The agony of Jessie

The Agony of Jessie

 

Part 1

 

Amy woke just as the plane was banking for final approach into the international airport. Seated beside her on the flight was Jessie Gomez. The 18-year-old was still asleep, oblivious to the stares of the male passengers in first class, who could hardly miss the blond teen in her tight blouse and short skirt. Adding to it were her air-conditioned chilled nipples clearly visible through the thin white material. Her skirt was so short that the fabric rode up her thighs and gave a good look on her long and well built legs. Little did she know that her best friend Amy had been requested to keep an eye on her during the flight. Her orders had come directly from Rachel, a Domme and former friend of Amy, who contacted her by email. The trip had been pleasant enough, everything first class. Rachel was always caring for both quality and transport of her merchandise.

 

Jessie stirred a bit as the landing gear descended, she had no idea that her shopping trip on daddy's credit cards was about to end. As they rolled to a stop Amy could see that their transportation was waiting, a dark van and Mistress Rachel, ready to escort the unknowing teen to her new nice and expensive home. She smiled, all was as it should be. After a final approach up the coast they landed smoothly at the international airport. Amy waited on the plane till Jessie reached her new Mistress. With swift efficiency Rachel placed her in the van. Amy waved at them and left with a smile.

 

'What is this all about!' Jessie screamed angrily. ‘Slaves only speak when ordered to’, was the crisp and short answer of Rachel. ‘You are to be taken to my house near here and trained into a pretty nice slave.’ Jessie looked defiant but said nothing. Her lips parted slightly, her breathing went light and fast. ‘Take off your blouse!’ The first order snapped out. Jessie blushed. ‘May I please keep my clothes on’, she whispered. She hardly saw Rachel’s hand as it lashed across her face. She screamed with the sudden pain. Tears filled her eyes. ’Take off that fucking blouse now or I’ll rip it to shreds!’ hissed Rachel. With a sob Jessie’s hands moved to the top button of the white blouse. Her humiliation was about to begin.

 

The first button slipped open, the blouse parted slightly at the neck, the girl’s hands moved to the next button, the blouse opened further, her creamy white skin was exposed. ’Turn to face me, slave!’ ordered Rachel. Jessie faced her tormentor, and dropped her trembling fingers to the next button. It slipped open. Meekly the slavegirl reached for the collar of her blouse and pulled it open. The black lace of her bra was now revealed, the thin, black shoulder straps contrasting with her creamy flesh. ‘Carry on!’ breathed Rachel. With tears in her eyes and head lowered, Jessie pulled open the forth button, the swell of her breasts was now clearly visible beneath the black lace of the flimsy bra. The last two buttons strained as Jessie again pulled open her blouse. ‘Rip them off!’ snarled Rachel. Jessie looked at her new Mistress in horror, her eyes widened. ’Do it Slave!’ snapped Rachel. With a helpless sob the girl wrenched the blouse open. The last buttons flew off and fell on the floor. The blouse was now open to the waist. ‚Take it right off and give it to me’, ordered Rachel.

 

Slowly, silently the slavegirl slipped the blouse from her nude shoulders. She felt the cool air caress her nude back. She handed the discarded blouse to her Mistress. ‚The skirt’, said Rachel. Jessie sighed submissively. She found the zip of her skirt. It parted, she felt the skirt slip down her legs. She pulled the released garment down her smooth long legs, she bent down and handed it to her Mistress. Rachel opened her door and let the skirt with the girl’s discarded blouse fall on the asphalt of the airport. Then she shut the door again and looked at her newest slavegirl. Jessie lay back in her seat, her arms submissively at her sides. Tears of fear filled her eyes as she looked at Rachel, her blond hair fell over her nude shoulders .The skimpy black lace bra barely covered her heaving breasts, they thrust against the thin bra, her erect nipples were plainly visible. Rachel’s lust filled eyes roamed over the body of her slavegirl, soon she knew she would experience the sexual pleasure of seeing the whip cut into that smooth nude flesh. She could feel her love juices beginning to flow. Soon this girl would be utterly nude and helpless at her feet.

 

Jessie was breathless with fear now, beads of perspiration ran down her half nude body, her thin half slip stuck to her thighs. Rachel’s eyes travelled slowly down the long beautiful legs. She looked again at the tear stained face. Jessie’s parted lips formed the words ‘Please no’, but no sound came. Rachel watched her calmly. 'Rule number one’, she said grinning at Jessie, 'slaves have to be bare.' Jessie blushed in shame. Her eyes widened in horror as she watched her Mistress take a heavy evil looking whip from the backseat. ‘Take off the bra and your panties now!’ Rachel’s voice was low and full of menace. With a hopeless sob the girl opened her lace bra behind her back und let it sink down. Firm round breasts became visible, the erected brown nipples stuck out from their small aureoles. With a helpless look at the heavy whip in her Mistress’s hands Jessie slipped her hands into her panties and eased the tiny garment down her nude legs. She removed them completely, bent down to pick them up. ‘Give it all to me’, Rachel hissed. She put the flimsy bra and Jessies panties to her other clothes on the cold asphalt outside the van. ‘Now sit still, hands behind your back, thighs open, eyes forward!’ Rachel started the motor. Jessie watched how the van left the airport, away from her clothes and away from her freedom. She was about to enter a world of slavery, humiliation, pain and sexual degradation.

 

While the van was driving along the highway Rachel touched Jessie's pussy and massaged her pubic mound gently. She slowly pushed her middle finger part-way into Jessie’s hole and rubbed up and down her slit. Jessie felt a warm rush through her body as she got aroused; Rachel rubbed fast then slow yet avoided Jessie’s clit. Rachel stopped, removed her hand and left Jessie eager for more. When she was sure, her desires were down again, Rachel’s right hand went back to Jessie’s pussy and carried on playing with her slit and hole. She pushed first one then two fingers gently into the hole. Jessie squirmed as she got hotter and hotter. The pleasure was mounting, but Rachel had other plans. She removed her hand a second time and let Jessie long for more, before she now twisted Jessie’s nipples cruelly and pulled them out. Jessie moaned and shuddered, but there was no release. Rachel smiled when she put her hand back on the wheel, watching Jessie sobbing in discomfort.

 

After a while they arrived at the high walled area of Rachels home, the ten-foot high metal doors slid open as they quickly pulled into the parking area next to a white washed building. ‘Get out of the car, bitch!’ Rachel exclaimed. ‘Follow me!’ With these words Rachel stormed across the car-park as Jessie stumbled out of her car, locked it, and followed her hurriedly into the house. The rooms were large and luxurious. Expensive furnitures and thick carpets advertised affluence. When they arrived the livingroom Rachel forced Jessie on her knees, hands on her back. ‘What I tell you now, I will tell you only once’, she said with a stern voice. “So you better listen to my words!’ She walked around her new slavegirl and contemplated Jessie.

She was young and beautiful, as most of her slaves were. Just a sophomore in high school, not even a really woman yet, though her body certainly looked like one. At five feet six inches tall, she weighed a mere 110 pounds. Skinny by most standards, though not waifish at all. Not fully developed, just a 32B, but with a strong, athletic body and long well shaped legs. Short, light chestnut hair set off her dark brown eyes. Eyes that were now filled with tears. She tried to glance over her shoulder at her new Mistress, only to be rewarded with a slap of the riding crop, Rachel now holds in her hands. ‘Eyes forward!’ the order came. Jessie turned her head.

 

‘You are stripped of all rights and status as a person from now on’, Rachel proclaimed. Jessie looked on in stunned silence as her Mistress strapped a thick leather collar around her neck. ‘You are going to spend the rest of your life as a slave. Learn to accept your situation. You will receive training and every new lesson is to help you transgress to the next level. To willingly accept what ever happens to you knowing you have no will of your own to stop it.’ With that, Rachel brought the sting of her thin black crop across Jessies ass cheeks. The shock and sting woke her from the mental fog she was in hanging onto every word her Mistress just spoke in her ears. ’Remember girl, you are nothing more than property. You lost all your privileges and desires. You will get only what I want you to have, and I will take anything I want.’

 

Jessie was despairing. She didn’t really understand what was going on with her. From on to the other moment she was a slave, she realized, without clothes, without rights, without anything a normal girl in her age owns. Tears ran down her unblemished cheeks. ‘Don't worry, my little slut’, Rachel tried to comfort her, ‘you'll loose this shyness soon enough. The things you'll be made to do and in front of whomever I will chose, before the week is out, you’ll be happy to only stay naked in front of strangers. You will live in my house, you will not be able to leave. There always will be a guard outside the door, twenty-four hours a day, whose sole duty is to see that you won’t go out. There is no telephone. And of course there are no clothes, as I told you before, a slave doesn’t need any. You will be kept naked, all the time, naked and ready to receive whomever, whereever and whenever someone will appear.’

 

Rachel smiled at her victim. ‘What I demand from you, my dear, is nothing less than your total submission, body and soul. I intend to make you one of the best slaves ever, starting right now. From this moment on you and your body will belong to me, day and night. Your only purpose in life will be to serve and obey me. Your mouth, your breasts, your belly and backside are no longer your own, but entirely under my command. I don’t tolearte any disobedience or any failures. Be sure that I will punish you. Do you understand?’ The stunned and appalled Jessie found it impossible to answer: a knot of fear and anguish choked her throat. What did she do that she got into this situation?

 

‘Stand up!’ Rachel hissed. ‘Legs apart, hands on your back, breasts out, head up, eyes straight forward!’ When Jessie didn’t react immediately she received a hard slap with the crop. ‘Any orders will be obeyed without hesitation in future, do you understand, slave?’ ‘Yes, yes yes’, screamed Jessie and hurried to rise and get into the position, Rachel had ordered. ‘You might as well get used to be naked not only in front of me, but also in front of strangers. This will happen many times in your training.’ Jessie, trembling in strange anticipation and fear, stood there and felt like a piece of meat. She did not know how she would handle the situation. ‘Please let me go’, she whispered. Her voice very low, hoping that this was all a dream and she would wake up anywhere. 'You have a very beautiful body, slave’, Rachel answered without any reaction to Jessies plea. ‘You will be required to be in this pose many times as it will thrust your breasts out and spread your legs. In this way your body is perfectly available for many purposes. You have very lovely breasts. They are like tiny apples with nice nipples. And your legs are very long and slender. You certainly have a body that was built for sex. Turn around, so I may see your ass.’

 

Jessie turned her back to her Mistress. "Yes, that is very lovely. Lower your hands and bend over, but do not bend your knees and grab your ankles.’ Jessie could feel the cool air slide up between her thighs. ‘Spread your legs more, further, yes, that's better. A woman is truly sensuous when she is spreading herself open. You have a beautiful ass, I am getting to take pleasure in it later. It is also made for a sound spanking. You will receive spankings, not so much as a punishment, but because I want to. Your naked ass will excite me. Now turn and face me again, hands down. Step a little bit closer, so I may touch you if I desire.’ Jessie moved closer to her Mistress, who now could reach out and touch her body. ‘Spread your legs, slave!’ Rachel barked. ‘If I give you an order I want you to follow it strictly!’ Jessie began to turn red in embarrassment at what she was being forced to do. She shoved her feet apart well knowing that her pussy was getting on display.

 

‘Bend over and lean forward a little bit. I want to see your breasts.’ Jessie bent over, her breasts hanging open. ‘A little more, yes, you have lovely breasts, Jessie. Now stand tall, and then lace your hands behind your head. Let me see your lovely breasts.’ Jessie cringed at the request. She felt like running away and crying. But the crop in her Mistress’s hands told her another story. She would have to comply. ‘Hands behind your head, I will not repeat myself’, Rachel’s voice boomed. ‘Your reluctance will cost you, now obey immediately.’

 

Jessie jumped at the anger in Rachel's voice. She was afraid of the consequences and her arms went quickly behind her neck, fingers laced, elbows forward. Her young naked breasts caught the cool air in the room and her nipples hardened, standing tall, the first time another person had seen them. A flash of excitement, but also feared rushed through Jessie. Her eyes met Rachel's. Rachel abruptly stepped closer, her face only inches from Jessie's. She startled into her eyes, seeing the fear. Her glance went down to her breasts. She always enjoyed the breasts of a young girl. Jessie's breasts were so firm, the nipples hard, her chest heaving from the fear. She watched her eyes follow her stare, her hands reaching up to touch them.

 

Jessie was shocked and almost pushed back when Rachel stood. She watched in slow motion as her hand moved toward her naked breasts. What would it feel like when she touched her? She braced her body as first one hand, than the other encircled her tender breasts for the first time. She could feel her nipples harden as her hand clenched her breast tightly, squeezing them like a sponge. She gasped in sudden shock, not expecting the reaction from her body. She began to feel the excitement of the moment. Here she was being forced to stay naked and her naked body was being stroked and she was beginning to enjoy it. She wanted more. Rachel could feel the change in Jessie.  She pushed her breasts into her hands. She moved toward her nipples, grabbing it between two fingers and began to pinch them lightly.

 

‘Oh, God, please don't do that’, Jessie cried, her breath coming in short bursts. Rachel’s fingers began to become more insistent, the pinch becoming harder, pain beginning to mix with the pleasure, her nipples forced hard between his fingers. ‘That's beginning to hurt, please don't do that.’ ‘Stand perfectly still, you must let me have my way with your body. Let the pleasure overcome the pain. You will have to learn to love the pain. I will take great pleasure inflicting pain on your body. That is what I require of you.’ Her fingers began to pull on her nipples, forcing them out. She pulled them up, Jessie forced to stand on her toes to release some of the pleasure. Jessie looked lovely, on her toes, her breasts pulled up by her nipples, a grimace on her face from the pain Rachel was inflicting on her breasts.

 

Rachel suddenly released her nipples, her breasts falling back down, her feet back flat on the floor. She stepped back again. Jessie stood tall, her breasts thrust out, her legs spread wide, her pussy opening to the cool air. ‘Turn and bend over with your legs spread. I want to see your asshole.’ Jessie flushed with embarrassment, turned, her back to Rachel and began to bend over. She did not expect that it would be this humiliating. She began to bend over. ‘Reach back with your hands and spread your cheeks apart. I want to see that tiny asshole.’ Cringing in humiliation, Jessie did as she was ordered. Her cheeks spread open, the cool air blowing on her asshole. ‘Beautiful, now turn again and face me and assume the position.’ Jessie did as she was told, breasts pushed out, legs spread, her pussy opening. ‘Spread your pussy lips open so I may see your pink insides.’ Jessie complied, her fingers grasping her pussy lips, spreading them open. She realized that Rachel could see the pussy juice on her pussy. ‘You are enjoying this, aren't you. You are wet.’

 

‘No, you are making me do this. I don't want to do it, you are humiliating me’, tears running down her cheeks. Rachel could see that her slave was aroused. She did not want her to know this, but it was evident. ‘A slave who is enjoying her humiliation, can’t be a good slave’, Rachel explained. ‘How can humiliation be humiliating then? I don’t want my slave in pleasure, but in agony. The agony of a slave is the most exquisite sight in the world…’

 

 

Part 2

 

A whip in her hand, Rachel stepped back a few paces and let her gloating eyes take in the details she found so stimulating. Long blonde hair, somewhat darkened and matted now with sweat, but still glorious, cascading down over the creamy back and shoulders, now partially obscuring, now revealing the tormented face; hands behind her head, lovely, defenseless breasts pulled upward and outward, their bruised brown nipples pointing towards her; taut-skinned stomach, a flawless expanse of luscious flesh; thighs, breathtaking in shape, and sensuously molded calves, dangling, writhing, jerking reflexively; small, beautiful feet, the pain-contorted but still pretty face; the open mouth, from which will soon issue terrible piercing screams which will make her heart beat with fierce joy, and from which now came hoarse, inarticulate whimpering noises, piteous and lovely to hear; the eyes, normally a vivid and sparkling blue, now dull and glazed with suffering, wild and unfocused in their torment, until, as she watched her, they came slowly and gradually to focus on her face, begging in a mute and hopeless despair, pleading silently and desperately with her to desist at last, to stop her relentless and unbearable torture.

 

‘I want you to stand absolutely still, slave’, she declared. ‘No movement! You will get to know my favourite toy here, the whip, and very soon you will know why you should obey me in every way.’ Rachel smiled. She coiled up her whip and stepped back once more from Jessie’s naked body. How sweet she was! An attractive young woman, lovely, proud, intelligent. She smiled at her charmingly. Jessie’s  eyes were level on hers, but she did not return her smile. Instead of she swallowed hard, but did not move. She had begun to tremble, and her voice when she spoke wasn’t clear. ‘Why do you do that to me?’ she asked. ‘I will give you all my money, if you let me go, please.’ Rachel laughed. ‘All your money? I will get far more of this. I will get you and your body. No money of the world is worth what I will get.’ Jessie’s face got a deep red. Moments passed with no sound except for her breathing.

 

Rachel' eyes were bright. ‘It will be going to be an exquisite delight to break you’, she murmured. She raised the whip. ‘And we shall start right away’, she said. Jessie’s eyes opened, then widened with shock as she got conscious what would happen to her now. The blood drained from her pain-distorted face; her naked body began to tremble. ‘What--what are you—‘, she gasped. Rachel unfurled the black whip, holding it by the handle and letting the wicked length of it hang down to the floor. ‘What I am going to do, slave, is to give you more pain than you ever imagined to be possible. I am going to hurt you so badly that you will wish you had never been born. And, when you are absolutely certain that no one in the world has ever known, or could ever know, such suffering--then it is going to get worse.’

 

A tiny, involuntary sound escaped Jessy, but she said nothing more. ‘Here we go’, Rachel breathed. She was an expert with the whip. She swung it back as far as she could, and then with astounding speed and all of her strength lashed out at the girl. The thing whistled sharply through the air and then landed with a loud, savage crack across her uplifted and defenseless breasts. Jessie’s first scream made Rachel happy. There was pain and agony in that scream, of course, and that was magnificent. What set this first scream apart was the sheer shock at the horror of it—shock at the unexpected intensity, the unimagined awfulness of the unbearable pain; astonishment at the sudden knowledge that such pure animal agony could exist in the world, could be experienced by any one person without being immediately followed by unconsciousness, or death; horror at the realization that this was happening to her, that it would go on happening to her, this torment that she had never dreamed possible, and that there was nothing she could do to stop it.

 

Rachel paused to savor all this in her mind. Then she whipped her slave again, and she went on whipping her, steadily, mercilessly and with all her strength, relishing the inhuman shrieks and howls and cries and strangled, inarticulate pleas for mercy; enjoying to the utmost the struggles of the writhing, squirming, twisting body, which plunged and kicked and flailed wildly as she circled it, lashing the whip across her back, her buttocks, her breasts, her legs, her stomach, never stopping until her arm ached with fatigue and she stood there in exhaustion, gasping and moaning. Then she stopped to rest.

 

Jessie’s head drooped, her hair was lank with perspiration, her face streaked with sweat and tears. But the fine breasts, held high and taut by the position of her upraised arms, were not diminished by the marks of the whip that crossed them. The long, shapely legs were still perfect, the body still arousing--more so because of the agony it was suffering. She had not lost consciousness, and though she had no more strength to twist and scream, that agony was expressed in every twitch and quiver and moan that came from her. Now, slowly and painfully, she raised her head once more, peering at her Mistress through glazed, tormented eyes. ‘How do you feel, slave?’ Rachel asked her. ‘Please...’, Jessie gasped out. She was barely able to whisper. ‘Please, I can't... stand it... for god's sake...’ ‘You don't want to be whipped any more, is that it?’ Rachel said innocently. ‘Oh god...’ The words ended in a terrified gasp. ‘Would you like me to stop, slave?’ ‘Yes... oh god yes... please... please...’ ‘And if I do, will you be a good girl? Will you be good to me for all times and do as I say?’ ‘Yes... please...’, Jessie begged and looked fearfully at her Mistress.

 

Rachel’s face looked hard. ‘You're not ready yet, after all. But that's all right, slave. I'm rather glad, actually. It gives me more time to enjoy taming you. And it makes it all the better when you finally break.’ As she spoke she moved around Jessie, who began to moan with terror and fear. ‘No!’ she cried out. ‘No! Please! Don't! I--I will... I'll do it... I swear it... oh Jesus, I'm begging you...’ ‘What you are thinking you will do with me is nothing compared to what you really will have to do. I have to make absolutely sure you will do whatever I want you to do. Without hesitation, without argument, with nothing but utter and complete obedience. Do you understand?’ ‘Ohhh... dear god... help me...’ ‘And only when I have made absolutely sure of that’, Rachel said, ‘I will stop. And I suspect, slave, that it's going to take a while.’

 

‘For god's sake...’, Jessie whispered. ‘Don't. I--I can't take any more. Don't whip me again. I'll do what you want. I'll do anything. I can't... Don't whip me any more... please...’ ’Oh no, slave’, Rachel said smiling. ‘I'm not going to whip you any more. No. There are too many other pleasurable things I can do to you to make you into the docile slave I know you can be. It's time now to change.’ Still smiling, she put Jessie’s arm and led her to a darker corner of the large room, a darkness made more intense by the glaring pool of light thrown on the middle of the floor by spotlights just where Jessie was standing. There in the corner a torture saddle stood waiting. Mounted on a three-foot high chrome tube anchored into the floor, its front edge was cut away in a deep V. The leather was stained and marked, still damp from earlier use. At the point of the V a small fitting was let into the leather seat, a socket designed to hold a range of unpleasant devices... it was empty...for the moment.

 

With a hint of cruelty in her black eyes Rachel put aside her whip and took a slim cylinder from a board at the wall. She looked at her slave and held up the curved cylindrical shape she was holding. She showed the dildo to her trembling slave, who watched it fearfully. About eight inches long the curving shaft was covered with very fine, stiff bristles. Even the bulbous head was covered with the hair-like spines. Rachel circled his thumb and forefinger round the shaft then moved the dildo slowly up and down, watching the way the hairs bent, feeling each one teasing and tickling, as they passed through the circle of her fingers. She grinned in understanding when she felt the sudden sharp prickling as each hair dug into his skin every time the shaft changed direction.

 

'You won't want to move and you won't be able to keep still either...' She laughed as she locked the cruel implement into place, leaving it jutting up from the saddle in a parody of male erection. Shivering and trembling in the harsh glare, trying hard not to look at the saddle that she could see was waiting for her, Jessie stand there. 'So slave, as I promised it's time for you to have another lesson with my newest toy here.' Her voice was soft, drifting out of the darkness as she lounged back, studying again Jessie’s beautifully shaped body. She enjoyed the sight of the naked nineteen year old girl. With that she forced Jessie’s wrists back and tied them behind her, then she took hers time strapping her elbows together, tightening each buckle in turn to force her shoulders back so that her breasts jutted out and up as though she was somehow offering herself to her Mistress.

 

Jessie, struggling against the pain of the straps, screamed aloud. Her head shook frantically in agony as Rachel reached out to finger the young slave’s helplessly outthrust nipples. Finally she finished buckling the ankle straps and attaching the two ropes that led away into the darkness. 'Now it's your chance to try a ride', Rachel whispered; her fingers still busy playing with Jessie's tits. 'Come along now, round the back.' Pulling her by her nipples, she manoeuvred the shivering girl until she was standing behind the saddle. 'Go on, forward, legs apart, go on, go on... there that's better.' Jessie was forced to shuffle forwards, reluctantly spreading her knees as she was positioned over the saddle. She shuddered uncontrollably as she felt the fine bristles on the dildo's crest scraping and scratching against the scorched lips of her cunt and the tender inner skin of her thighs. 'Oh God, no, I can't, not, please don't make me, please...'

 

Jessie stood on tiptoe to keep her genitals away from the devilish shaft scratching between her legs. Rachel smiled, enjoying the spectacle as the girl fought the inevitable fatigue that would soon force her down off her toes... lowering her body to begin the agony of riding the cruel, spiny dildo all by herself. Rachel let go of Jessie's swollen teats and stroked her tear-stained cheek. 'Now you have a choice to make... will it be front or back? Oh don't worry... that little brush you are avoiding so carefully is going all the way up inside you, whatever you do... but which way?' She waited, enjoying the panic and despair as she forced her slave to choose where they would begin the torture. Of course she would eventually make her ride the dildo the other way as well, whatever she said... but offering the choice provided such a delicious beginning to the session.

 

'I can't... won't... Oh God no, you can't make me sit on that, I'll scream. Please, I've told you I don't know anything. Please, pleeeease!' Jessie jerked and trembled as her leg muscles began to cramp, her heels dropping so she suddenly felt the dildo's crest scratching inside her labia as the bulb parted the fleshy lips and nudged against the entrance of her body. 'Of course you'll scream, that's one of the things I am here to make you. So, no more fuss, I just want you to choose... front or back for this little rod?' Rachel reached down and wriggled the flexible shaft. It was only a gentle movement but Maria screamed once more as the fine hairs raked along her slit. 'Oh dear, still nothing but silly noises... I'll choose for you then, shall I? I think we'll start here, at the front.'

 

She paused, 'Such a pity for you that you're really going to feel this... all the way up.' All right, gently now...' Rachel began pulling on the two ropes attached to Jessie's ankle cuffs. They had been led out through opposite ringbolts on the edge of the lighted area before being taken back to a fixing behind the saddle. 'Ah, no, please, what's happening, no, no, please...' Jessie wailed in panic as she felt the first tug on her ankles. Instinctively she shuffled her feet, trying to keep up on tiptoe. Each time she lifted one foot, the remorseless pull of the rope pulled her stance wider and wider, forcing her body down onto the saddle and the waiting dildo.

 

The nineteen year old was gobbling and panting frantically as the slow impalement continued, small screams and gasps of pain accompanying each new movement down the shaft. Suddenly, she squealed wildly, every muscle tensed and her eyes stared up blindly into the blazing lights. Rachel smiled; she'd seen the sudden jolting spasm of her slave’s body; she knew the shrill cry of agony signalled that the bulbous head of the dildo had suddenly popped through the ring of muscle at the entrance to her victim's vagina and was now fully embedded in the tender inside flesh of her body. Jessie screamed again as her Mistress lifted up her bound arms until the wrist tie could be slipped over the hook on the end of a ceiling rope. 'That's fine, it'll be tight enough once I will get your legs in position.' The remorseless pull on her ankles was resumed and Jessie's legs were dragged steadily further and further apart.

 

Finally one long, loud wail of agony sliced through the air of the chamber. 'NOOOO!' Jessie's exhausted leg muscles gave way and she slipped down the last couple of inches, impaling herself fully on the devilish shaft. Now she was squatting on the wet, stained leather of the saddle. Her legs were straddled wide, each ankle lashed to a steel ringbolt with only her toes and the balls of her feet in contact with the rough concrete floor. Between her spread thighs, the plump, split purse of her sex thrust forwards, open and fully exposed by the cutaway front of the saddle. The upper part of her naked body was curved forwards, held there by the tension of the rope that lifted her bound arms up and away from her back. Thrust out obscenely by the bondage of her upper arms, Jessie’s breasts hung free, swaying slightly as she twitched and writhed on the torturing shaft inside her.

 

'So now, slave, you are all ready. How do you find my little obedience saddle, a stimulating ride, yes?' Rachel's voice drifted out of the wall of darkness beyond the lights. Jessie twitched in her bonds in a futile attempt to see beyond the glare. 'Now for your lesson, something simple to start with, I think...’ With a smile she showed her slave the rattan and told her how she was going to apply it to her delightfully presented flesh. Rachel watched the Jessie's eyes widen in disbelief as she saw the sinister, yellow cane in her hands. Her slave gazed in horror at the prominent ridges ringing the shaft at intervals and the way it flexed and curved so easily. 'This is my 'persuader', slave. It gives lessons to stubborn little girls...', Rachel whispered, leaning close to Jessie's ear. 'Sometimes here...' the cane caressed the taut curves of Jessie's buttocks where they bulged out over the tiny saddle. The cane moved again, 'and sometimes here...' the yellow rod caressed her slave's dangling breasts. Rachel brought a low, hopeless wail of anguish from Jessie as she sawed the shaft slowly back and forwards, making the ridges bobble against the girl's nipples so that she jerked and twisted in anticipation of the agony to come.

 

'Just to warm you up I'll start with this delightful bottom you are pushing out so invitingly.' Rachel took her position and swung the rattan in a flat, hissing arc. 'Whap!' The sharp, flat sound echoed in the chamber as the impact jolted Jessie forwards. A single stripe appeared on the naked skin, a stripe that quickly deepened to a deep, red weal as Jessie arched up in sheer agony. 'Arrrrgh, ah, ah, ah, nooooooo, please no, no!' Too late Jessie realised that her Mistress was a real expert in self-inflicted agony. She was not stretched out quite to her limit because she had tied off the ankle ropes while her legs were still slightly bent so, with an enormous effort, Jessie was still able to lift herself about four inches off the narrow saddle for a few moments until the strain became too much and she was forced to squat down once more. Diabolically, four inches was more than enough to ensure that the fine hairs on the buried dildo worked to their maximum, scouring and tickling the tissues of her cunt to build up a quite unbearable mixture of stimulation and pain inside her body.

 

Will be continued…