Jenny looked toward Steve, he nodded. Yolanda placed a small yellow plastic box over Jenny's thumb and there was an audible click! Yolanda removed the small box, jenny's thumb was bleeding.

"Don't worry" Steve said "it's a routine blood test".

Jenny looked puzzled.

"Everyone going to the island has one; it's safer for all concerned. Have you had any sexual partners since the last time we saw each other"? Steve asked.

"No" Jenny replied.

"Then there will be no problem" Steve confirmed "This will confirm your STD status and whether your pregnant or not. The results will be back tomorrow".

Jenny was given two pills to take and everyone else on the plane gave a similar blood sample.

"What were the pills for"?

"Chemical sterilisation" Steve announced "It's not as bad as it sounds, it's like double dosing the pill, but much more reliable. There is no way you can get pregnant in the next month and as a side effect, you will not menstruate for at least another 60 days. Consider it a holiday".

"Before we land, I want to go over a few things. First and most importantly, the island has rules, they are not negotiable, and transgressions are dealt very severely. Tomorrow, you will have the status of guest. No one may use or harm you in any way. By the end of tomorrow, your STD status will be confirmed and you will be introduced to the entire island as a slave. My slave. For use in any way I see fit, with and by whomever I choose. Steve informed her.

"You mean I could be used by someone other than you"? She butted in.

"You are mine to do with as I please, our agreement is set, You will bring me pleasure and gratification with whomever I choose, and if you question further, I will make sure it is far more unpleasant than you can ever imagine". Steve sounded cross with her questioning. Jenny had forgotten her place; it would not happen again.

The rules for a slave on the island are as follows.

Everyone on the island is superior to you and to be addressed as master or mistress.

You will not look anyone in the eye unless told to do so, it is disrespectful.

You will do what ever you are told, by anyone, at any time without hesitation.

You will remember to be submissive, or you will be made to be submissive.

You will not try to leave the island or explore in any areas unaccompanied. The island has dangers that I do not want you to fall foul of.

The plane touched down on a private airstrip. The island was tropical with a single large mountain surrounded by 5 smaller irregular hills. There were numerous coves and beaches. There was no one to greet the plane, but 10 minutes after landing Steve, Yolanda and Jenny had walked to a small clearing with a beach hut. The interior was nothing less than 5-star with 4 spacious en-suite bedrooms. There was a phone but no dial, it appeared to be connected to only one other number. Steve and Yolanda went into the trees leaving Jenny to settle in for the rest of the day. She had strict instructions not to venture out of site of the beach hut.

Jenny did as she was told.

The TV had satellite reception from all over the world; there were over 1000 channels in every imaginable language.

It seemed like early evening before Yolanda returned for her, still as unclad as she had been on the plane.

"I have the pleasure of informing you that all formalities have been completed satisfactorily. You are officially up-rated from guest to slave. May your suffering be intriguing and exquisite?

"Follow me" Yolanda ordered.

Jenny did as she was ordered.

They walked for half a mile trough light forest. There was a barely follow-able trail. Jenny imagined it would be very easy to get lost in this undergrowth.

They emerged to a large clearing with what looked like an oblong Viking long house with several small grass huts or out buildings surrounding it.

The long house had a grey brick ground floor and a mud upper floor topped with a solid looking thatched roof. And was over 20meters long on the longest side.

On the far side of the clearing was a generator compound. In addition there was a pool, part sheltered by the trees with an adjoining roffed pation to the long house.

There were no people in evidence around the compound. Yolanda led her over to the long house. To the side of it there was a patio area linking the 'house' to the pool by a covered patio area. Steve was there, and another man; taller than Steve with dark unkempt hair and a fuller face than Steve's chiselled features. She took this to be Karl. There were two staff serving drinks. She recognised them as the pilot and co pilot from the plane. They were now dressed in black cycling shorts and had mock collars and dickey bows. They were either sweating or their bodies were oiled. At the table with Steve and Karl were four other people. A short overweight man with dark hair and a pleasant smile, A blonde woman, also over weight, with a slightly pretentious look about her, expensive dress tastes and a chipped front tooth. There was also an older, tall slender woman, with her hair in a reddish brown bob. Kneeling at her feet was a tall buxom woman with brown shoulder length curly hair. She was naked and had evidence of a recent vicious whipping to her shoulders and back. Hers was the only gaze not directed at Jenny.

"Well Steve, Lets see her" Karl barked in a Germanic accent.

"Strip! Quickly and efficiently, put your clothes on the bar stool beside you".

There was a glimmer of hesitation from Jenny, but she unbuttoned her blouse, took it off and folded it neatly on the stool. The rest of her clothing followed and in no time she was naked in front of total strangers, eyes downcast and hands desperately wanting to cover herself, but knowing to do so would be a serious mistake.

"Her name is Jenny" Steve announced, "She is neophyte level, and has with my dispensation given up her safe word. She is trained in light whipping and caning, and has experienced light clamps and some bondage". Jenny was concerned at Steve's use of the word 'light'. She had felt their recent meetings had classed her as a veteran submissive. It appeared this was not the case. However she knew well enough not to speak.

Steve continued "I have elected to bring her to the island for training and experiences beyond her current limits". Jenny began to realise this soliloquy was more for her than the other assembled guests of the island. "I do not believe she is ready, and will undoubtedly need coercion. She has agreed to accept any and all experiences that I wish for her. The island as you all know is hundreds of miles from the nearest civilisation, and we are the only occupants on the island". Steve face changed to one of lust, similar to a child with a new toy. This look frightened Jenny, and for the first time she did not feel safe. Yolanda placed a blind fold over Jenny's eyes, and fixed it securely around her head.

Jenny's attention was focused on Steve's words.

"I want her to advance to full torture and the deepest depths of depravity and misery that we can inflict upon a semi willing slave. She has entered into a bargain that she is not prepared for the consequences of. It is my wish that she be made to regret the decision and then be trained to love the degradation". Steve looked smug with his announcement, as a cheer went up from the table. Jenny's fear was now visible on her face. As if to counter her reluctance; the two 'bar' staff now appeared at her shoulders and held her upper arms. Their grip was powerful.

"It is only proper that we all sample the goods. Steve said.

Jenny heard the moving of chairs and steps, then a sea of hands began to maul her, stroking every part of her body. There were approving murmurs from the group, as one by one they drifted back to their seats. Jenny knew that female hands had been amongst those that had touched her. She shuddered involuntarily at the thought.

Steve posed a question to the group "If you had free reign with her, what would you do with her, no holds barred"? Steve was very serious now "Because, before our stay is over I will give her to one of you, to do as you will". Yolanda removed Jenny's blind fold so she could see, who intended what for her.

"Electrocute her cunt, till she passed out from cumming or the pain" The tall woman screeched.

"I would see her whipped to orgasm" Karl bellowed.

Steve interjected "S, what would you do to a slave, if you had free reign"?

S was the kneeling slave, Jenny felt sure that a like minded victim of this arrangement would be sympathetic. Of course she was wrong. S had seen an opportunity to inflict on another, what had been done to her. "Master, I would restrain her, torture her with weights and whips. I would set her pubes ablaze, and sooth her crotch with nettles. I would surround her clit and arse hole with pins, then have her fucked in every orifice to unconsciousness. Then, I'd let the animals have her. I'd force her to fuck and suck'em all.

There was a general murmur of approval Jenny's heart sank.

"And what of you Jean(Jon)" Steve asked the shorter dark haired man.

"Steve, you know my tastes, I just want to fuck while inflicting as much pain as possible, and I want to keep making her ask for more, or face the alternatives. You never know, she might break the record".

"Wouldn't that be something" Steve muttered under his breath.

The heavier woman, Caroline offered her choice of ordeal next, I want her breasts in rope bondage, then I want to see her lifted off the ground by her tits while I paddle her arse to the shade of my choice.

"Now for some fun" Steve announced.

Jenny reacted instantly and began to struggle, but the two me holding her moved her easily to two nearby poles in the ground. She was cuffed, standing, spread eagle to the poles in the late afternoon sun, exposed for any torment to come.

Steve approached her and whispered softly in her ear. "you are doing wonderfully, I am so proud of you". And Jenny relaxed, this was all obviously an act, they would never take things that far.

"I am so happy that you have submitted to all that we have planned for you". Steve continued, and her heart sank again as she realised the nightmare was real. "I look forward to seeing your boundaries reached and surpassed. You will look exquisite in the agonies that await you. And as per our agreement there will be no lasting physical harm, you will one day heal from your experiences here". Steve moved even closer to her and whispered softer "I hope your mind will hold. That variable cannot be predicted, not everyone has the resolve to survive what you have agreed to".

Jenny's return look could only be described as "!".

Before he stepped away he took hold of her nipples and pinched harder than she could bear, then twisted them past 180 ^o .

Her scream reached the hole island. As she recovered to take breath, a soft leather cat of nine tails fell on her back. She winced a yelped. Then the other bar man, the pilot stepped into her field of vision. His cat fell horizontally across her breasts. She contracted in a violent stomach crunch. A moment later the other cat struck her back again. They alternated blows expertly. Her resulting movements were hypnotic, within a dozen lashes she was sweating profusely and her skin was reddening. Every new blow seemed to land somewhere different, back, front, under her arms, belly, legs and arse. She was in turmoil, her eyes streaming with tears, her gasps for breath and unanswered please for mercy now muffled grunts of acceptance and new lashes kissed her body.

After what seed like hundreds of lashes, she slumped in her bonds, no unconscious but past caring. The pain had long since become one dull ache consuming her entire body.

"That's enough" she heard Steve's instruction to the barmen.

Jenny didn't notice Steve wave slave S in her direction. S approached and applied large quantise of the soothing balm that Steve had used on their first night together. Rapidly she began to recover. The ministrations of slave S were not confined to the application of the balm. She took every opportunity to pinch and massage Jenny's tits and cunt lips. She was a lesbian, and Jenny hated that. Jenny knew she was perverse, but lesbians were just, sick. It was unnatural.

'Ohhhh' that felt good. She was momentarily distracted by the ministrations of S.

'Shit' Jenny thought to herself, as she tried to recoil away from the touch of S. 'How can this dyke bitch be turning me on'? And so her shame and degradation advanced to another level.

When the balm had been liberally applied, Steve returned, with Karl. Karl was carrying a clear plastic toy gardening fork and Steve had an 8 inch clear plastic rod. Jenny looked puzzled. Steve touched his plastic rod to her left breast, as she noticed him activate a stud on the handle. As the rod glowed violet, her vision went white. She could hear the crackles of electricity dancing over her sensitive breasts. Her body was bucking and contorting. Her movements were trying in vain to protect the exposed mammary. Karl's implement had similar tortures for her as he scratched it down her back, causing half a dozen furrows of pain as it went. Karl revelled in assaulting her arse cheeks and the backs of her legs with his new toy. Then after a few minutes, just as Jenny was getting breathless from her exertions; they stopped. They both stood in front of her, each with a wicked look in there eyes. Steve introduced her to her new agony first. He touched the rod to the base of her breast and applied the current as before. He traced the rod down Jenny's rib cage. The resulting contortions induced the worst cramps Jenny had her experienced. She was paralysed with pain unable to draw breath. As he stopped, she gasped for air, her body heaving in the warm evening air. Then Karl repeated the exercise on the other side of her rib cage. She screamed till the paralysis engulfed her, then fought for breath, before Steve returned to his side again. It seemed like hours, but was probably more like minutes before the two men stopped. Jenny couldn't speak. She just gasped for breath, soaked in sweat and trembling in her bonds.

"Good girl Jenny, I am very proud of you, my beautiful slave" Steve told her, as if she'd had any choice at this point. "I have another choice for you".

Jenny paused her gasping long enough to half look at Steve.

Steve continued with a satisfied look on his face. "I offer you the choice of anal sex with one of use her tonight, or a mere repeat of the mild whipping and violet wands that you have so easily coped with today". Jenny's eyes flares wide in disbelief. "I can't do that again" she whispered to Steve, hoping beyond hope that he might have some mercy on her.

He turned back to the table of people "Excellent she has chosen anal rape, to entertain us my friends". A cheer went up from the on lookers, Jenny's head dropped in defeat.

"So how can we make this interesting"? Steve Challenged "She's getting tired. I'll have to make this the last game of the night" and a muffled conversation ensued that Jenny could not overhear.

The two barmen returned and un cuffed her from the poles which had been her home for the last hour and a half. 'Oh, god' she thought to her self. It had seemed like an eternity. She began to tremble with genuine fear. She couldn't take another day of this, let alone a week or even more. Panic began to swamp her. What if they never let her go? She wanted to fight, to struggle. But she was exhausted. The pilot and co pilot carried her away to one of the huts. They were gentle, but did not speak. They gave her water, but no food. They laid her on her back on a low table and put padded ankle and wrist cuffs on her. Then her ankle cuffs were attached to a ceiling ring and a 2 litre bag was hung on the same ring. She began to struggle in vain as she realised, she was about to receive her first ever enema.

The co pilot whispered in her ear "If Jean, hadn't objected, we could have done this out side for everyone to watch" As if Jenny needed a reminder that things could ALWAYS be worse for her. The barmen took their time with the enema, they made her hold it in for over ten minutes, the cramps were painful, but nothing like the touch of the violet wands. These cramps were almost bearable by comparison.

The 'clean', rested Jenny was returned to the group. Her body was still very sensitive. She could see that the reddening from the earlier whips was already subsiding, and she could hardly tell she had been touched b a whip, let alone flayed to within an inch of unconsciousness, as she had experienced. She knew in her heart, that most if not all of the people on this island were expert at inflicting pain, while making sure the victim would be able for more shortly afterward, and she could see by the look n there eyes, this group had decided she was ready for more. She dropped her gaze in submission as the pilot linked her wrist cuffs behind her back.

Kurt stepped forward "Your master, has permitted me the honour of presenting the details of your choice of submission. I thank him for her opportunity, and I am very grateful to you for electing for such a challenging and entertaining torture this early in the week, It bodes very well for the heights of agony and depths of depravity we might achieve later in the week".

Jenny could tell he was mocking her. As if she had a choice in what they did to her now. But she did, and she had given it away by coming here. This was her choice. This is what she had agreed to. 'Fuck' she had done this to herself. She had signed up for this nightmare, willingly. These sick fucks might actually believe they were helping her live out her fantasy. She should say something, NOW! But, if she was wrong, she might never make it off this island. And so, her self loathing told her to stay quiet and take what was coming to her.

She was led to the table, with in touching distance of most of those seated at it. As she was being made to lay belly first on the table, Karl began to explain what awaited her. "On the table is good" he continued in his strong Germanic accent, "But your tits must be hanging over one end, we have very special things for your tits. My servants will now link your wrist cuffs to your ankle cuffs and they in turn will be attached to this wooden bar". The bar hung down from the light assembly over the table. She was trussed up with her ankles and wrists linked, arching her arms behind her to her ankles and attached to the one meter spreader bar. She was a magnificent sight. Head angled down, breasts hanging over the table edge exposing her arse and cunt. She felt totally humiliated by this position and feared what was to come. The position of her legs did not provide easy access for any penetration from her rear, and she was less sure than ever how this would proceed.

Enid, the older woman with the reddish brown hair, crouched to eye level with Jenny. "look my dear, I have these for you." In her hand were two of the oval, metal nipple clamps that she had seen before. She braced herself as they were closed around each nipple. They bit into her tender flesh, and she exuded soft sounds of discomfort and she fought to cope with the pain.

"And now for the rape" Karl announced proudly.

Jenny couldn't see who was behind her, but it was fingers not cock which touched her arse hole first. The fingers had no long nails, so it was most likely a man, and they were lubricated. Her tensed arse, resisted, but could not stop the slick digits parting the mouth of her arse. They probed, twisted and tugged at her arse. Jenny felt sick to her stomach and each movement subtlety induced sway in the new jewellery on her nipples. The hand, abusing her settled into a comfortable rhythm. Thumb in her arse, two fingers in her cunt and a final finger rubbing her clit. The persons for arm was pushing her hole body forward several inches then the bondage returned her to a rest state. All the time her pinched nipples were being made to sway. Jenny gave up sounds of her pain with every thrust, and through it all, the stirrings of an orgasm began to build in her belly. The wantonness began to over take the pain, and her sounds changed ever so subtly from ones of pain to ones of desire. Suddenly the hand was removed. Jenny moaned a sound of disappointment.

"Do you want more"? Steve asked. I was him behind her.

Jenny could not envisage the consequences of her answer, she could only say "Yes master, Yes, Please".

The hand returned and she was brought to orgasm in total silence from the group.

The silence was wrong, she had done something wrong, but what was it and what would the consequence be?

"Slave Jenny" Karl said. "You have enjoyed pleasure, and now you are to offer oral sex as thanks for your pleasure".

Jenny was over sexed as it was, even after the passing of her orgasm.

"Yes, I offer my mouth for my master, I want to suck him and swallow his seed" Jenny offered wantonly and willingly.

"I am sure you do" Karl replied "but you are to give oral satisfaction to those who have pleasured you".

Jenny was instantly horrified; It had not been Steve working her to orgasm. Enid and slave S crouched to be at eye level with Jenny's face, and they just smiled. Slave S had short fingernails, by the time the hand had switched to Enid, Jenny had been past caring.

A low reclining chair was brought before Jenny. Enid sat in the chair, pulling up her skirt as she did so, to reveal a neatly trimmed but aging bush. In the absence of Jenny's hands being free, Enid reached down and parted her lips. Slave S pushed Jenny's head to meet them. Jenny remained tight lipped, and did nothing.

"Ah" Steve observed. And Jenny felt something pressing at the mouth of her arse. Suddenly she began to writhe in pain as Steve activated the violet wand, then he applied pressure and it invaded into her rectum. He angled the device around every corner of Jenny's rectum. The results were spectacular and instant. She began lapping furiously at Enid's open cunt. Then Steve removed the wand. The act repulsed her, but she was to terrified to protest further. The cunt smelled as she expected, much like her own, she had never wanted to taste this. Surly she could be forced to do nothing more depraved than this. She put all her body and soul into the task, but found Enid hard to bring off. The task took much longer than she ever feared, as she searched for any tonguing action which might illicit and orgasm from her Lesbian user. Eventually she found that alternating between labia and clit with just the right frequency forced an orgasm from the older woman. This had taken nearly 10 minutes. Jenny's jaw and tongue ached. The older woman was quickly replaced with Slave S. Her cunt totally shaven and much larger, and the girth of her pelvis brought it much closer to Jenny's face. She was quickly enveloped by the flesh and muskiness of an excited twat. S bucked enthusiastically against Jenny's face. Jenny could hardly breathe, but the enthusiasm ensured that the ordeal was over quickly. Jenny was left in her bonds, her face dripping with the juices of two women. Less than twenty minutes earlier, she would not even have contemplated a lesbian act. She had sunk another level into her own voluntary hell.

For the next twenty minutes, people finished their drinks and said their good nights before retiring to their particular huts. Jenny was left, totally ignored. Eventually only Steve remained. He removed the nipple clamps and took pleasure in the pain on Jenny's face. Then he released her from her bonds. He made no effort to speak to her, and Jenny did not know what to say to him. So silently Steve led her to a hut of her own. He motioned for her to wash and pee, all while he watched. Then he gave her a little food and water before laying her on a single bed and attaching her cuffs to the four corners, leaving her spread eagled. He kissed her tenderly, and sleep took her.

Dawn broke over the island. Jenny was sleeping heavily, chained face up to her bunk. The heat was rising too. This was going to be a hot day. Steve was standing in the door way to the hut. He was watching Jenny's naked body slumbering. The rest of the island was waking too. Karl arrived at Steve's shoulder.

"She is magnificent, my friend. Are you sure you won't sell her to me"? Karl asked.

"I told you she is a neophyte, she's had less than half a dozen sessions, maybe when she's had a dozen or more and she has advanced to a level where she could understand that kind of commitment. Then and only then, I might consider selling her to you, and it would only be to you". Steve answered.

"What about today, are you ready for this"? Karl challenged,

"The question is; Is she ready for today"? Steve replied with a cruel smirk on his face.

Karl suddenly motioned his stare in the direction of Jenny. Steve's gaze followed Karl's. Jenny was awake, wide eyed, but silent. They were both unsure how much she had heard, but as she was a slave it didn't matter. Steve enjoyed explaining things to Jenny, knowing she had no choice but to listen and accept anything he said.

"Good morning slave" Steve no longer referred to her as Jenny.

"Thank you for you participation yesterday, I am glad that you did not disappoint" he said with an air implied threat in his voice.

Jenny listened intently, her mind consumed by lust. She had awoken from dreams of tortured orgasms, and fantasy's more intense than any she had ever imagined. She honestly wanted more. Her body tingled, in the morning heat. There was no evidence of the seemingly devastating assaults of the previous day. Even her whip reddened flesh had returned to its natural colour. She had survived 'un-harmed' just as promised. The look of realisation on her face was obvious to Steve and Karl.

Steve continued his menu of the day speech.

"For the next hour you will be watered, fed, exercised and cleaned up. For the last couple of months and yesterday you have experience humiliation and light stimulation. Today I want you to be tortured without mercy. To be a total slave you must suffer for your art. Is this what you want"? he asked, and before she could answer he added "be under no illusions, this will hurt. So if the choice was still yours to make, what would it have been"?

Jenny remained silent and thoughtful in her totally compromised position. Her resolve was being challenged, Bolstered by her lustful dreams, she mustered all of her courage, then she closed her eyes and almost whispered

"I wouldn't turn back now, even if I could".

"I'm glad you said that" Steve answered as he brought a riding crop down on Jenny's nearest nipple.

"Ahhh!" She screamed as the shock and pain caused through her.

Instant realisation shattered her sex filled fantasy.

"Master"! She wailed "yes Master, sorry Master, forgive me Master", the day was a few minutes old and there was already a tear forming in her eyes.

Karl and Steve un-cuffed Jenny, they gave her water and a little food, she was even allowed to use the toilet, supervised of course. A shower followed in the sun drenched court yard with all of the islands guests in attendance. Jenny was ordered to follow many instructions and requests form the guests. Soap your tits, pinch your own nipples, part you pussy lips, put your fingers up your self, bend over and pull your arse cheeks apart. Jenny's half hour shower left her clean, yet dirty from humiliation. She hated doing anything ordered by the women, but was equally as aroused by requests from the men. She was beginning to enjoy the decadence of the requests. Steve could see she was having far too much fun. The water was turned off. Within moments Jenny became aware of just how hot it could get on this island. It was already over 40 ^o C and Jenny was drying rapidly in the heat.

Steve stood up. "I have talked with slave Jenny, she understands and has agreed to be tortured as I see fit. Any plea for mercy will go unanswered.

An improvised saw horse was delivered by the barmen. It left nothing to the imagination. Its sides were solid and Jenny's feet would not be able to reach the ground. Atop the apex of the frame was a double dildo, for simultaneous anal and vaginal penetration. The dildo sizes were reasonable, save for the fact that they would be supporting all of Jenny's weight. Jenny was grateful when Enid took a tube of lubricant and applied some to the phallus's waiting for her. Karl and Steve replaced her ankle and wrist cuffs then locked her wrists behind her back. Then they lifted her and worked her on to her new instrument of torment. They lowered her gently till her crotch began to take the strain of her weight. The dildos parted her excited sex easily, as she went down to the apex. Her arse however was resisting and she was bodily tipping forward as her sphincter resisted for as long as it could. Then they both angled to enjoy the expression on her face as they let go of her, the final inch or two of cunt was filled to the opening of her womb, and her arse yielded in the straight drop down. She could feel her arse stinging, she felt the session must surly stop, but no one seemed to care. She was expected to cope with the pain and discomfort, because her torture would continue anyway.

She braced her self for what was to come. As she tried to settle to some degree of comfort, her movements were getting her hotter as she began to rock herself backward and forward on the saw horse. She felt a hand grab her left breast. There was a flash of white hot pain and she flinched to escape the assault. Steve had driven a 6" long needle into her breast just behind the areole of her nipple. She squealed as he continued to push it out the bottom of her breast.

Steve whispered in her ear, "Tell me you want the same in your right breast".

"No, I fuckin' won't master" She blurted at him.

Instantly her head was yanked backward by Karl who had been standing behind her. He shoved a ball gag into her mouth and deftly buckled it behind her head. Steve held two of the needles in her field of vision.

"Do you want two needles put through your right tit"? Steve asked her.

She shook her head, tears welling out of her pleading eyes.

"Three it is then" Steve informed her and she began to get the message. She stopped shaking her head and cocked her head to one side pleading as much as she could with just her eyes, but giving no other sign that could be interpreted as refusal and get her more needles. Jenny screamed and cried into the gag as two of the needles were inserted vertically either side of her right nipple, all the way through the breast. Her breath and heart rate were frantic, her chest heaving with exertion, sweat forming all over her body. A third needle was of the smaller hypodermic variety used by hospitals. This one was positioned on the base of the right nipple itself. She squealed and manically shook her head, while instinctively holding her chest steady. It was to no avail. Steve moved the needle upward till the resistance of the skin was overcome by the weight of her breast. The needle popped out the top of her nipple to a satisfied look from Steve.

"Would you like another ONE" he stressed "…in you left nipple".

Jenny was wide eyed with fear, but understood well enough. She tearfully nodded her surrender, and another small needle was used to horizontally adorn her left nipple.

"I think a light flogging is in order" Karl suggested.

"Be my guest" Steve invited him to make good on his offer.

Jenny received 10 lashes of the favoured soft leather flogger stroking diagonally down her back, first one side then the other. There was silent appreciation and awe on the faces of the people watching as Jenny contorted in the agony of each whip stroke. The movement it caused in her impaled tits was excruciating.

When the whipping was over, the needles were removed, but Jenny was left on the sibian saw horse. Steve took half an hour massaging the familiar soothing balm into her tortured breasts, and slowly but surely she began to feel better. She was surprised how little blood had been drawn by such a vicious attack upon her breasts.

It appeared that it was Jenny's time to rest. Attention turned to the long house.

Slave S was led out of the long house by a lead on her slave collar. Enid was holding it. Her hands were cuffed behind her back. The two of them were walking slowly. S's face was contorted in pain with every step. There was a 100g weight on each nipple, attached by crocodile clips. On her hairless cunt there was 100g on each of her labia, inner and outer, both sides, in addition another one hanging from her clit. They hung to just above her knees. Her crotch was adorned by 500g's of clanking metal. New and old tears were mixing on her checks. Enid motioned to Jean, inviting him forward. Jean raised an implement. There was a click and the violet wand came to life. With a sweeping motion he struck S in the stomach. Current form the wand arced through her body, S spasmmed and all seven of the weights bounced around as she quivered from the current. She was fighting the urge to scream, her muffled cries getting louder and louder with each passing second. But Jean did not relinquish until S had surrendered the most gut wrenching scream of pain that Jenny had ever heard. Jean, apparently was an extreme sadist. Jenny feared him over all of the others; he seemed to have no limits. S was exhausted, panting heavily for breath; her nipples and cunt were swollen red raw from the abuse of the dancing weights. Jean activated the wand again.

S looked horrified, but Enid put a hand on his wrist,

"I would remind you that S is my slave, you use her with my permission, and never to the point where she can perform no useful services".

Jean relented and handed over the wand to Enid. He shrugged and returned to his seat and drink.

Some food was served by the bar men, and everyone was given the opportunity to take a natural break. Jenny and S were made to relieve them selves in full view of everyone. S did not seem to mind, but Jenny was still deeply disturbed and embarrassed by this. All returned to the shaded table by the pool. Jenny and S were kneeling at the feet of there respective Master and Mistress.

Karl once again took the floor to speak.

"it is time to, how do you say? Move up a gear"

Jenny's heart sank, 'More'? 'Surely not' she thought to herself.

Karl continued "Jenny and S have suffered quite deliciously for us this morning. But I feel that Jenny still has many new boundaries to discover".

Deep down Jenny wasn't certain she could take much more. As if reading her mind Steve responded.

"Jenny is progressing well, I am very proud of her. I think she has taken enough physical torment for one day. I will push that limit further tomorrow. For now I think she deserves some pleasure, but I want to know how depraved an act she will perform to be rewarded with it" Steve said as all eyes rested on Jenny.

She briefly glanced up, looking at the evil looks of glee on the faces of the guests and she dropped her head in shame waiting what ever was to come.

"Jenny, answer clearly and loudly enough for everyone to hear;

"If I instruct you will you will you use your fingers to pleasure yourself for the amusement of everyone here"? Steve Asked.

Jenny answered without looking up "Yes master, of course Master."

"If I instruct you will you will you suck the cock of every man here for my amusement"? Steve Asked.

With only a slight hesitation Jenny answered "Yes Master."

"When I instruct you will you will you eat the pussy of every woman here for my amusement"? Steve Asked.

Jenny answered "Yes Master". In a resigned tone.

"So when I command it, you will fuck anything I tell you to"? Steve questioned.

Jenny answered "Yes Master, of course".

"I know you do not favour women, you have made that obvious and will be punished for it later in the week or now as the case may be. I offer you a choice. Eat the pussy of all the women here or suck off a pig and then be fucked by a dog".

There was genuine surprise on Jenny's face. She couldn't believe what was being asked of her. She detested women as sexual partners, but animals? That was bestiality, how could she? The choice was impossible, but she had to make one – she wished for inspiration, and it came to her – she couldn't go near another woman, but anything she chose would please her master.

"I will go with the animals" she offered meekly".

A large dog was brought forward by the pilot and the co pilot brought the pig on a similar leash.

"It pleases me to know what you would choose first; felatio with the pig or copulation with the canine"? Steve's definitions almost gave the acts credibility. Jenny considered not complying, but thought better of it.

She chose being used to end the experience, and so requested the pig first.

The pig was pristine clean and had a small dick. Jenny could be thankful for that. Steve instructed her that she must use her mouth only, and was to bring the pig to orgasm, then swallow any semen, that the pig produced. With a sick making feeling in her stomach, Jenny nodded her compliance.

She was taken to the pig, the pig penis hung from the underside of it's torso. There was a distinctive smell to the animal, which did not serve to sexually arouse her.

Jenny concentrated on the job at hand, her mouth went to work, licking at the small pile of skin. It wasn't long before the pigs shaft began swelling in size and activity. The pig's organ grew rapidly and far larger than Jenny imagined it could. It rapidly grew to the size of a man's penis. It was red, and somehow raw to the touch and taste. Jenny settled into a steady rhythm, sucking the head and licking the shaft. After a time the pig began to buck slightly, and sure enough the animals orgasm followed. Jenny convinced herself that she would swallow quickly so as not to taste the seed of the beast. She was to be thwarted. The pig came a moderate portion into her mouth, and she swallowed as she had planned barely tasting the thick vile liquid. Then the animal came again, and again, and again. Was there to be no end to this torment? And she realised the pig had been chosen because it came so much for so long, that she could not help but be totally humiliated by the experience. She continued to imbibe the creatures spend, praying all the time that she would not retch up the contents of her animal filled stomach. The pig came quantities of spunk for over a minute. Jenny consumed it all. The sated animal was taken away. Jenny looked around the group. There faces were a mix of revulsion and glee. Without a word being spoken, Jenny could imagine their thoughts 'that she was a slut who would do anything' and Jenny's fear was that they might be right.

She heard panting, she had almost forgotten the dog.

Steve called to the crowd "from the front or behind"?

Half of the group responded instantly "from the front of course"!

Jenny hadn't understood the meaning at first, then it became apparent, the barmen laid her on the table face up. Her buttocks and legs were hanging over one end. Her arms were held by the barmen and her legs were attached to the base of the table legs and a small plinth was put between them. The Alsatian eagerly mounted the plinth and began sniffing her crotch and body. It lapped at her slit, the canine tongue burrowing it's way into her sex, lubricating as it went. Jenny felt her expression must be one of pure horror. The dog slinked up her beautiful frame, it's fur covering her crotch and belly. Suddenly she felt a hot, sticky, sharp prod front the canines rampant member. The dog bucked and prodded dozens of times, without successfully breaching her labia. Jenny began to fear the dogs growing inpatients. She was willing the animal to fuck her, but only for the act to be over. There was no desire on her part to be fucked by a dog? Was there? Dam! She actually wanted to know what it would be like to be fucked by this dog. This was her only chance ever to experience the sickest things imaginable without any comebacks. So she relaxed and let it happen.

The dog found its mark and the dogs dick cleaved into her. There was no subtlety. This was an animalistic assault. The plunge into her was shocking enough, but the outward stroke was pure agony, she screamed and gasped for air from the shock. It felt like the dog was attached to her insides. Her face said all that she could not vocalise through the pain.

Steve called to her and the group at the same time "The dogs dick is now fully engaged, The barb of the animals dick will not let it withdraw until it has ejaculated. This prevents other animals in the pack from mating with its chosen female. Of course here, it guarantees Jenny, the most intensely painful fuck of her young life".

The dog finally came. Jenny couldn't feel it, she had long since been lost at the point were the pain of the dogs dick had dulled to something near bearable. In-fact, it was amazing what she was beginning to find bearable. The barmen made the dog withdraw and a trickle of thin clear/white dog cum seeped from her cunt into the crack of her arse. There were faint scratches on her torso and her belly and her breasts were covered in dog slobber.

Enid spoke, breaking the silence" S. Clean that up at once". And all were treated to the spectacle of slave S licking sucking the dog cum from Jenny's assaulted cunt. She was to traumatised to resist, so again she let it happen. S liked her clean, from her crotch to her breasts, grinding her body against Jenny as she went. She finished by drawing her face level with Jenny's and kissing her on the lips. This rapidly developed into a full French tonguing, complete with newly acquired dog breath. Jenny could take no more, and she began to sob, in abject misery.

S stopped and the group applauded. There was an air of anticipation and Jenny knew that her ordeal was not over

Karl stepped forward.

"Jenny" He said "Your master, Steve, has offered me the chance to instruct you about your next choice. You are offered the decision between total degradation and total pain, for our amusement, of course".

Jenny was still too traumatised to fully comprehend. Karl knew this and continued his explanation. If you choose total degradation; you will be subjected to the most vile and depraved forms of abuse imaginable, not least of which; a forced enema. The contents of which you will be made to eat, and should you vomit during the humiliation, you will be made to eat the enema materials and any vomit that you produce. If you choose total pain, you will be subjected to horrendous agonies that we have ready for you, till the pain causes you to loose consciousness. In the event of either choice your misery will provide exquisite entertainment for your master and the assembled guests. There was silence as all waited for Jenny's impossible answer. She couldn't envisage consuming vomit and shite, it was too horrible to contemplate. The pain however, She felt she could bear more easily than the degradation.

"pain" She answered, quietly, through her sobs.

"Pain she wants and pain she will get" Karl reverberated in a loud tone.

Jenny already feared what she was letting herself in for.

"Your agony will await you tomorrow morning". Karl informed her.

"Now you will truly know what it is to be a slave. To truly suffer for another's pleasure. I am very proud of you". Steve said to her. And on some strange level, that really mattered to Jenny. Steve being proud of her somehow made this whole nightmare, bearable. It made her want the next stage. She actually wanted to know if she could take more. She knew that tomorrow she would be screaming in agony. Sexually tormented and humiliated for the amusement of her master and his cronies, and this aroused her.

Jenny was taken to a locked room and allowed to rest unmolested for the rest of the day. And so she lost herself in masturbation and anticipation of things to come.

Jenny awoke to the sound of her room lock opening. When the door opened; Steve was standing there, wearing a pair of leather trousers and nothing else. He looked magnificent. His body appeared oiled, and his hair unkempt but stylish. He was alone.

"Jenny" he said in a very serious tone "today is the last day that you will spend as a neophyte slave. After today's tortures you will be an experienced slave. Today will be very difficult for you. During the course of the day you will regret choosing the path of a true slave. You will beg for mercy; but none will come. You will suffer pain beyond your worst imaginings and you will survive".

"I have never been so proud and so impressed as I am of you. And no one I have encountered has ever progressed to such an advanced level as quickly as you have". Steve continued.

"If you are not ready to continue or you just want to stop. I offer you that choice right now". Steve offered.

There was a long silence, Jenny had thought the day to come was inevitable, she didn't expect to be given another choice. It occurred to her that she had the option, here and now to spare her self any further pain and humiliation. Despite her arousal at the thought of the sexual torments to come, she did harbour much trepidation and fear as to her ability to with stand the ordeal.

"May I ask a question, Master" she posed most respectfully.

"Yes" Steve answered,

"If I request not to go through with today, what will happen then"?

"As per our agreement, we will terminate the relation ship, and you will be free to return home". Steve reminded her.

"I don't want that, master. I want to stay with you, do anything to me master, but don't make me go away from you" she pleaded, with true passion in her voice.

"Anything"? Steve quizzed her.

"Yes, Master" !?!? She responded, half questioning his challenge.

"I have promised not to permanently harm you, if you are choosing to have anything happen to you, I will accept that anything will include some permanent modification to you that will mark you as mine. I will keep it discrete and concealable from your every day life. Do you wish this"?

Jenny thought long and hard before responding "Could I know what it is you will do to me before I answer"?

Steve responded "I offer one better than that, If you agreed to proceed and to be marked permanently by me, I will let you choose between the two options I have in mind.

She wanted to proceed and Steve gave her the choices. At the end of this week Jenny would be adorned with a clit ring bearing Steve's seal. They walked out of Jenny's cell together and headed toward the pool area.

Jenny was treated to an enema, showered, and her body oiled with the now familiar salve, and other herbal oils. Padded leather wrist and ankle cuffs once again adorned her extremities and Yolanda and Caroline, fixed her hair in a very becoming pony tail. She was treated to make-up that would not run even in a strenuous gymnasium session. Jenny looked and felt terrific. She was the main attraction and she knew it. Even slave S appeared to be a little jealous of Jenny. Thought it all, there was a tension and Jenny trembled ever so slightly at the thought of what was to come.

"Let the torture begin"! Steve announced to all assembled.

Jenny's heart fluttered briefly in panic. Of course it was too late, she was now committed to her fate.

Steve walked to Jenny and reached out to her breasts. He pinched her nipples, hard. Then he twisted them past 180 ^o till she cried out in pain and her knees began to buckle. As Steve released his grip, she saw the look of lust and satisfaction on his face. This was clearly nothing more than a taster of what was coming.

Steve motioned with his hand. A wooden frame was brought from behind the main building. It was about four feet tall, and was angled back about 30 ^o from vertical. Jenny was attached to the frame, her ankles a meter apart. Her arms were fixed at her sides, but away from her body. She formed a beautiful human Christmas tree. And as the frame angled her backward slightly; every part of her body was accessible and her breast were presented perfectly, jutting forward. There was a small padded head rest which prevented her head falling back to far. This meant her face and any expressions of pain would always be visible to her audience.

When Jenny was secured Steve fell silent. He motioned to the 'barmen' and a trolley was brought over. Jenny's eyes widen with horror. The trolley contained; several candles, a cat of nine tails, a riding crop, a violet wand, several types of nipple clamps and chains. There was a selection of weights ranging from a few grams up to half a kilogram. Jenny however was transfixed by the second shelf of the trolley. Laid out on that shelf were 20 map pins, 10 clothes pegs, and 10 hypodermic needles ends. But next to these, Jenny's eyes fixed on a bunch of green leaves which she instantly recognised as stinging nettles. Her horror and disbelief however was drawn to the jar next to them. It contained three of the biggest and most angry looking wasps she had ever seen. They were much darker than the European variety that she knew, and their sting tails looked positively armoured, like they could go through anything. She had the foresight not to say anything, but was wide eyed and very visibly shaking her head in disbelief and a total negative.

Steve smiled. There was a murmur of approval from the guests.

Steve moved toward Jenny, her eyes were filling with tears; she opened her mouth to protest. Steve filled it with a ball gag, that had been in is hand all along. Jenny lost all hope as her last possible protest was silenced. The look in her eyes turned from fear to resigned dread.

The first assault came from the violet wand. Her torso and tits were repeatedly traced with purple arcs of energy. Her body tensed and trembled as each bank of muscles were charged in turn. In a matter of minutes her body was dancing hypnotically on her frame of woe. Perspiration was forming all over her body.

When Steve considered her suitably 'warmed up', He affixed a clamp to the flesh under each breast. They were connected by a chain. Jenny braced her self and parted with no more than a moan from behind her gag. But this became far more vocal as Steve placed a 200 gram weight to the chain. The soft flesh on the underside of her tits was bitten harshly by the clamps. The pain was excruciating, and she squealed and began to sob from behind her gag. Next Steve applied a clothes peg to each areola of her breasts, taking great care to leave the nipples themselves free of obstruction.

Jenny's eyes were now screwed tightly shut as she fought to handle the pain.

So, she did not see the first of the map pins pushed into the top of her right breast. Her eyes shot open and there was a muffled wail from her gagged mouth. The pin into the top side of her other breast hurt even more, as she tensed, anticipating the pain.

Her suffering deepened as two hypodermic needles were used to form a cross through each exposed nipple. A tiny trickle of blood leaked from each nipple and her body trembled in agony. She remained un-assaulted for the next few minutes and slowly began to grow accustomed to the pain. Jenny did not realise it yet, but the next torture would only commenced when her trembling stopped. She had been timed and Steve and Karl were most impressed with the short length of time before her trembling subsided, indicating she had come to 'manage' the pain.

Steve continued with a lit candle and dripped molten wax across her chest and down onto her belly. Although Jenny squirmed with each new fall of hot wax, she was obviously copping with little difficulty. Steve continued till there was a generous coating of wax on her upper torso. The cooled wax was now protecting her from new falls of hot wax, and she had ceased to squirm at all. With this Steve stopped and exchanged his candle for the ridding crop. Now Jenny understood.

Steve struck her belly, once with the crop, flat and hard; a section of cooled wax fell to the ground. Jenny braced herself for the next strike. It came to her breasts, dislodging more wax and lighting new fire in her pierced and weighted breasts. Jenny felt as though her breasts were on fire. She had long since lost count of the strikes on her breasts and torso, but was aware that they were a uniform red glow. Finally, the barrage stopped, as a voice from the guest table confirmed she was now free of wax. Until now she had not noticed that she was streaming with tears, and sobbing uncontrollably. The pain had not ended. Steve reached forth and removed the needles and pins from her breast. This stung. Then he removed the pegs from each nipple; The return of blood to the clamped sections of flesh was nothing less than liquid fire, Jenny cried a guttural animalistic growl through her teeth clenched over the ball gag and her knees buckled hard, her head tossing from side to side in tortured agony. Then the torment was repeated as the weighted chain was also removed.

She was left to hang in her bonds while the guests enjoyed drinks and snacks.

Jenny felt as though her breasts were totally mutilated, and as if to read her mind Steve brought a mirror, after only five minutes to rest, her breasts looked like they had hardly been touched.

"There, you see, you can easily take much more that that" Steve informed her, and Jenny's heart sank still further. That had been the most painful experience she had ever known, how could there possibly be more?

The table was being cleared and Jenny realised her torment would soon resume. She tried to brace herself and for the first time, found herself praying to survive her ordeal.

Yolanda approached Jenny with a cloth in her hand, it was a wipe with antiseptic, her breasts were cleaned, but the medication did not sting, her tiny pin wounds were adequately healed.

"The second act" Karl announced.

Steve had taken a seat with the guests; He had given Jenny to Karl.

Jenny's gaze fixed on Steve in accusation of his betrayal. So she did not see Karl approach and clamp his hand to her crotch. Her surprise was the cause of much amusement from Steve and the guests.

One of Karl's fingers slowly and deliberately pushed between the lips of Jenny's cunt. She was sopping wet, much to her embarrassment, but she felt that Karl would have pushed on regardless. He worked her to something approaching pleasure. She had almost forgotten her surroundings. Then his fingernails dug into her clit, wrenching her back to her 'torture garden'.

Her legs were fixed so that she could not close them to fend off Karl's attentions.

Karl used the riding crop and spanked the inside of her thigh, first one side then the other, he spanked her hips. He took great pleasure in watching each expression of pain on her face as his crop landed on its next target. He continued to strike a specific area until her struggling and cries subsided. Then he knew she was becoming accustomed to the pain, so he would move on to another region. He continued to assault her thighs hips and belly till he was satisfied with his outer work. Now he pinched her labia, distending and stretching them apart before turning his attention to her crotch. Directing strikes straight on to her pussy. This gave him the most pleasure. He could see her painful arousal from these strikes and he loved the shame and degradation it brought to Jenny. His gaze never wavered from her face. He didn't want to miss an instant of her anguish. He nodded to Yolanda, and she removed the ball gag. Jenny stretched her jaw and reacquainted her self with what little freedom this afforded her. Then the nightmare began. Karl's Germanic tones began to echo in her ears.

"You love this. Don't you"? He asked, Jenny was suddenly horrified, HE wanted an answer. He was going to make her ask for the degradations he was heaping upon her. Her heart sank and she dutifully answered;

"Yes Master, I want it".

"What is it that you want"? He challenged her.

"I want to please you, master" She replied, hoping that was all she need offer.

"How, do you want to please me and how much are you offering and asking to take, in order to please me, your master Steve and all of the guests here"? Karl asked.

Jenny looked to Steve for help; none came, as he was as interested in her answer as everyone else. Jenny was alone. Her continued fate was in her hands and the silent pause was becoming uncomfortably long.

Jenny raised her eyes to the sky, too fearful to look in Kurt's direction. And composed herself.

"I want to suffer for you and my master" She answered clearly, almost completely devoid of emotion.

"Do you not want to suffer for our guests, as well"? Kurt quizzed her.

"No" She replied. "I want to please my master, and the one whom he has given permission to use me. Nothing else matters".

Kurt was speechless, Steve was immensely proud, and he beamed an incredible smile to prove it.

It was Kurt's turn to look toward Steve for inspiration. Steve merely motioned that Kurt could continue .Then he returned to looking smug.

Jenny was magnificently composed, almost regale. Kurt was determined to regain the upper hand. He picked up a map pin from the trolley and closed till his and Jenny's feet met. His left had reached out and he laid his palm flat on the middle of Jenny's chest. His right hand rose slowly and deliberately and he punctured the outer mons of her vagina just right of centre. There was a deep gulp of pain, but she did not cry out, so none of the crowd heard it. Kurt reached for and inserted another pin to the left of her open cleft. Again a muffled sound came, but no wail of pain. Her eyes were glazed but not tearful. He just wasn't getting the reaction he wanted. He took a third pin and jabbed it hard into her crotch, stabbing into the soft flesh of her labia and driving almost to the pelvic bone. She yelped an "ouch"! Steve rose immediately. Kurt, need I remind you than none of us have the right to damage another's slave beyond the ability to serve.

Steve now stood at Kurt's side.

"Perhaps it would be better if we do this together" as if to plicate Kurt's rage and embarrassment; "Forgive me, I cannot tear myself away and feel I must participate" . Steve offered, and Kurt reluctantly nodded.

Jenny allowed herself to smile. As she said nothing else mattered now. She was a slave, Steve's slave and she gave herself freely. Her mind was no longer in turmoil. All she wanted now was to please Steve, and she was curious if just pain alone could bring on a orgasm.

While she was wondering, Steve and Kurt took half of the singing nettles each and ran them up the inside of her legs, avoiding her crotch but tracing up her torso and around her tits. Jenny took an intake of breath that seemed to last as long as the pain. Fire rose up the front of her body and she thrashed all she could, still stifling her own cries. The first cry did not come till Steve and Kurt used the nettles as crops to whip her breasts, each new strike, raising red stripes quickly followed by tine white lumps. Her cries were loud and satisfying. Every new nettle strike elicited a new shout or scream from her. After ten strokes, they ceased. Jenny was sobbing and gyrating in her bonds, her face contorted in pain. The only thought in Steve's mind was that he wanted to fucker into oblivion right now. She was without doubt the sexiest creature he had ever known. Right now, pained, marked and sweating he had never seen a more beautiful woman.

"Jenny, what do you want now"? Steve offered.

"Make me cum master…Pleeeeeease" She begged. "Make me cum with the nettles and the wasps".

She raised her head and looked into Steve's eyes. There was no more to be said.

Steve fixed a penis gag into her mouth and whispered in her ear. "This is to stop you from biting your tongue; should the pain get too much for you". Jenny just nodded slightly then rested her head back.

Kurt and Steve each took a wasp by the body so they could direct its tail. They had stinging nettles in their other hand. They took turns alternately striking her crotch with the nettles in upper cut strokes. Her cunt was becoming inflamed and she thrashed her body as never before. Her juices ran down her legs, her hips were bucking forward, almost looking for the nettles. Sweat rolled down her body and her breath was quickening. Steve could sense her orgasm of pain building, he nodded to Kurt and they both threw down there nettles. Kurt went about removing the map pins and Steve began to rub her pained clit furiously. She came quickly and powerfully. Kurt used his had to part her outer lips from above then both he and Steve inserted the tail of their wasp into her inner labia…… It was then that Jenny knew if she could come from pain alone.