The Choice

The Choice Continues

Chapter 2

“Her heart fluttered as she took her first tentative step toward the limitless horrors she had agreed to endure in that cold dark building”.

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” .

Master – Late 30’s Dark Brown hair, 5’5”, Handsome, Overweight.

From Chapter 1

Jenny was a sales order clerk. She had spent the last four months of her life with a man called Steve, A man she now willingly called master. She had not understood her own submissive nature; but he had. He had been one of her company’s largest customers, and during a customer party, he had approached her with a most intriguing offer. And with some persuasion she had accepted that offer.

Now, four months later, she was naked, on a beach recovering from several days of heavy bondage and sadomasochistic tortures. Her pussy in particular, still ached from being assaulted. Her experience had been far more advanced than she had ever thought herself capable of withstanding But Steve knew her better than she knew herself. He knew she would choose what had happened to her and both he and she were extremely proud of how she had performed, and Ironically Steve had kept her; ultimately safe throughout her ordeals. The only question that remained, was ‘what next’?

Jenny thrilled at the possibility of new adventures. She didn’t know what they would entail or how arduous they might be. She feared the pain, humiliation and degradation terribly. In fact she hated the acts that were inflicted on her while they were happening, but they also excited her and the anticipation of them thrilled her beyond words. She trusted Steve completely and no matter how bad her tortures got, she knew she would always recover without permanent injury. To date she had not carried a mark lasting more than three days to a week, and she had been very proud of those marks that she had ‘earned’.

Her appetites for pain and orgasm were impressive and she was rapidly reaching a point were she feared what she might do or agree to do for the next sensation. In fact, if she were honest with herself, she was addicted to her slavery, although it was not 24/7. She craved, being left with no choice but to obey. But she always chose to make herself obey without question. She loved the twisted knot in her stomach when she was about to perform the inhumanly degrading tasks asked of her. She remembered sucking the odd tasting cocks of animals, hating herself for it, and she felt the tinges of wetness forming in her cunt as she thought about it. Her thoughts drifted to the bondage she had endured while Steve and his ‘friends’ had casually inflicted agonies upon her. She was very proud that she had always stifled her screams for as long as possible before succumbing to screams of tortured agony and ecstasy. As she thought to herself she could not think of anything she could or had not done for her master’s pleasure. Things no ordinary woman would consider doing. All too soon it would be time to return home, back to work, and her fortnightly meetings with Steve.

Jenny smiled to herself as the warm glow of the afternoon sun caressed her naked body. She looked insufferably smug with herself. Steve looked on with pride. He was in deep thought planning what would come next for his Jenny.

“You haven’t said or asked anything all day” Steve mused.

“Mmmmm….” Jenny acknowledged with a faint bow of her head. Her eyes still closed.

“Maybe I should tell you where you are”? He whispered.

Jenny’s eyes blinked open and her brow furrowed in curiosity.

“I’m here with you, nothing else matters” She stated confidently as if reminding him of the obvious.

“True” Steve confirmed, “But did you know we were still in the UK”?

Jenny looked disbelieving, but interested.

“We are not on the equator…” he said , “…This isn’t a tropical island. Well; it is an island. We are on Jersey”.

Jenny responded “but why”? More curious than annoyed,

       

“How much more intense was your experience, when you thought you were on a tropical island thousands of miles from anyone”?

She pondered this, thoughtfully.

“Besides, I’m not quite as rich as you think neither me nor Kurt; own islands.

That kind of thing doesn’t really happen. But it’s a nice fantasy”. Steve explained.

“Was I the only one who didn’t know”? Jenny asked, sounding almost hurt.

“Yes” Steve said very proudly. “Everyone maintained that illusion just for you”.

Jenny was suddenly overwhelmed; she couldn’t believe that Steve had gone to all this trouble just for her.

“I’d do anything for you” She cooed. “As long as I’m with you I don’t fear anything, I trust you completely”. And gushing and sweet as it sounded she meant every word of it.

Steve just pursed his lips and continued;

“Kurt, my associates and I have rented this area, in what can only be described as a very adult holiday park. It’s not the only area, either. There are numerous areas, with different themes. And all still in the good old Uk. The weather is so good here because we are on the same latitude as Caen”.

Jenny knew then that she had been led to believe she was on an island with no hope of escape or chance to change her mind in order to intensify her experience; And she didn’t regret it one bit, because it had done just that. She wondered just how many other ways her experiences could be intensified, and she shuddered in fear and excitement at the thought.  Later that week, Yolanda had installed the clit ring Steve had promised; it was stamped with a silver hallmark and a small crest; Steve’s family crest. The ring was small and nestled next to her clitoris through the hood of skin covering it. It healed surprisingly quickly and she loved it. It became a constant source of arousal for her. 

***

It had been eight months since Jenny’s visit to the resort and a year since she and Steve had gotten together. Her relationship with Steve had continued every two weeks, sometimes every week. She still loved giving over control to Steve, and verbally chose to do so every time they met. He insisted on that little ritual. She revelled in the anticipation, the pain, humiliation and subjugations that Steve concocted for her. He was very creative.  Steve was also very aware that her pain tolerance and appetites were growing steadily. None of her trails and experiences over the last year had come close to equalling the magnitude or intensity of her visit to the resort. When they talked, Jenny often directed the topics towards Steve pushing her boundaries further. Steve remained opposed to his. He knew that more demanding trials might break his cardinal rule of not damaging his slave beyond use. Steve knew what was in Jenny’s mind. He could tell that she was trapped between her fear of, and addiction to; the pain and degradation. The need that he had first seen and nurtured in her over a year ago had grown to make Jenny a full fledged masochist and submissive.

       She needed a new thrill, a new frontier to conquer, Slowly but surely, Steve began to plan toward that goal. Steve considered all manner of arduous trials for Jenny, though none of them were appropriate for a session of only a few hours. No it would have to last much longer than that, and she would have to suffer protracted agonies and tortures to make her regret asking for such challenges. Jenny could take anything as long as Steve was with her. So Steve had to sever that safety net. Besides, Steve was far too attached to Jenny now, to inflict the tortures needed to push Jenny’s limits further. So he concluded that an outside force would be required. And the venue would have to be suitably credible and imposing. This would have to be a masterpiece. Steve’s plan was coming together in his mind. Jenny’s limits lay in exploiting her fear. So, He began to search for a venue, a private castle or factory with a suitable dungeon area, and no questions asked. He also probed the BDSM scene for a master or mistress who would torture to order (and to his exact requirements). And last but not least. Steve needed a scenario that would require Jenny’s utter obedience and subjugation to an unknown master or mistress and Jenny must choose to put herself in that position. Steve has always known that when the excesses of the pain and tortures overwhelm her, her hatred and frustration must be directed at her self for choosing the path, not at Steve for putting her on it. ‘Choice’ still remained the most potent form of domination over Jenny. Steve was determined to make this the most difficult yet obvious choice for her to make.

  

       It was two months after their one-year anniversary. Jenny arrived at Steve’s marina apartment as she had done many times before. She was clothed in her trench coat, high heels, a little waterproof make up and nothing else. She knocked on the door and waited patiently for Steve to answer. When the door opened she was submissive, head bowed, arms behind her back. Instantly Jenny felt there was something wrong. Steve’s feet were shuffling on the spot, not his usual confident and commanding stance. He didn’t offer the traditional challenge – asking Jenny to choose to undergo that evening’s trials and challenges. He just told her to ‘come in’ like any normal visitor. She did so and for the first time since the night they met, she looked Steve in the eye without permission. But Steve didn’t instantly punish his beautiful little sub. This further unsettled her.

“What’s wrong? I’ve never seen you like this….” She asked

“Hmmmm…..?, Oh, Something’s happened” He said with an almost apologetic and distracted tone.

“What is it”? Jenny was really concerned now. She had never seen Steve without his impenetrable air of confidence.

And so he began to explain to her.

“You know that I see other people in the SM scene, we meet up, talk, swap notes, things like that”.

Jenny nodded slowly in response, they hadn’t actually discussed this before, but it didn’t surprise her; and Steve continued,

“Last week I met up with another master. He wanted to show off his most recent slave that he had been training”.

The thought of Steve seeing another slave elicited a pang of jealousy from Jenny. Yet she was listening intently now, but no longer challenging Steve with her gaze. She had returned to the respectful submissiveness that suited her so well, as she continued to take in Steve’s words.

“He was boastful, even arrogant, claiming there was nothing his slave could not or would not endure, he boasted of dangerous, damaging, even life threatening trials he had subjected her to……” Steve paused for breath.

“He even wagered his slave could withstand any pain without sound, until she passed out. I swear that’ s impossible, you and I know there comes a point when one must cry out. But he made the boast anyway”. Steve paused again.

“He challenged me to test this, he wagered that if I could force any sound from her lips or pleas for clemency; with any means at my disposal then he would make his facilities available for you and I to use whenever we saw fit. And they are very elaborate and extensive; it’s a really great castle with a full dungeon”. He said almost trying to justify were the conversation was going.

Jenny was no fool; she could tell he was rambling off point.

“May I ask, what was your part of the wager, if you failed”? Jenny asked with a sinking feeling in her stomach.

“You” Steve responded solemnly, looking straight into her eyes.

Part of Jenny knew that answer was coming but still looked shocked, and felt her self go cold and rigid with fear.

“I wagered you would be his for a week…” Steve paused ominously, and Jenny began to realise this may yet be worse.

“…with no limits on what he could do with you”. He concluded. And Jenny thought to her self ‘quite dispassionately’ – yep – it was worse.

“No Limits! What does that mean exactly”? She begged to know; her belly going cold at the thought.

“It means he could do anything to you or with you except kill you” Steve clarified in a chilling tone.

After a long pause Jenny postulated,

“I guess she didn’t scream then” She said in a resigned tone, but her body was beginning to tremble.

Steve answered, “No, She was mute, it was a set up from the start”.

“If it‘s a set-up; can’t you say no”? Jenny asked.

Then Steve looked at her as though she just asked him to murder a puppy.

“What”? Jenny looked puzzled “What’ so bad about saying no? After all, I belong to you, not him”. She was confused.

“Here’s the thing…” Steve began. “I know, I’ve been conned, and I could say no. But there is a price. The entire SM community would shun me. I’d be ridiculed and my business interests would be attacked for withdrawing from a slave bargain; just as I would have helped to do if someone else had reneged on a similar deal with me. I’d effectively be finished”. Steve explained. “I was out manoeuvred, I lost; for what ever reason”.

Jenny was stunned at the magnitude and scope of these implications.

With love in his voice Steve said.

“Our relationship has always revolved around trust and choices. I can’t pretend that life wouldn’t be easier for me if you did do this. But I won’t make you do this. I am prepared to give up the life I have now to protect you, and go away with you. I could start again somewhere else; just you and me”. He looked into her eyes.

Jenny’s head was racing; she realised that she actually held Steve’s life and his future in her hands. She was overcome with pride, she had no idea Steve loved her this much. In fact she realised at that moment that Steve loved her as much as she loved him. She felt she could and would do anything for Steve; even this.

“I’ll do it Master, I Choose you now and always, even if it means this” She said with great pride and conviction and almost without thinking.

Their eyes met again. A serious look in his eyes made her resolve waver slightly.

“You would really choose to do this? Are you absolutely sure”? Steve challenged her,

“This isn’t a game, I won’t be there to protect you” He cautioned her.

Jenny thought, weighed the ramifications (as best she could), and she nodded slowly and deliberately.

He took her hands in his….

Steve could not have looked more proud or serious than he did at that moment. They headed to the bedroom, disrobing each other as they went. A night of almost vanilla lovemaking ensued. Steve frequently held or contorted Jenny into restrictive and almost painful positions as he thrust deep into her. When he was spent, without prompt or command she dipped her fingers into her pussy lips and scooped out his seed, then obediently and demurely ate every trace of his semen with love and affection in her eyes. Then when Steve had recovered and she was at her most aroused she sucked him to erection and begged most emphatically for an orgasm from him. He wove his fingers into her hair and pulled back her head before biting down on her neck as his shaft cleaved effortlessly into her.

“You may cum……., My Jenny” he growled into her ear.

And waves of energy burst from her clitoris and she came hard; shuddering in spasms. Steve thrusted relentlessly in and out of her; pushing down on her shoulders, increasing the angle and force of each penetration and grinding his curved shaft into her clit and g-spot. He tortured her for over a minute with her own sustained violent, bucking orgasm of blinding intensity. Jenny could only hold on for dear life as she pulsed and gasped to Steve’s wishes; not for a moment leaving the orgasm behind. As Steve came a second time; She too was hit by another orgasm never truly having left the throws of the first. As the euphoria subsided they ground their bodies together and both drifted into a contented sleep, still coupled and entwined.

With morning came cold realisation. Steve’s trademark confidence was reinstated. He cooked breakfast for her, Rather than her cooking for him as they often did and he began a checklist of chilling advice intended to keep Jenny safe during her coming ordeal.

“Be submissive. Don’t look him directly in the eye if you can avoid it. Do what ever he says instantly and without question. Don’t give him any excuse to abuse you more and above all ‘be brave’. You can take anything he has to throw at you. I know you can. Besides you keep wondering about having your limits tested further, well ready or not it looks like your going to get your wish. I’m just so sorry it has to be like this. And don’t forget this will end. I will come for you. And I am very proud of you”.

As all this began to sink in Jenny asked meekly

“When….”?

“Today at noon…., I’ll make your excuses at work on Monday, I’ll arrange a fake doctor’s note for up to 1 month” Steve informed her.

“A month? But you said a week”! Jenny blurted out.

“Recovery time…” Steve trailed off, and an ominous chill ran down Jenny’s spine. Her legs went a little weak and her resolve visibly wavered. She felt sick to her stomach. Steve grasped her upper arm in a strong supporting hand.

“Are you all right, can you still go through with this”? He asked softly.

She glanced at him, and instantly her resolve bolstered.

“Yes” she said confidently and she began imagining all the tortures and orgasms that might befall her in the coming week. But Jenny saw them at Steve s hands or with Steve close by, willing her on. Jenny to her usual disgrace; felt her self getting wet at these thoughts. However, this time; he would not be there, and that troubled her greatly. Even so the dampness remained and this fact troubled her too.

They readied themselves. Jenny absentmindedly got her stuff together; Ok it was a raincoat and high heels. Steve didn’t think she’d need anything else. She reapplied her make up and they headed for the parking garage via the lift.

Jenny’s mind began to race as they descended the lift in silence. Just what was this monster going to do to her? She felt like a silly bitch for agreeing to this. What if her limits were tested further than she could stand? How would she cope? Would she cope at all? It wouldn’t be Steve using and abusing her; it will be some sadistic stranger, who didn’t love her. He was undoubtedly going to make her suffer. Jenny had never been more terrified or excited as her mind played one macabre scenario after another.

She was largely silent as they both drove north for about 4 hours into the Northern English countryside.

As Steve had eluded the day before, their destination was indeed a castle. It was dismal and dank. One of those castles that had been rained on a lot and the stone now looked almost black and slimy. The castle was shrouded in tall dark foreboding fir trees. As castles go; it wasn’t huge, nor was it sign posted, it was definitely off the tourist trail. The long gravel drive way crossed a stone bridge. And everywhere there were walls of tall fir-trees. Road signs indicated ‘private road’, ‘no through road’ and would clearly discourage any casual visitors. The castle itself had a traditional old drawbridge and portcullis. The moat that it crossed was long since dry. Its steep sides now covered with lush grass, thick mosses and thistle plants. The thistles were almost as much deterrent as the water would have been.

As Steve and Jenny pulled up outside, there was no one to greet them. Without a word Steve exited the car and walked around to open the passenger door for Jenny. Her heart fluttered as she took her first tentative step toward the limitless horrors she had agreed to endure in that dark building.

As they walked toward the drawbridge, which looked as though it had not been raised for many years, Jenny noticed that the portcullis was in use. As they neared it, the portcullis began to rise with an ominous creaking. Behind it in the dark of the gatehouse Jenny could make out the faint silhouette of a figure.

“That’s far enough Steve. She can come the rest of the way by herself. I will take that voluntary walk as consent to her subjugation under me for one week with no limits or mercy save death. You can collect her, one week from today at noon. I guarantee she will be able to walk to you, but I guarantee nothing else. Do we understand one another”? The figure’s voice echoed from the gatehouse.

“We Do” Steve called back to the figure with an angry tone.

“Remember be brave” He whispered in Jenny’s ear.

She looked at him with fear in her eyes. For the first time she was certain that Steve would not be coming with her. She would be truly alone. She would not be suffering for Steve’s amusement and pleasure. But she would suffer for his love and her love of him. He might never know what she was going to endure. However she would endure it for Steve anyway; but someone else would enjoy her suffering and only someone else. Suddenly her belief system and her whole reason for doing this was starting to crumble. She was going to be left in the clutches of a total stranger for whom she had no feelings what so ever and she would be subject to whatever he wished to inflict upon her. Panic began to set in and she started backing up to the car. Sensing her obvious ‘reluctance’ Steve turned to look at her. Her expression was one of pure panic and fear, Like a startled rabbit caught in head lights. She began to shake her head as subtly as she could; begging Steve with every fibber of her being not to make her go through with this. Yet she was obediently remaining silent; so as not to embarrass him.

“It’s too late” he silently mouthed and she froze, no longer backing away because she had been commanded to stop by his words and expression. Tears began to form in her eyes and the sting made her squeeze them tight shut. But when they opened again; the nightmare remained. She didn’t want this anymore. There was no excitement here, no sexual energy, and no loving endorsement of her subjugation. Only a very real torturer; A professional calculating, sadist, with no love, no mercy and possibly no restraint. Jenny was paralysed with fear. It was like her life was over, she couldn’t even think. She just waited to be told what to do.

Eventually her reason returned, and she knew. She hated herself, because this had been her choice. It was already made; it was all too late now to have second thoughts.    

“Problem, Steve”? The unfamiliar almost mocking voice boomed from the gatehouse shadows. Jenny jumped in fear and realised Steve was still looking at her. He had an imploring look, like everything was up to her now. He half turned toward the gatehouse, still keeping Jenny in sight.

“She’s coming. We’re just saying good bye” he lied, then motioned with his eyes for her to proceed. Jenny’s mouth opened slightly. Not to speak, just that unconscious recognition that help was not coming. That all was lost; and she knew it. Without another word, Steve looked right past her and then got into the car. As he pulled slowly away, tears flowed freely down her face.

She had no other choice no;, nowhere else to go, and like an automaton Jenny started her slow walk across the drawbridge. As she stepped into the darkness of the gatehouse, the portcullis symbolically closed behind her, cutting her off from Steve. To further compound her feelings of fear she heard Steve’s car accelerating slowly and deliberately away down the gravel drive until the sound was gone. A shaft of light appeared as a person sized door was opened in a much larger heavy oak door. The figure stepped through into the lit courtyard beyond and beckoned her to follow. As the light from the inner courtyard illuminated her new ‘owner’ she saw a rotund man not much taller than herself. He had greying hair and a faint stubble. He was handsome enough and unremarkably dressed. He did however have Steve’s air of confidence about him. But he certainly didn’t have Steve’s physique; and yet she could tell he was used to getting what he wanted. Jenny remembered her instructions and followed him slowly into the courtyard of the castle and he closed the door behind her.

       The courtyard was surrounded on all four sides by buildings, which were also part of the castle walls. The four corners were stone access stairways to the turrets adorning the castle. The centre of the courtyard was a stone well. Half way across the courtyard the figure finally spoke to her.

“So you are the sub who has occupied so much of Steve’s time during this last year” He said with no discernable regional accent. Also, he made no comment on her obvious signs of distress.

Jenny just nodded her confirmation as she walked with her head bowed.

“…and you have been commanded to pay his debt to me in agony for one week” He casually added, A cruel smile on his lips as he said it.

Jenny’s heart and stride both skipped a beat and she stumbled momentarily;

much, to masters amusement. She so wanted to speak. She would never have answered Steve under these circumstances and she knew better than to break her silence now. They entered the largest building. It was in the far wall of the courtyard and looked like a small castle itself. This room was an entrance hall that might have belonged to any English country house. It extended to the left and right, and had a grand staircase reaching up to the next level and splitting to form two equal routes up to the next floor. Almost unnoticed was a door to the left of the staircase, which lead to an assumed basement level. There were the customary suits of armour, tapestries and ancient weapons adorning the walls.

“Before we proceed; remove your jacket”. Master commanded.

Jenny wanted to refuse, but knew that she dared not. She had no idea if master knew she was naked beneath it. She obeyed anyway as she knew she must; She took it off and closed her eyes in shame. Then she bundled up the coat and held it out in offer to her master. Without a word it was taken from her and discarded to a nearby table.

He didn’t even look at her, he simply said;

“This way slave. I have many things in store for you” He threatened ominously.

He approached the cellar door, opened it with an old heavy key and they descended the dimly lit stone staircase together. She noticed that Master also locked the door behind them. the staircase spiralled down into a circular stone chamber with six doors in the wall. Each door had Roman numerals above it.

“Now it is time for us to get to know each other better. You will take off your shoes and present your self for inspection”. He commanded.

Jenny looked puzzled, but began removing her shoes anyway. She wanted to ask what inspection was but had not been given leave to speak. So she improvised and stood to attention. The floor was cold ad uncomfortable on her soft naked feet.

“Legs apart, hands behind your head, fingers interlocked and don’t dare move from that position unless I tell you to”. He barked at her, with a disappointed and disgusted tone.

Jenny complied instantly. Master first inspected her firm breasts. He caressed, cupped and then sharply slapped each globe up and then across. He continued slapping her tits from all directions, carefully avoiding her nipples until they began to redden. Her face began to wince and contort with each new impact. It was obvious that she had never before experienced this kind of sustained and casual abuse.

“Don’t you dare cry out, or start crying again. I don’t want to hear any sound from you” Master ordered, as he continued his assault with dispassionate, methodical strikes. But not ones she could not withstand. However it was taking considerable effort to remain still as he had commanded.

Jenny focused hard and stifled her impending whimpers of discomfort. Then master mercifully stopped his assault on her breasts and squared up to Jenny.

“Let’s see how obedient you are? I want you to remain silent while you absorb and enjoy the pain I have for you. Do you understand”? And master waited for her response.

Jenny’s fear grew. She thought about it; realised she had no choice and eventually nodded her submission to masters ultimatum. Master closed his hand around Jenny’s throat and pushed her backward until she was against the stone wall.  There was already a flutter of panic in her chest. He took hold of her left nipple and squeezed as hard as any vice she could imagine. The pain was immense. She wanted to wince, scream and pull away. Instead she mustered all her resolve and bit her lip and held on as long as she could. Her efforts were valiant, her face was contorted in agony, and beads of perspiration began forming on her brow. Her knees were ready to buckle and she was trembling from head to toe. Master maintained the pressure as he began twisting her tortured nipple clockwise then anticlockwise. When master was certain she could take no more he mercifully stopped twisting and just as she was sure he was going to relax his grip he yanked her nipple sharply downward. It was excruciating, her resolve failed and she screamed as she feared her flesh would be ripped.

“Aghhhhhhhhhhhh…………”!

Master allowed himself a cynical smile.

“Now that’s how to get a sound from a slave” he scolded, obviously poking fun at Steve’s inability to make masters slave cry out during the bet that had led her here.

Jenny was breathing heavily, trying to regain some composure.

Master looked on dispassionately.

“What are your pain limits”? He asked sharply.

Jenny was stunned. She had no idea how to answer such a question She didn’t even know if the answer could be put into words, Or if it should be.

“I don’t know” She said in a surprised yet contemplative voice; and a second later master delivered a sharp slap to her face”.

“Owww…” She screamed, totally surprised by the slap.

“MASTER”! He reminded her sternly.

“I don’t know Master. I’m sorry Master. Please forgive me Master” She quickly corrected herself through startled sobs. 

“You will always call me Master or Sir. You will only speak when spoken to and in answer to a direct question. IF I have to remind you of this again I will be very displeased with you”. He said coldly, and Jenny believed him.

“Stand in the middle of the room, and resume the presentation pose” He commanded.

She did so, trembling ever so slightly.

“So you don’t know your pain limits” he mused out loud, almost chuckling. “You and I will enjoy finding them. Well…. I will anyway. And I will find them……, All of them…...”. He began to walk in slow circles around her as he spoke.  Jenny found this very disconcerting.

“Did you love Steve”? Master asked, casually.

Jenny was momentarily confused by the use of the past tense. Master reached under her crotch and ran his finger along the slit of her pussy. He held his finger there and asked again.

“Did you”? “Did you love Steve”?

“I….. Yes Master – I do love Steve” Jenny answered in a wavering voice.

“Agh..” Master intoned softly. “I can feel your love for him every time his name is mentioned” he informed her with a mocking tone in his voice.

Jenny visibly blushed. After all she had done over the last year; this? made her blush. She was somehow ashamed that this man knew she loved her true Master. Her feelings were in turmoil. But she was getting wet, and she knew it. It must be because Steve was mentioned, obviously not because of the actions of this master. Was it?

“The mere mention of his name makes your juices flow……………” He observed while still keeping his finger in the length of her increasingly wet slit.

“You were not wet for me, or the pain I have in-store for you……”. He said trailing off thoughtfully. But he could also feel little pulses of panic and fear at each mention of himself and pain. 

Jenny could feel her body betraying her, opening up to this vile man, who offered nothing but pain and hopelessness.

NO. it was Steve she was thinking of. It was thoughts of Steve that made her wet. Yet this bastard was profiting from her arousal, not Steve. She felt so guilty, so ashamed. She hated herself for what she felt as her betrayal of Steve, for showing arousal to another, without Steve deriving any pleasure from it too. And most of all she cursed herself for wishing the thought of Steve didn’t make her wet for this Masters touch. The shame was overwhelming her. Her face was scarlet red and she visibly trembled; with anger or fear, even she wasn’t sure anymore. She began moving slowly, imperceptibly; seeking out just a little more pressure on her dripping wet vulva. Without even realising it she began to buck and writhe. Grinding down on his hand, trying to salvage any pleasure she could from this horrible situation. Master calmly withdrew his hand. Her eyes flashed open. Her shame engulfed her once more and a tear swelled at the corner of her right eye. She didn’t know what to say so she wisely said nothing. All that could be heard was her breathing returning slowly to normal. Master just smiled, his eyes drinking in her fear and shame.

“It’s time for you to suffer for me” he intoned. The gravity of his words stabbed deep into Jenny’s heart and her blood ran cold.

He leaned close to her left ear “I want you to resist crying for as long as possible” he paused for effect. “Do you understand, slave”?

Jenny didn’t look at him, but slowly nodded her head. Wishing she were anywhere but there.

Master walked out of her vision, she could hear him moving things behind her. The end of a ridding crop brushed down her arse cheek.

She flinched; he smiled. He worked it into the crack of her arse and traced a path down to the very tops of her legs, working it between her legs and motioning for her to spread her legs further.

She managed an embarrassing shuffle and parted her legs a little more.

The first blow landed; the rush of air gave her a moments notice before it stung her skin. Pain exploded from the top of her right buttock. And she flinched away from the sharp sting, a second passed and then the next strike landed at the top of her opposite cheek. This time it carried on; only the leather loop snapping across her flesh. It hurt even more and stung for longer. A few more alternating swishes of the crop and the pace began to increase as he found his range and continually whipped the leather end of the crop over the tops of her arse cheeks, always below the waistline. The pain and intensity were rising steadily. Her flesh reddening and her hips began to sway and buckle; looking for some ease from the onslaught. She couldn’t stop the tears forming in her eyes. They streamed down her cheeks and she buckled, without warning (even to herself) swinging her arse away from the crop, a purely instinctive response to the pain she could no longer handle. Her hands faltered from her head and she froze in fear.

A gentle hand steadied her. There was no reproach, verbal or other wise and master led her, still crying through a door way. He let her lean on a padded piece of furniture; the padding nestled just under her breasts and was relatively comfortable. The padding extended to her left and right. He gently motioned for her to lower her hands and also let them rest on the padding. Her back was to the door she had come through and masters almost gentle caressing of her back and shoulders distracted her. She didn’t feel the manacle close around her wrist until it had already clicked shut. Then masters grip intensified on her left wrist and pushed her arm into the second manacle. She was effectively crucified and leaning on the frame. Master enjoyed the look of despair on her face. He kicked her naked foot with his instep causing it to be pushed into position and another clamp fixed her leg in place. She wanted to, but didn’t resist as the last manacle fixed her other leg in position. She slumped on the padding of the whipping bench. She could only pull away a few inches, and that was all the movement she could manage..

She felt him step back. And then the whipping continued and she began to scream, floods of tears and sobs proclaiming her despair to no one in particular. No longer able to move away when it got too much for her, the pain began to drive her beyond her limits.  Mercifully, if that is the word for it, the strokes began to wander up and down her body, no longer concentrated on the same sensitised region of her buttocks. She writhed horribly, but there was no escape. Her eyes nose and mouth all ran freely and she began to feel her strength leaving her. Her legs were trembling. Her screams were no longer audible, having long since passed beyond that point and then nothing.

She opened her eyes. She had no idea how long it had been. The beating had stopped. Her back hurt so much it felt as though the skin had been ripped from her. Every movement was agony. She didn’t know if she had been unconscious or if the whipping had only just ceased. But her face was still wet and she noticed she was still sobbing. Her bottom was indescribably painful, it felt like it was on fire.

Master stepped into view, looking very pleased with his work. He appraised Jenny for a few minutes then reached forward and took hold of her left nipple. She winced and made to cry again, he fed it into a device below the arms of the whipping bench.  She could not see it, but he fixed her nipple there, not painfully; unless she moved too much.  But now immobilised he also put the other nipple in a similar device. Then he wiped her nose and face, kissed her, chuckled to himself and left, turning out the light as he went.

The next few hours or minutes were torture for her. She could find no comfort, no ease. If her legs didn’t hurt her back did, if her back wasn’t in pain her nipples were, if not those then her arms, and so it went.

  

When Master returned, she was a shivering mess, sweating, trying to manage subtle movements to minimise her pain. She was literally wishing she had never been born.

As the light went on, she cast her eyes about looking for any sign that this would end. Master’s voice broke the silence “How are you doing, slave”?

She smacked her lips trying to take away the dryness, then she realised it was a rhetorical question as he kept talking.

“Would you like me to let you sleep”? “Or are you ready for some more“?

“Are you ready to entertain me again”?

“Do you want me to leave you here like this all night to sleep, or shall we move onto another entertainment”? He Clarified.

Jenny stared at the featureless, white washed wall ahead of her, afraid to give any answer. She wanted to sleep, but she couldn’t take any more of this. Also she knew it could not be that easy. She gathered all of her strength, remembered all of the advice that Steve had given her and gave the only answer that she could in a shaky defeated voice;

“… Whatever you wish for me sir ….” As her head bowed even lower, wanting desperately to cry.

***

For another hour she remained on the padded whipping bench, while master rubbed some kind of cream into her back and tortured buttocks. It was uncomfortable as she was so sensitive, but it did eventually begin to make her feel better. She could tell from the motion of his hands and lack of resistance from her back that it wasn’t infact ripped to pieces as she feared it might have been. Then finally he released her nipples. The rush of blood back to her sensitive buds was agony. But it was agony she knew, agony she could handle. Even an agony she could welcome, under these circumstances. She stood, at the bench, more able to relax her shoulders and better able to absorb the feeling of pins and needles in her nipples. She even pushed herself against the bench to help massage some life back into her recently freed nipples.

When she opened her eyes again; Master was looking at her; watching her expressions.

“It looked to me like you enjoyed that” He smirked at her. And a familiar wave of shame washed over her; mostly because he might have been right. And why shouldn’t she? She thought. She was a submissive, this is what she did. Then she remembered, this is what she did with Steve, but this wasn’t Steve.

Master began releasing her from the rest of the restraints. She was unsteady on her feet, and kept moving to encourage the blood flow to return as she was lead slowly back to the room with the mattress. A tray awaited her with a reasonable lunch. A sandwich, fruit, drinks and salted crisps. She was left in peace to enjoy it. She was very thirsty and drank the water and fizzy drink provided. It was only then that she remembered it had been almost a day since she had last gone to the toilet. Her thirst now quenched and her hunger sated she slept. When she awoke, Jenny didn’t know how long it had been. But she was painfully ware that she now needed to go to the lavatory quite desperately. Obviously this was what the bucket was for. The idea seemed repugnant. She had read about such things but didn’t think people actually did them. She contemplated holding it. That was silly she couldn’t hold for a week, and sooner or later she would need to do more than pee. And if she was going to do it, she would have to do so before she found herself bound to another contraption. And so she approached the bucket and squatted over it. But before she was even fully in position, the door opened and Master was standing there watching her. She stood immediately, flushed with embarrassment. Master said nothing. He just motioned subtly to the bucket raising his eyebrows.  She gulped; she knew he would wait as long as it took for her to capitulate. Slowly she returned to her squat over the bucket. She wanted it to be over as quickly as possible. But as sure as she had been desperate to go only a second ago, now only a meagre stream emerged and it hurt her, like her own body was burning her with shame from within. The sound of her urine hitting the bucket echoed in the small stone room. It was almost deafening. She wanted the ground to swallow her up. When she eventually finished, she began to rise and was started by Masters voice “nothing else”? He asked mockingly. She shook her head in response. He threw her a cloth “wipe yourself” he commanded. She did so, burning with shame as she complied. Then he closed the door and left her. The room remained mostly dark. Only the dim light form under the door and somewhere on the ceiling gave any illumination. She tried to sleep, but was too worried to do so, that or her mind just wouldn’t shut off. Eventually the darkness took her and she awoke with a start to the sound of the door bolt being opened.

Master stood in the light of the doorway. He motioned to the bucket and smiled. Jenny shook her head indicating that she didn’t need to use it. Master smiled.

“Now follow me”. He told her.

He led her into the third of the rooms marked with roman numerals. It was oblong and deep, possibly once an old wine cellar. There were bondage frames on the walls and some storage cupboards. The end of the room furthest from the door had an X frame and some kind of padding on the wall. The centre of the St Andrews cross had a padded dome that stretched from the bottom of Jenny’s shoulder blades to the tops of Jenny’s knees, and it appeared that it could be moved up or down the wall. In its current position, it would cause her pelvis to be pushed forward obscenely if she where attached to the cross.  And her buttocks would be pushed outward if she were attached facing the wall. She looked nervously to Master for direction or instruction.  He enjoyed her expressions for a few moments then took hold of her left wrist and locked it to the top right manacle. So she would be facing outward. Next he attached her feet. The curve of the padding made her stance uncomfortable and difficult to attach her right wrist to the top left manacle. But all she could think of was how vulnerable her pussy was, pushed forward and accessible. Her breast similarly on show and vulnerable, but the slight recline of her torso making them look partially relaxed and quite beautiful. Her anxiety and anticipation began to rise now. Master was opening cupboards and retrieving items and putting them on a trolley. She remembered the trolley from the island and the first flutters of panic began to grip her. She could feel the knot in her stomach and her legs beginning to shake. That urge to run was there again. But of course there was nowhere to go. No escape. The trolley was filled now and Master was pushing it toward her. Her heart sank when she saw what was on it. Despite her restraints she was physically trying to escape her bonds. She began to wine and whimper, but made no attempt to speak. But here eyes must have pleaded. Because Master looked very satisfied with the look in her eyes.

***

       She hadn’t realised that she was shaking her head ever so slightly, willing the contents of the trolley not to be there. But sure enough, the trolley was filled with rows of needles and pins, of various types and sizes. It had weights, clips and clamps of all descriptions. She had always feared her skin being broken in anyway. When Steve had done anything like this with her; it had always been controlled and the very last thing they had built upto. But here, this was how things were going to start. She could taste her own fear now. She remembered all of the times she had talked to Steve about going further with the things they had done. She remembered boasting how she could do more. How she could take more. Now she wished she had said nothing at all.

       Jenny looked toward Master and silently mouthed the word ‘please’ then again and again ‘please no’. After she had said it several times she unconsciously added the sounds, muffled at first, but gathering to the level of child like whimpering. Master had noticed of course. He reached for the trolley with one hand and touched the fingers of his other hand to her lips; silencing her. Ice cold fear cutting off her protests. Then his free hand pushed a ball gag into her mouth and he began man handling her to buckle the strap around her head. She began sobbing at once, consumed by the hopelessness of her situation.    

       Master went and came back with a stool, currently it was a tall stool, but looked as thought it could be raised and lowered. He sat on it and he was level with Jenny’s breasts. Her head could move, but she didn’t know if she wanted to see what was happening or not. She chose to look away. So when Master began putting on latex gloves and picked up the first clinical syringe needle, she didn’t see it until he held it in front of her face. She squirmed and recoiled for all she was worth.  But it did no good. Master used the needle to point at her body and he enjoyed watching her retreat in fear of it with what little movement she had available to her. He taunted and threatened her this way for several minutes until her limited movement eventually dwindled as she grasped the true futility of her resistance. She hung in her bonds, and he found a new torment.

       One prick of the needles end to the side of her right breast caused her to scream and flinch. He had not even broken the skin, but the shock value was astounding. Then he moved to her torso and another half hearted thrust worried her flesh, and another and another. On and on he teased her with these mock half punctures, each as terrifyingly painful as the first. But non of them sinking into her flesh as she fear they would. She was almost mad with fear when the torment changed again. He touched the needle point to her left nipple and stopped there; she was paralysed with fear and waited for the inevitable. But instead he dragged the point across her flesh, around her aureole, across her chest and around her right breast. All the time she was holding her breath, fearing he would slice lines into her breasts. She had never considered that these sessions might disfigure her. She held as motionless as she could. Because of the ball gag she could say or protest absolutely nothing, and was not even sure she would if she could have.  He continued tracing patterns and swirls over her taught naked torso. She had begun to drool, her muscles were cramping, she hadn’t realised how much concentration and effort she was devoting to just being as still as possible. Then Master finally stopped and discarded the needle in a small yellow plastic box on the bottom shelf of the trolley.  She looked at him, without looking him in the eye, as all slaves have learned to do.

       “You know the needles will be in your flesh soon enough don’t you”? He goaded her.

She nodded “Mmmf Mmster” she tried to answer from behind her gag. He new what she meant and smiled.  Tears were in her eyes.

Master began pinching the flesh of her breasts; testing it, examining it. When he was sure he had a sufficient portion of her tit flesh he held it tightly between his thumb and finger, stretching it from her body, exposing a taught portion of her naked breast. Then he picked up another needle; A syringe point like the first one. She began to whimper and squirm in her bonds, but to no avail. Master held the point to her stretched flesh. He paused for her to ‘fully’ appreciate the situation. To let the fear sink all the way in to her, and then; very slowly and deliberately the needle also pushed its way into her flesh.

       Jenny screamed from behind her gag. It was the long throaty desperate scream of a caged animal. It tailed off into sobs of anguish.

       The needle had not gone all the way through her breast, but as master let go she could feel the sharp end moving inside her breast as gravity allowed it to hang naturally on her chest again. This of course elicited new whimpers of pain and panic form her. But they quickly passed. The needle now protruding from the upper left of her tortured mammary reminded her exactly where the stinging sensation was located. It’s movement due to her heavy ragged breathing made it sway as her chest rose and fell with each breath. Master waited for her breathing to calm and then her panic resumed as he took hold of her nipple and pulled; distending her breast from her chest. Another needle came into view, this time coming vertically down in to the top of her flesh. She began to scream before it went in, and her gagged scream abruptly cut off as the needle pierced her flesh, as though the scream had somehow passed beyond the range of human hearing. Again her breast was released and she was allowed to calm before he resumed. In all six needles assaulted her breasts, three in each. None of them actually in the nipple, nor did any go all the way through. But she had almost cried her eyes dry. She was utterly broken and would have promised anything for the ordeal to end. It was torture she thought to herself over and over again. She fantasised about torture, even tortures like these. But the reality was so very different. Maybe her perverted life could have accommodated something like this if Steve were doing it, ‘If’ she were pleasing him with these sufferings. ‘If’ she knew Steve was enjoying her submitting to things like this. Then she could find some way to endure. But here there was nothing. No sexual component, no meeting of the minds as she had with Steve, No sense of safety at all; nothing but a cold, sadistic torturer. Steve might never know what she was experiencing and suffering here. And then it all came back to her. Why she was there’ who she was there for. And Jenny remembered that she had chosen to come here for Steve. It didn’t matter if he knew or not. It did matter that she was here for him. She was serving Steve right then and there. And she had chosen to do it. She just had to be strong.  Her resolve grew and her tears stopped. She would be brave.

       Master looked at her, he was enjoying her suffering, but he quickly recognised the look in her eyes. It was the look of defiance of strength. He smiled, he would let her enjoy it for a few moments longer, but it wouldn’t last.

       Master eventually, took hold of her face, squeezing her cheeks, and forcing her mouth open. She resisted at first, but quickly understood the futility of that resistance. Master checked the hard rubber ball in her mouth. It still fitted snugly into place. It was kind of a gum shield. It stretched her mouth and protected her teeth while depressing her tongue.

       Master then took hold of her first breast and yanked out the first of the needles. It hurt. It stung and the second one hurt more because she was anticipating it. Then the third needle, and then the other breast. In less than twenty seconds all of the needles were out of her and in the small yellow plastic box. The small holes were not bleeding to her surprise. And she was transfixed looking at them though her tear stained eyes.. So much so that she had not seen Master pour a liquid into his cupped hand and distribute it between both of his hands before he grabbed and massaged the surgical alcohol into her breasts. She instantly went rigid and then began thrashing as much as she could in her bonds. Her gargled screams were punctuated by sobs and sharp intakes of breath. In moments all vestiges of resolve had left her once more and she was hanging sweating and broken in her bonds, head bowed low on her chest. Then it all went away as darkness mercifully took her.

***

Jenny awoke in her cell, there was a selection of cold food, drinks and two buckets. One obviously for her toilet and the other with cloths and a small towel draped over the side for washing, there was also a small bar of soap.  She reasoned that she must have been carried back here. The ball gag was no longer in her mouth and she would probably have bitten her tongue if it hadn’t been there. She couldn’t remember returning under her own power, and her arms still ached from being bound. Her legs were stiff too, but her back had loosened up somewhat. Her breast no longer hurt but she was conscious of were the needles had been. In the low light of her cell, she ate and drank and then resolved to clean herself. She had realised that she smelt of stale sweat, and she desperately wanted to feel cleaner. Of course she was not disturbed until she felt the need to use the lavatory. She positioned her toilet bucket in a corner of the room so she could use the walls for stability. Almost instantly her door was opened and Master stood there watching her from the main room. Her eyes looked at him begging for some privacy, but she knew she wouldn’t get any. She paused wondering to herself if she could ‘hold on’. But deep down she knew that would not be possible.

       “Come on slave, I haven’t got all day, I know you are going to pee yourself or foul yourself, so get on with it. I’d rather you do it here than on one of my beautiful pieces of furniture…” he told her.  

Her heart sank at the cold way he described her most private functions. Her shame was overpowering but after nearly 5 minutes of trying, she was finally able to pee and pass her motions; Master watching her all the time. Burning with shame; she looked around anywhere but at him.

       “The towel and the washing water” Master informed her. She obeyed and cleaned herself with those. The smell of herself in the bucket made her feel sick. Master instructed her to cover her defecations with her washing water. He removed the offending bucket. Leaving the wash bucket,; which was now apparently her next toilet bucket. But she would not have water to cover anything she left until he allowed her another wash bucket of water. She made a mental note of this. She also reflected on the fact that the wash buckets were also a previous day’s toilet. It made her feel no cleaner to realise that.

       Master left her alone for another hour or maybe two; she had no idea if it was day or night in her underground cell.  When he came for her, he lead her this time to room V. Inside there was a pommel horse like piece of furniture, there was a black saddle of sorts with a raised protuberance at the front and a slope that would ensure one’s weight was always forward. She was made to mount the saddle with his help and quickly found that her feet did not reach the ground. Master handed her a pair of sweatbands for her wrists. She looked at them and eventually put them on. Master smiled and drew her wrists behind her back. She felt him fumble around and then the telltale click of handcuff clasps locked around first one wrist then the other. With no support, Jenny now found herself pitched forward slightly, her mons pressing against the raised section in front of her. Moments later a soft silk ribbon was passed figure of eight style around her elbows and drew them together behind her back. Then she felt her panic rise, a noose was lowered from a rig in ceiling. She must have looked very concerned. 

       

“Slave I want you to wear this rope around your neck, tell me how much you want to have my rope holding your throat in place while I torment your naked body” he commanded her, for she knew it wasn’t a choice at all, he just wanted to hear the words. She knew what the noose was for, it would stop her slipping off the saddle to either the left or right, it would ensure she stayed in place short of throttling herself.

       

“Yes sir”. She spoke softly, her voice a little croaky. “I think I should wear the rope for you as you wish sir”. She chose her words carefully; she was acquiescing to him, but not as much as her required of her.  Even her own strength in being able to say the words surprised her.

       

“Good” was all he responded. Jenny wasn’t sure if she had just won or lost that particular point.  Master placed a silk scarf on her neck before placing the noose over it.  Then Master looked around the room. It was a simple dome shaped room with tiles on the walls.

       

“I hope you like it hot slave” he said before leaving. He closed the door, which seamed far better fitting than any other door she had seen here. As it locked into place it was almost airtight. Then she felt warm air. It got hotter, and hotter. She looked around again, the whole room was beginning to resemble the inside of a pizza oven. It was uncomfortably hot now, and she was sweating.  A sheen of sweat covered her body. It was getting difficult to breath. The sweat was beading at her hairline and running down her body. Then the symbian she was sitting on thrummed into life. It pulsed fast between her legs and alternated with low powerful pulses to her clitoris and pubic bone. She began to squirm; at first trying to get further forward then realising she might be better further back. But always gravity would win, pushing her ever forward. The pulses were driving her wild, but not over the edge. The heat was making her excited and drowsy. The bands on her wrist and neck now collected sweat and heat and were driving her to distraction. Sweat ran down her cleavage and breast and she could feel every drip fall from her nipples onto her thighs and every trickle running down her belly to her crotch. Then as her fatigue caused her eyes to close, she fell, from nowhere to nowhere in particular, But the jerk of her involuntary muscle spasm snapped her instantly to wakefulness as the noose tugged on her slender neck. Her fear kept her alert for the next few minutes. But slowly the heat and the device took their toll on her and she faltered again. The symbian now rose in intensity, maybe it was the speed maybe it was just on for longer; she couldn’t tell. But it was getting close to pushing her over the edge and making her cum. She was sweating, gasping and constantly on the verge of cumming or in fear of strangling herself. She was in exquisite turmoil as Master watched from the computer pad he held.

       Steve was right; she was exquisite, especially when sweating and put under distracting stress tortures. Master was impressed and turned the remote controls on the pad to increase the intensity of the symbian. With in a few minutes he watched satisfied as Jenny slid screaming over the edge of a powerful orgasm. Gasping for breath, and screaming for mercy as the waves of vibration just kept coming past the point of enjoyment and on into the pain of a sustained forced orgasm being ripped from her womb. Tears were streaming down her face, but the sweat obscured them. Only her expression told the story of her torment. She may have cum again, maybe even twice more, she didn’t know herself. But her crotch had gone numb. Everything was too sensitive. She wouldn’t cum again. Now it just hurt. Eventually the symbian slowed to a low setting. She had time to acclimate to her discomfort. The heat was oppressive, her breathing was very laboured now, It was like being in a Turkish bath, but with may additional distractions. Her fatigue again threatened to cause her to loose consciousness and perhaps balance. She knew this was a fight she couldn’t win for much longer. Her strength was all but gone. She began to whimper and shout for help, she even tried to scream, but even in her confined room it sounded weak and quiet. She was visibly distressed and panicking. Master was ok with this; he was enjoying every minute of it. He enjoyed another two minutes of Jenny’s suffering and eventually lowered the heat and turned off the symbian before opening the door. She looked even more beautiful than she did on the monitor. Master clicked his fingers for her attention, treated her to some evil smelling salts, and began wiping the sweat down her body to the floor. He enjoyed every hand motion, every touch. He loved the way her skin glistened. The cooler air from the main room was beginning to revive her now, and he engaged a concealed extraction fan to help clear the hot humid air from the room.

       Master helped Jenny from the saddle, having to lift her bodily to the floor. She stood leaning against the symbian and shaking, maybe from fear, exhaustion or even cold now the temperature had changed. But she looked beautifully broken; master thought to himself. 

       Again she was helped to her cell and left to recover. Drink was waiting for her, but no food this time. She sipped weakly at the drinks before collapsing on the mattress. She was aware of the door closing behind her as master left and the she let the low light consume her.

       When she awoke, Jenny was still alone, but now very aware of her body odour. She had collapsed, still dripping in sweat. All of the sweat had now dried and caked her aching body and she smelled rank in the confines of her cell. In the gloom she could see only the toilet bucket, no washing bucket. She took some more of the drink as she was still very dehydrated. But both she and her mattress smelled very strongly of her stale sweat. It was while she contemplated these things that she first heard the other scream. It was a long scream, from one of the other rooms possibly. Not close, definitely not next door, possibly even up stairs, but defiantly a scream, a woman’s scream, much as she imagined her screams must sound like. Then silence. . Moments later another scream, piercing, high pitched and totally without any hope of mercy.   After several repetitions there was a break, then a steady stream of grunts and yelps followed for a long time. Jenny knew from experience that a sustained whipping was being laid onto the poor girl. She could almost feel what the girl was experiencing as she winced with every jolt of sound. She could even hear the strikes landing occasionally. And as she expected, the sounds got steadily quieter, as the girl slowly lost her strength. Eventually Jenny could hear nothing more of the girl, but she knew the whipping probably hadn’t stopped. Only the poor girls failing strength had reduced her sounds so that Jenny could no longer hear them, but Jenny knew that she was still suffering. Jenny listened for a long time, but heard nothing more. It occurred to her that she was however, not alone. She lay on the bed roll again, but couldn’t sleep any more.

       Master opened the door, stripped to the waist; he was sweating, obviously having exerted himself greatly, probably on the other girl she had heard. Without a word, he approached her and grabbed her hair in his fist, pulling Jenny up to her feet. She knew better than to resist as he lead her from the room once more. This time he took her to the sixth of the rooms marked with the ‘VI’. She braced herself as she entered. The room was a office of some sort, with monitors on the walls. One of which clearly showed her cell, irrespective of lighting conditions. Master released her and began unbuttoning his trousers. Her dropped them and seated himself in the swivel chair. Sporting a stiff hard on, he looked at Jenny and commanded,

       

“Kneel”.

Jenny hesitated only a moment, before obeying and kneeling between master’s legs. He was covered in sweat and had far more body hair than Jenny would have liked.

       

“Hands behind your back and leave them there, and don’t stop until you have drank every drop” he added before relaxing back into his chair.

Jenny took her position, demurely held her wrist behind her own back and pushed her lips over the sweat-covered cock of master. The taste of the sweat was strong, and it was mixed with his pre cum. He had been aroused for some time it seemed. The tastes in her mouth and the smell assaulting her nose were almost overpowering. But obediently she began to suck, taking hard long deliberate strokes. She took him as deeply as she could, held and then withdrew to work on the helmet of his hard cock then she repeated, and tried to loose herself in the rhythm of her submission. She felt the hard shaft twitch in her mouth and she wanted to cry.  She felt master’s hands once more on her hair as he entwined his fingers; controlling her and dictating her rhythm. She surrendered her will and dignity with it, and let him use her to pump his cock. All the time she kept her eyes closed, wishing this would end. Of course it did end, in the only way that it could. Master stiffened his body, telegraphing what was to come. His seed burst into her mouth in surprising quantity. She spluttered and his semen leaked out of the corners of her mouth and began dribbling down her chin.   Jenny drank and gulped what she could. The taste was neither pleasant nor terrible. But the humiliation was extreme. She knew she needed to wipe her chin, but feared moving her hands, so she improvised, bobbing her head off and around masters deflating shaft, wiping what she could from her face that way before taking him one more into her mouth. She felt sick to her stomach, the back of her throat burned with the taste of semen and her cheeks burned with humiliation. She kept her eyes lowered. Master pushed her back, not roughly but enough to tell her that she was finished for the time being. She sat back on her heels, her face glistening with his cum and her own spittle. As she looked down she could see her own chest still heaving. Almost at the same time she saw masters finger scoop a small amount of his cum from her breast where it had fallen.

       

“Head up, open your mouth” he commanded

She did so, and he wiped the small deposit of semen into the corner of her mouth. That small act consumed her with humiliation and she began to cry uncontrollably. Master said nothing, if anything he seemed pleased. He did not excuse her or give any more commands, he just watched her until she ran out of tears. Her face had dried now and was crusted in thin flaky white deposits. Only the vertical lines on her cheeks showed where her tears had washed her parts of her face clean. But Jenny could see masters monitor screens, and one of them did indeed show another girl. Beautiful but obviously marked on her back from a whipping. She was face down on a bedroll like hers, but the cell looked different.     

       Master rose, and moved behind her, he must have been crouching as he fixed handcuffs around her wrists. She felt the familiar click, then pressure at her elbows. A silk scarf was being threaded in a figure of eight between them again. As it pulled tight she was felt the discomfort of her elbows being drawn together. Her breasts pushed forward, the pain in her arms grew intently. Mercifully master stopped constricting her arms. Then held her by her right upper arm and dragged her to her feet. It hurt. She squealed and struggled to get her feet under herself. Eventually stable, he led her from the monitor room.   

       Room IV had several contraptions including wire sprung mattresses on the wall and floor, connection points on the walls and ceiling, and an array of implements hanging from the walls. Also there was a large fish tank. She didn’t know what else to call it. Metal framed glass on 4 sides and open at the top, and easily big enough for a person to fit in. It was full of water. She looked toward master and instantly lowered her eyes.   

       

“You understand that I’m going to clean you up now” he enquired,

She just nodded, fearful of the water, and knowing that she was bound tightly, and unable to stop her self from sinking in the water. She hadn’t realised that she was already backing away from Master when he shouted at her,

       

“Stand Still”!

She froze, but couldn’t keep from trembling. Master closed the door to the room, emphasizing her lack of options. Then her took hold of her left arm above the elbow and also her left thigh, his hands easily getting a good grip on both. She could feel her legs weakening with fear as he lifted her from the ground, she screamed and began to struggle as her lifted her over the tank and lowered her in. The water was cold, and she was beginning to panic.

       

“Please don’t let go” she screamed.

Master smiled, he didn’t let go, he pushed her under the water and held her there for a slow count of five seconds before pulling her back up so that her head was above the surface once more. Jenny was terrified, and Master looked very pleased with her fear as she spluttered.

       

“Have you ever suffered drowning tortures for your master”? He calmly asked her. Jenny just lost it ,

       

“No you crazy bastard, let me out” She screamed a torrent of abuse at him, only subsiding as the futility of her situation sank in.

The fear returned all too tangibly, she knew her life was literally in his hands, she couldn’t think. What was it Steve had said? He won’t kill you. That was it. No matter what he did, she wasn’t going to die. She just had to play along and it would be over soon; wouldn’t it?

***

As much as an hour later, she couldn’t tell for sure; Jenny had coughed and spluttered through uncounted dunks into the cold water. Her eyes and throat were stinging. She was no longer certain if this mad man would kill her or not. But her strength had long since left her, and the water obscured her tears of hopelessness. Master too was getting tired and she no longer seemed to be ‘entertaining’ him. She saw him nodding to himself and he dragged her out of the water. He put her over his shoulder and carried her back to her cell. He laid her gently on her bed roll, but left her bound and dripping wet. Then he left closing the door.

        She was cold and shivering, wet matted hair stuck to her face and neck. Exposed parts of her dried and places like her arm pits and crotch remained wet for a lot longer. She was uncomfortable and thoroughly miserable and her arms and shoulders ached terribly. Eventually she fell into a fitful sleep. 

       When she awoke, she was no longer bound and she was mostly dry, but both she and her bed roll were still damp in places. Her arms and elbows ached but were not badly marked; probably form the effects of the cold water. A tray of food was waiting for her with water and fruit juice. And both buckets were available for her with the addition of large fluffy towel. She stretched, she ate and drank. She washed and dried herself, there was even a comb, she ran it through her hair and wrapped herself in the towel like a security blanket. It smelled and felt good. Jenny reflected on the day or had it been days that she had endured, and the tears came again. She sobbed herself to sleep not even daring to contemplate what was yet to come.

       

***

       Jenny awoke to the mist unusual sound; someone was knocking on her door. She looked at the door, the knock came again.

“Come in”. She offered hesitantly.

The door opened revealing a beautiful 20 something girl with pale skin and blonde natural curly hair, with small pert breasts and a totally shaved pubic region. She was of course naked and Jenny could see steel bars in her nipples and some kind of rings in her labia. The only other thing she wore was a metal collar around her neck. It had what looked like four ring attachments spaced around it. She was in every sense a slave girl.

       Her eyes met Jenny’s then she entered without a word, and picked up Jenny’s used bucket and placed the food tray on top. As she turned and crouched Jenny could see the welts and bruises on her back. They looked terrible, but the skin had not been broken. Jenny could see she was still in pain as certain movements caused her to wince.  Jenny didn’t know what to say to her. But almost as quickly as she had arrived, she was gone again and the door closed behind her. Jenny got up and tried the door. It was locked again. But she hadn’t heard it lock. For the next few hours all she could think of was the other girl. Who she was? How long she had been here? And would Jenny have to suffer a whipping like the one she had seen on her? Jenny wondered if she might have been the mute Steve had mentioned. But surely not she had heard her screams. And then for no reason she could justify, Jenny began to thing of the girl in all of the positions she had found herself in over the past days, and the thoughts aroused her. So much so that when the door opened again, she was still furiously touching herself and was literally caught in the act.

       She froze, unfortunately with her glistening fingers still pushing on her clit in the folds of her sex. She wanted to die. Master and the other girl were standing in the doorway. Master looked amused but the blonde girl looked impassive or maybe just a little sympathetic, which totally terrified Jenny.

       After a long second, Jenny snatched her fingers away and tried to hide them behind her back, as she struggled to a kneeling position with her head bowed. She couldn’t look at either of them. Jenny heard Master say to the girl, clean that up. She didn’t answer, but presently Jenny saw her naked legs come into view. She took Jenny’s hand, and placed Jenny’s wet fingers in her own mouth, and cleaned the juices off. Jenny was mortified. Then the girl lifted Jenny’s hand motioning for her to stand; which she reluctantly did. The blonde girl pushed her gently back to the wall then knelt before her and applied her tongue to cleaning Jenny crotch.  Jenny wanted to die form shame. The licks were long slow and deliberate. Not sexual exactly but very efficient. To be caught is one thing but this was a level of humiliation she had never imagined, and feared she might have to do herself one day. All the while she was aware of masters amused smile; which only made it all worse.  She finished and stood again. She was a few inches taller than Jenny. She said nothing but her eyes conveyed everything, Things like ‘don’t worry’, ‘it’ll be alright’, and ‘I’m sorry’. Then she stood at the wall beside Jenny, in the presentation pose, Hands behind her head, her naked legs a shoulder width apart and her eyes down toward the floor. Jenny noticed and followed suit. And they waited.  

       Master paused long enough to make Jenny feel uncomfortable before turning from the room and instructing them to follow him. The blonde girl led with her hands behind her back. Again Jenny followed her lead. They headed for the room with the water tank again. Jenny tried to steel herself, but on entering the room the tank was empty of water this time. Master stopped, turned and motioned to the blonde girl, pointing briefly to Jenny then the wall. The blonde girl turned to Jenny with a look of apology on her face. She gently too Jenny’s wrist and led her to the wall were a wire sprung mattress hung like a skeletal sculpture. She fixed Jenny’s wrist to manacles which spread her arms and her legs were similarly positioned leaving Jenny in an exposed X position. Then master fixed the blonde girl to a similar arrangement on the wall facing Jenny.  Jenny could see a faint trace of fear in the girls eyes that had not been there before; and this worried her. Again Master went to the far end of the room and collected the trolley. It had different things on it this time, but she couldn’t see what. The only thing she could make out was a large black box. She gulped as the trolley began to roll closer. The needles were still there in their protective sterile packaging but there were also weights and clamps made out of metal, and wires, coloured wires. Then she realised; electricity. She could see metal dildos and plugs on the lower half of the trolley, and two of the gum shields she’d had forced into her mouth before. Her breathing quickened, but again there was nowhere to go. The blonde girl remained silent, but was visibly trying to control her breathing. She too was afraid. Master smiled and uncoiled a viciously thick black whip. No it was a power cables which he guided one end of into an outlet socket on the wall. The other end ran into the black box. Master looked very pleased as he connected two then four; and finally 10 pairs of red and black wires in to terminals at the bottom of the box. Both girls looked on, Jenny was horrified but the blonde girl appeared to have seen this before and had an expression of grim resignation on her face. Neither of them said a word. The first and second pair of wires ended in sharp looking crocodile clips. Master showed these to both of the girls, but more so to Jenny. Then he calmly pinched them open and applied them to the sprung assembly that the blonde had her back to. Then the same for Jenny’s wall mounted mattress assembly. A third pair were applied to the blonds left nipple, bay attaching the crocodile clips to the balls at the end of the small bars running through her nipples. The fourth pair was similarly attached to her right nipple bar. Jenny glanced down. She had no such jewellery. Master brought the next pair of wires to show her, but these clamps were smoother, not serrated like the ones used on the blond girl. He used one to pinch on to the soft sensitive flesh under her right breast and while she was still wincing and becoming accustomed to the discomfort the other closed painfully over her nipple; which was quite full and sensitive. She moaned and stifled a yelp. Master paused to enjoy her new torment, and when he was satisfied he treated her left breast to the same experience.

       The next pair of wires were attached to a metal phallus. Master just smiled at Jenny and rubbed it between the folds of her labia, then removed it to show her that she was already wet. As she closed her eyes in shame, He returned it to her crotch and slid in inside her with very little effort. Another set of clamps but with something between them were on the end of the next wires. These were fixed to her lips. It wasn’t till she saw the same thing happening to the blonde girl that she realised the last clips effectively held the phallus in. They were also linked to the box as well. She did not want this to begin, but she also wanted it over as soon as possible. It didn’t matter; nothing was within her control. She looked toward the blonde girl, she looked back but made no attempt to communicate. Then the first pulse came. It was low tingling, almost tickling. It thrummed through the mesh she was clasped to and ran shivers down her spine. Then it came again and again; each time a little more intense and a little hotter. Her back began to cramp and spasm with each pulse. Then the sensations came to her breasts. They burned and she yelped with each application of the current. Also her breast shock and contracted, tightening on her chest. It would have been quite attractive had it not been for the intense discomfort in her mammaries. Then she saw the effect of the setting she had been ‘built up to’ as it was applied instantly to the poor blonde girl. She screamed, and tensed horribly. Her back was already hurting from the whipping that Jenny knew she had endured. This must have been like finger nails scratching over her wounds. The girl’s eyes were wide with fear and pain, and her screams were cut off by lack of air in her lungs, or they were just too loud to be heard any more. Jenny couldn’t tell anymore. Then the blonde girl began to jerk and tense obscenely as Jenny her self must have been doing. Master settled in to watch his puppets dance in pain and discomfort; their upper bodies dancing for him, with constant expressions of surprise and pain on their faces. The box must have had some random functionality, as the girls could not tell which circuit would pulse next.  Then Master leaned over and turned a dial, the intensity grew again; eliciting new shrieks of pain from the bound girls. A few buttons later and their genitals joined the orgy of torture that assaulted them. Jenny’s eyes bulged wider and she was struggling for breath. The assault seemed to go on forever. She was perspiring heavily. Her tits felt like they were on fire and her back felt like it had been whipped as much as the blonde girls had. She dared not think what that poor girl must feel like at that moment. Her crotch was convulsing with the electricity and she was torn between a painful rising tide of excitement and pure agony. Then master smiled and did the unthinkable, he inched the dial a little further then got up and left the room, Both girls squealed their fear after him. They were terrified that they would be left like this, in absolute torment. Each stole a glance at the other, and they both confirmed their own worst fears. The other was not doing well and they must both have mirrored each others distress which made things even worse.

       It was only minutes later that Master returned, but those minutes were an eternity for Jenny and the blonde slave. When he returned, both were coated in a uniform sheen of perspiration. He reached for the control box, watching their reactions; savouring the fear in there eyes, before he finally lowered the intensity. He reduced the pulses and the strength of the shocks incrementally over the next few minutes, but he did not end the girls torment. Still their muscles twitched obscenely with each random pulse. This torment continued for another half an hour, with the occasional pulse at a higher level or a prolonged shock; when ever it suited master. Finally he could see both girls were trembling all the time now. Their energy and strength was leaving them. They would soon pass out and that would not do. The final switch of the control box was thrown and the torture ended. Both women slumped in their bonds when they that felt no more pain would come. But weak as they were both tested the bonds, longing to be away from these wire mattresses of pain. Jenny saw the blonde girl, her eyes were red raw from crying as she knew her own must also have been. Master stepped into her line of vision; she lowered her eyes reflexively and could see the bulge in his trousers.

“Aren’t you going to thank me”? He asked sarcastically.

Jenny managed to mumble weakly,

“Thank you, Sir” 

“What are you thanking me for slave”? He chided her.

       

“For punishing me sir”. She offered, instantly disgusted at her rapid capitulation to his taunts.

Master raised one eyebrow, indicating she should elaborate

       

“….for letting me experience the pain sir”. Her voice was shaky, she didn’t know if she was saying enough to please him.

“Did you like the experience”? He challenged her.

She knew it was a trick question, she opted for honesty;

“No sir, it was agony….. “. She trailed off into a whisper

“So you don’t want any more”? He quizzed

“NO sir” she found the energy to say with crystal clarity and almost a little venom.

Master smiled

“Not even to amuse me….”? He left the though hanging in the air.

Jenny’s heart sank. There was no answer she could give to that, no way out.  She was literally speechless. He moved closer.

“I require an answer from you slave”. He snarled through gritted teeth, smiling as he said it.

There was only one answer, and she would rather die than give it, but she had no choice and she knew it. Her legs weakened as she realised it and gathered spittle to form the words in her suddenly dry mouth. Crying the words out and utterly defeated she said;

“If that is what you wish sir” and her sobs of despair consumed her once more.

She couldn’t see master smiling, but he let the blonde girl down and led her from the room without another word. He returned sometime later to find Jenny still sobbing. She had prayed that sleep would take her, but her fear wouldn’t let her drift away. She began trembling again as master approached. But as with the blonde girl he began removing the electrodes, letting the pain of the blood returning to her pinched flesh consume her thoughts. The relief was palpable, he would not shocker her again after all. She cried again, this time silently, and wondered how much more of this she could take.

       Back in her cell, she washed and drank what was available then fell into a fitful disturbed sleep. Her dreams were full of pain and events that she had no control over. She couldn’t remember her dreams in detail, but everything was unbearable and unending. There was nowhere she could retreat to; not even her dreams.

Jenny was woken by the blonde girl again. Master was nowhere to be seen.

“Who are you? What’s your name”? Jenny chanced.

The blonde girl looked frightened that Jenny was talking, but moved closer and whispered,

“My name used to be Kathy, please don’t talk any more. Its really bad if he finds us talking without permission”. And she would say no more, other than to instruct Jenny to; “Come with me”.

Kathy walked Jenny into the round room and up the stairs. Walking ahead of Jenny, allowed Jenny to see the poor girls back, it was bruised heavily but not cut badly. It was healing but still looked very tender.

Jenny realised that this was the first time Jenny had been upstairs since her arrival. Jenny even dared to wonder if her ordeal was over and she was going home. Master met her at the top of the stairs, and the gleeful look on his face was not the look of a man giving up his most recent toy. Not today anyway. Her heart sank a little.

“I trust you slept well”? He asked Jenny, obviously not interested in her answer although she nodded a response.

       

“Time for a little out door activity for you”. He said, his words running into one another in a parody of a Scottish accent. He breezed past Jenny and Kathy and out into the court yard.

       Kathy touched her arm and motioned to follow him. In the courtyard Jenny suffered a sharp intake of breath. Unlike the day she had arrived, this time there were other things in the courtyard; Two dogs, a horse, a pig and a small unmarked van.

“I understand that you have suffered the indignities of copulating with animals, and that you rather enjoyed it”. He directed at her, then his eyes glsanced on to the collection of animals before them.

Jenny looked painfully embarrassed and once again wished the ground would swallow her.

“Isn’t that right”? He chided her “Wouldn’t you like to experience, fuck and suck all of these animals for my entertainment”?

She didn’t answer, she couldn’t answer. Again he moved closer.

“I want you used by, and tortured by; these animals. Tell me that you are ready to do anything that I want…” He said leaving that horrible thought hanging in the air. “Tell me, or I can take you straight back to the electric room”.

Jenny flashed a frightened glance at him, then closed her eyes and slowly nodded, it was all she could do. There was nothing in her mind but despair.

Master smiled, a wicked look on his face as he said to Kathy,

“To the stocks with her”

Kathy waked jenny to a pair of wooden stocks. The wood was old and smooth. They looked like they had been used many times. The wrist holes were almost black, but had no trace of any sharp edges. She was made to kneel. The wood was old and smoothed to the shape of her knees. It was hard but almost comfortable. She wondered how many other women, slaves or victims had been there before her. The upper part of the stocks closed over her head and wrists, and that feeling of panic caused her breathing and heart to surge as the click of some lock she could not see fixed her in place. She was at the mercy of this sadist and his animals. The idea seemed preposterous. How could she be in this position? Then her train of thought was broken by the feeling of Kathy’s hand on her ankle. She moved Jenny’s feet in to position a little farther apart than they were and fixed manacles around them. Then she felt a strain as her legs were pulled further apart. The chains or ropes on the manacles were pulled taught, restricting her already limited movement. But leaving her hind quarters totally exposed. Her hands had begun flexing into fists and out again. Kathy moved close and looked into her eyes apologetically, but no words were spoken. She brushed and teased Jenny’s hair with her finger tips until she could form a pony tail with it. Then she slipped a small noose of black rope around the tail and tightened it. Jenny could not see the clamp that coved the noose knot and her hair. But it made sure her hair would not slip free. Then Jenny felt the terrible pull of the rope, bringing her head back and up until she was facing forward. The back of her neck was hard against the wood of the stock. Her throat was pulled tight and the roots of her hair ached. The stress on her legs was also beginning to tell. Her legs were not at right angles to the ground. All of her joints were at an awkward angle of some sort. The strain was already causing her to fidget and she knew it would only get worse. She let out a small moan of frustration. This seemed to please master.

“Bring the shepherd” He said to Kathy.

And she dutifully walked to and unhitched the leash of the German Shepherd tethered to the spike in the lawn.  She walked it to Jenny. The dog was excited and eager to sniff her. It sniffed and then licked her face. Jenny cringed.

“Open your mouth” Master commanded.  

Jenny paused for the briefest moment then screwed her eyes shut and obeyed, opening her mouth. The dog surged forward again sniffing her and licking her. This time the canine tongue found Jenny’s lips and dipped into her mouth. She foolishly tried to repel the intruder with her own tongue. This merely encouraged the animal and she began to splutter and spit. The dog lost interest and sniffed around the wooden stocks. She chanced a look and feared the animal might urinate on the contraption mistaking it for a tree. But that fear was toppled; by the cold nose of the dog and its inquisitive tongue nurseling her bare ribcage and arm pit. Her squeals as she was tickled only encouraged the dog and it licked and burrowed more furiously. She was breathless and apoplectic before Kathy finally pulled the dog from her with some considerable effort. Almost instantly her laughing stopped and all she could feel was the drying wetness and the smell of dog breath. It seemed so bizarre and embarrassing that she had been laughing at all. Abruptly she was aware of master standing near her head, bending down to her.

“I’m going to let the dog fuck you. Would you like that”?

Then without waiting for an answer he reached behind her and slid one finger between the folds of her labia. When he retrieved the finger and held it in view for her; it was wet. He just smiled and Jenny’s shame consumed her and she violently shook at the bonds of the stocks holding her in frustration and shame.     

“Get him ready” Master commanded Kathy.

Kathy encouraged the dog to sit and then lay down. She stroked the animal, moving closer and closer to its crotch area. When the dog voluntarily opened its hind legs as if to bath itself her hand moved to the bulge where the dogs penis was housed. She began using practiced gentle movements. The dog occasionally licked the area for extra encouragement, but all to soon a pink and red mottled penis head began to emerge from the dog. The head tapered to a relative point but the shaft was the width of a man’s and smoothed not veined. And worst of all; it glistened like something alien. Jenny felt sick. The dog now desisted licking and left Kathy to excite it further, Before long Kathy had to bend her head forward and take the swelling dogs penis into her mouth to wet it further. Jenny was repulsed by the thought and felt sick to her stomach, as much for Kathy as for herself. The dog shaft appeared to be at full length now and it narrowed in diameter a little near the dog’s body. It had a definite cigar or sausage like shape and was as big as that of any man she had known. Kathy rose and handed the leash to master. He took it and disappeared behind Jenny. She heard the encouragement and felt the first scrambling’s on her back and bottom. The dog slid off several times scratching her thighs causing her to yelp and cry out. Eventually the dog found his perch and coiled its body under, enough to attempt an entry. But it movements were wild and undirected and Jenny was subjected to numerous painful stabs around her crotch and bottom. The dogs cock was hard and hot, and it seemed to stick to her were it touched like it was coated in glue. One of the thrusts was closed to the rose bud of her anus rather than her vagina. But all too soon the beast found its target, and sank into her pussy, cleaving her labia out of the way. There was no pause. The initial penetration was followed by an instant and furious pneumatic assault. A relentless raping of her genitals for 10 seconds or more of painful hell then a small respite from the dog before it hammered into her again. Her cries of panic were piteous and totally lost on the master, he would let her suffer all the agonies of hell and she knew it. Her hair pulled tight she could not even shake her head, only her hands clenching into fists and unclenching expressed her torment.  And then it was over. At least the dog had stopped but it was still inside her. Then she felt the beast twitching and trying to dismount her. But it was stuck inside her, Infact it seemed bigger now than when it had entered her. The dog began to cross a paw over her back so both of its front legs were on one side of her body and its weight slid it down to the ground. But the engorged penis still did not come out of her. Instead it twisted inside her until the dog and her were arse to arse but still joined. The dog’s hot sticky shaft had rotated within her dragging her tender flesh as it went, and still the monster did not uncouple from her. It tugged several times testing the join and she could feel the hot animal semen inside her. Even its lubrication did not let the animal release her from its cruel plugging of her vagina. All she could do was, endure. The dog tugged half a dozen more times, each one a wrench to her sensitive, assaulted pussy. The dog pulled one more time and she felt pressure that should only accompany child birth. The dog pulled its way out of her, stretching her as the knot that had formed finally came out of her followed by several inches of still hard dog cock. She felt the dogs spend leaking out of her and down her legs. Worst of all she could smell it. The smell of dog but somehow more metallic filled her nostrils. She hadn’t realised but she was already crying and was glad that the ordeal was over.  Then Kathy and master were near her head. Master passed the leash to Kathy and said

“Get him cleaned up”

She turned the spent dog away from Jenny and then manoeuvred the dogs hind quarters closer to Jenny’s face. Kathy crouched to raise its still semi erect cock into Jenny’s mouth, looking apologetically into her eyes.  Jenny gagged a few times on the dog as it continued to trickle cum into her mouth as she cried her way through the terrible experience. But master watched patiently while Kathy guided the dogs mottled penis into Jenny’s mouth for cleaning. He savoured every moment of her degradation.    

       Jenny was left in the stocks, the dog semen drying on her body, the gentle breeze on her skin. Her joints and extremities were in pain. Her hair felt like it was being ripped from her scalp. Every movement that alleviated one discomfort rapidly brought on another. She was reduced to constant shifting miseries. The only thing to take her mind off her predicament was the collection of animals. There was another dog; a Great Dane or some similar breed, a pig, a horse and the van. That might have housed one of the dogs but not all of these animals. Her mind wandered, remembering the pig on the island, its horrible stabbing corkscrew penis and the sheer volume of its spend. Knowing what was to come made it worse. She did not look forward to a repeat of that experience. And a horse? She couldn’t even imagine what she was expected to do with such an animal.

       Kathy returned, she had a bowl of washing water and proceeded to clean Jenny. The awful smell of dog was gradually replaced by sweet smelling soap with a hint of honeysuckle. Jenny relaxed and let Kathy minister to her. Then Kathy spoke;

“Are you ok? How are you holding up”?

Jenny opened her eyes and looked around, but couldn’t see much,

“Its ok, he’s gone inside, he’s not watching us anymore” Kathy answered, reassuring Jenny.

Jenny felt like she had a million questions,

“You are his slave”? She asked almost unbelievingly.

“No” Kathy said with absolute certainty. “God No, I was sent here, as punishment and for further training, kind of like you”.

“Your master sent you”? Jenny asked.

“No, I did” Kathy replied with a crooked smile.

“I don’t get it…..” said Jenny.              

“Its my choice, I asked for and paid for this.  A man I trust very much set it up for me”. She confided

“That’s some friend”. Jenny posed quizzically.

“Maybe you’ll meet him when he comes to collect me, Kurt’s wonderful” Kathy told her.

“Kurt”? Jenny blurted out, “German”? “I think I’ve met him”. She trailed off.

Kathy just smiled.

As if afraid to, Jenny finally asked, “So what’s next”? “What else is he going to do to me”; referring to the master with the slightest nod of her head toward the house.

“I don’t know for sure, He said he won you or something like that, and that he was going to get his monies worth out of you” She trailed off “It didn’t sound good, I’m sorry”. She looked vaguely concerned.

”I think he’s got a rough time planned for you”. Jenny could tell from Kathy’s tone that her concern only went so far.

“I know you are a slave, where as I’m a guest”. Kathy stated matter of factly. But when Jenny didn’t seem to acknowledge it she continued;

“.. you know, there are things he cant do to me. There are agreed limits.  But for you….. anything goes” and she meant what she was saying.

Jenny looked horrified, she’d seen the whipping Kathy had taken only a day or so ago and envisaged much worse for herself, but Kathy didn’t look horrified. Quite the opposite her look was rather dreamy and distant. 

“I envy you”, Kathy said, “I wish I could be like you. Not knowing what was going to happen to me or how far it might go. You are so brave, it’s so excit……” and at that moment master re entered the courtyard, Kathy was instantly silent.

“Enjoy your chat”? Master boomed at them, and air of amusement in his voice.

Jenny saw Kathy wince. It was like being caught smoking behind the bike sheds. Except that Jenny was in whipping stocks, naked with her head and hair tied at a strained angle. She wanted to shiver, but even that slight movement hurt her scalp.

“Slave” He said to Kathy, “Take the Great Dane inside. “You will be servicing its needs for my entertainment”. He walked to her and took two small bullet shaped ovals of metal from his pockets, They had sprung clips on them and he held them close over Kathy’s nipples. The clamps looked strong and Kathy winced in pain, the contortions did not leave her face. The pain looked extreme, and she obviously dared not attempt to remove them herself.

“Take the dog in now and they don’t come off until the dog is finished with you, Do you understand”? He glowered at her, All traces of amusement gone from his voice now.

“Yes Master” was all she could manage in a pained weak voice as she led the larger dog away and into the house.

Master walked wordlessly to Jenny and began untying her from the stocks. It was good to be able to move her neck again. Finally she stood naked with master and the animals.

“Presentation position” master said calmly, and Jenny complied, Feet a shoulders width apart and hands behind her head, pushing her breast forward.

Master walked behind her out of view, “You have performed acts with dogs and a pig before, haven’t you”? He quizzed again, even though he apparently already knew the answer.  Jenny’s stomach turned once again at the remembering of the pigs cork screw penis, and the speed with which it moved and prodded at her face. Her train of thought was broken by master;

“But you have yet to perform with a horse”? He said.

Jenny glanced momentarily in masters direction as he walked into view of her leading the horse by its reigns. She gulped. She had no idea what was expected of her. She envisaged the horse above her trying to mount her. But no, surely not, she would be crushed? Master paused letting the thoughts run around in side her head.

“Your task is simple, make the horse cum, ensure its sperm covers your body not the ground, and make sure you eat at least two fingers worth of it. When you are done return the horse to its tether and present yourself at the door for my inspection…. Her you go” And master passed her the reigns and left the courtyard. Jenny was dumbfounded. She was relatively free and no one was watching her. She wasn’t sure what to do. She even considered running to the outer gate and trying to leave. Maybe not a practical thought as she was still totally nude and a long way form anything that might call its self a road. But of course, sanity and reality soon re asserted themselves. She was here because she had agreed to be here. She was doing these things because she had agreed to do these things. And also because she loved Steve, and how she loved him. But she felt foolish. She had a horribly degrading task ahead of her, and she wasn’t sure what was worse, doing it while being observed, or doing it all alone. No one would know; except her and the horse. She eyed the beast for the first time. It snorted at her, but didn’t seem aggressive. She wondered how to do this. She knew that she had to do it. But was there a right and a wrong way? Would the horse even let her? Should she re tie him to the ground stake? Yes that was probably best, one less thing to worry about. The animal was easily coaxed back to his spike in the ground between the pig and the white van. The reins attached easily enough and the horse returned to its grazing. Jenny felt self-conscious and crouched along side the beast; she didn’t think she had ever been this close to a horse before and certainly not for any reason such as this. She reached under and patted and stroked the horse near the area of its penis. She must have gotten it partially right, the horse let out a new sound, almost interested, if she read it correctly. She continued to rub closer and the horse began to shift its weight. Getting comfortable she thought. It must have done this before even if she hadn’t. Then she had the strangest thought; what if she was no good at this? For a moment, she was actually afraid that she might be unsatisfactory to the horse.       

The absurdity caught up with her and she laughed, her hand had reached an opening under the horse. She even wondered for a moment if he had given her a girl horse. Her finger probed the opening and was instantly met with a hot hard mass of skin coming out of the hole, and it kept coming. Six inches, ten, twelve ,eighteen maybe twenty inches plus. Not wet or slimy, almost dry. It was soft to the touch but with the underlying hardness of muscle. She let herself touch the beast’s penis, testing its flexibility and how the outer skin moved along the shaft. It was mottled brown and grey. It had a distinctive aroma, but not an unpleasant one and she was going to make it cum. The idea was difficult for her, but she swung the horse member a little in her direction so she would not be directly under the horse. It didn’t seem to mind. She tried to settle into a rhythm, But the horse seemed to require more. Reluctantly she held it to her mouth and kissed the end of the titanic member. Then she kissed again, this time for longer. Finally she parted her lips allowing the giant tip into her mouth, her tongue searched out the tip of the horses cock and she tasted the beast for the first time. That approving sound came again from the horse and she closed her eyes. Her tongue was lapping and wetting the end of the horse cock in her mouth. She tried to take it into her mouth but could only accommodate a small portion of huge shaft, but her mouth did fit around it she was surprised to find. Her hands continued to pump the shaft toward her and the animal made no protests. After a while she felt a warm trickle and the first changes of the tastes in her mouth. She paused taking her mouth from the beast and heard what sounded like a small protest. She returned her mouth to its ministrations. The shaft began to swell and harden further, she readied her self for the animal to shoot its spend onto her, but it did not come, she continued, ever mindful not to hurt the animal but quickening in pace where she could. It was many minutes later before the first jet of strong tasting think semen hit her tongue. She almost gagged and had to pull her mouth away. Another jet shot over her shoulder and she worried that the semen would fall to the floor. She directed the animals’ cock to her breasts and another jet landed above her tits. She continued to work the shaft as pulse after pulse splashed off her chest. Occasionally she would rub the end over her coated breasts, collecting any drips that threatened to fall to the floor. She remembered that she must eat ‘at least two fingers worth’ and didn’t relish the idea of the cooling semen on her chest, and so opted for the last few spurts from the horses cock before it fell flaccid; Although it did not retract from whence it had come.  It remained a long limp reminder of the humiliation she had experienced while servicing an animal with her naked body. And just part of her wondered what it would have been like to feel that huge animal cock inside her. And she felt ashamed for even thinking of it. But think of it she had,

She patted and even thanked the horse before walking slowly and carefully to the door to the house. She stood in presentation pose and leaned back slightly as the horse cum she had not rubbed into her skin dripped slowly toward her legs.

The door opened, master looked pleased. Although Jenny never looked directly at him she could make out the expressions on his face. He beckoned her in and led her back down the stairs to the room with the doors. Kathy was there with the Great Dane. There were scratches on her sides and she was currently licking the huge dogs softening penis.

“Enough return the dog and come back here” He said and Kathy did as she was told. Upon returning a short time later she presented herself at masters side, thrusting her breast forward. She was obviously eager to be rid of the clamps crushing her nipples.

“Clean that first” he motioned to Jenny

Kathy paused and let the implications set in. She wanted to get the bucket and soap. But she knew that was not to be her fate.

“On all fours” He added as she began to move in Jenny’s direction.

Defeated, Kathy dropped slowly to her knees and then crawled to Jenny’s feet. Licking up her legs and torso to her neck line; Kathy proceeded to lick every drop of horse semen from Jenny’s quivering body. The humiliation for both of them was extreme, But neither dared to protest.

           

“Now…” He looked to Jenny,

“You may remove the nipple weights that have been reminding slave K here not to talk without my permission”

       Jenny grasped the spring clasps. Even that slight touch showed as intense pain on Kathy’s face.  Jenny opened the clamps and blood rushed back in to Kathy’s tortured nipples. She yelped and wanted to drop to the floor and rub life back into her precious tips. But all she could do was stand and absorb the pain; shaking visibly with the effort.

“Slave K”?

“Yes Master”? She hissed out through gritted teeth.  

“What should slave J’s punishment be for talking? For making you talk”? He asked her.

Jenny closed her eyes and to her surprise Kathy said

“No more than mine sir “

Master smiled “Follow me…” and both girls followed him into room III.

Master opened a cabinet. It contained metal implements of all types. He handed a pair of military grade handcuffs to Kathy, the kind with a hinge but no chain. Master motioned to Jenny and Kathy fixed them into place; Jenny’s wrists were cuffed behind her back. The clamps from Kathy’s nipples were still in her hands. Master relieved her of them.

“Put these on her”. He said handing them to Kathy.

With an apologetic look on her face she slowly placed them over Jenny’s nipples and they crushed her nipples painfully as they clamped into place. Jenny knew it would be bad, but she was unprepared for the shear agony. The clamps bit harder than any she had experienced, She wanted to pull them off immediately, but was frozen in place by pain and of course, fear.

Kathy made to step back from Jenny and master said,

“And now these on her pussy lips”.

There were two short chains with even heavier weights at the ends and another two waiting in his other hand. Kathy was made to apply all four weighted clamps to the soft folds of Jenny’s vagina.  Jenny yelped with each new addition.

Jenny was trembling with the pain from the pussy and nipple clamps, now she was shaking and too terrified to move. The clamps were strong and pinched cruelly at her sensitive skin. And the cuffs were a constant reminder that it would not end without masters mercy. She knew there was precious little of that. And so she suffered.

“Take her with you, while you put the animals away, make sure she sees what’s in the van” Master said, and then he left by the stairs.

Kathy said nothing, but helped Jenny towards the stairs. The trip back up them was much more difficult, every step was a torment for Jenny as the clamps pinched into her. The weighs between her legs knocked and twisted together causing more pain and discomfort. It took nearly five minutes of slow progress to reach the animals outside. Kathy said;

“Wait here” while she led the horse and then the two dogs to stable and kennels behind the house, but out side the main wall, Jenny noticed.

Then Kathy came for the pig and led it behind the house too. When she returned, she opened the small white van driver’s door. The keys were in the ignition. She used them to open the back door to the van.

       Jenny looked on, the van appeared to be climate controlled. Inside were all manner of cases and tanks for exotic animals. A couple of snakes, two spiders, some sea creatures Jenny thought they looked like slugs, and there were ventilated Jars containing insects; wasps, ants, even a big scorpion. and some cockroaches. Jenny recoiled, the wasps looked very familiar and her hands moved involuntarily to protect her vagina before the hand cuffs around her wrists reminded her how impossible that was. Once again she felt naked and vulnerable. Kathy closed the van doors and lead Jenny slowly back to the house. The weights clanking and tugging between her legs; she winced with every step. Jenny was beginning to tremble slightly. She was afraid. She didn’t want to suffer the wasps again, not for this man. She wanted to cry. She wanted Steve to come and take her away from here. He could do anything to her. She had had enough and she just wanted this to be over now.      

“Enjoy your walk”? Master enquired as Kathy led Jenny down the stirs to the basement. Jenny didn’t answer. Sure enough it had been a rhetorical question, because master just smiled at her discomfort.

“You can both eat in her cell” He informed the two girls “But not a word, you understand” He said threateningly.

Kathy nodded; Jenny did the same all be it a little slower. They entered Jenny’s cell and the familiar tray and bucket combo awaited them both.

They ate in silence. Jenny desperately wanted to remove the weights, but with nothing said they remained on. They hurt terribly when she tried to sit on the floor and the weights went slack as they touched the floor. That in itself caused her more pain. Kathy had to feed Jenny because her hands were still cuffed behind her. It was maybe half an hour later before master returned and had Kathy remove the weights to floods of tears from Jenny. She couldn’t remember having the clamps on her for so long. The pain was intense and her skin horribly pinched, almost like it would show the marks forever. Kathy held Jenny’s crying face to her shoulder and comforted her as best she could. Her cries became sobs and the hug no longer seemed right between two grown women. They parted; knowing when they did so that master would start again on them in some way. Jenny was left in her cell and Kathy was moved somewhere else. The door closed and the lights went out. Jenny sobbed herself to sleep once again. Her dreams were plagued with thoughts and fears. Would she ever survive this hell?

       Jenny Awoke to the sound of the door opening, a tearful Kathy entered with Master close behind.  He snapped his fingers and left the room, they both followed him, this time to room II. The chair and the pommel horse were there. He had Kathy help him position Jenny over the pommel horse her ankles in the lower fixings leaving her legs apart. Jenny’s weight rested on the top of the pommel horse. The cuffs behind her back were attached to a chain from the ceiling. When it pulled tort the strain in her arms pushed her head forward and down and raised her exposed bottom. Kathy was then placed in the interrogation chair, her knees fixed obscenely apart and the cut out in the seat leaving access to both of her sensitive holes. Jenny’s position over the pommel horse and Kathy’s seated position were such that they could see each other faces. Master smiled and retrieved a squeezable tube, the brand name it carried let the two captives know that this was not going to be good. He applied a latex glove to his right hand and applied a liberal amount of the clear gel. He rubbed and flexed his fingers over one another until the gloved fingers where evenly coated, then he applied a 1 cm blob to the end of his first two fingers. He showed it to Jenny and Kathy, then reached between Kathy’s spread legs and rubbed the gel into her clitoris and along her slit to her puckered arse. A second blob was applied to his fingers and he stepped behind Jenny rubbing the gel into her anus and dragging the remainder down her slit till he was rubbing it under her clit hood. Then he stepped back and waited. Kathy began to squirm first. The deep heat of the tiger balm was inflaming the muscles of her sensitive vagina and tortured clitoris. The heat built until it became unbearable and then it got hotter still. She itched and trembled and let out juddering moans of suffering. Soon Jenny’s inflamed anus and maddeningly hot vagina were assaulted by similar waves of heat and itching. They both began to sweat and could find no comfort at all. The areas of Jenny’s cunt that had been pinched by the clamps were still most sensitive. It felt as though hot needles were being stabbed into her there. And the pain just seemed to get worse. It was maddening. Jenny heard a scream. Kathy was begging for it to stop. Both of them were in floods of tears. Soon Jenny could take no more and was also begging. Both were stressing how much they ‘meant it’ and that they ‘couldn’t take anymore’. They both felt like they were literally on fire; and master did not stop the torture. Ten minutes later both women were jabbering wrecks who would have sold their souls for an ease to their torture. But finally the pain began to subside, the heat lessened or finally became more bearable, but the itching did not go away, it seemed to overtake the heat and through tears and sweat they continued to shake and squirm as much as the bonds would allow. They suffered, even preying for unconsciousness. Half an hour later their strength had left them and Jenny hung over the pommel horse, Kathy was finally slumped not rigid with pain in the chair. They both saw master move out of the corners of there vision. He picked up the tube once more. Both girls screamed their protests, wide eyed with fear. Master held up his hand, they fell silent but no less fearful.

“Here’s how this is going to work, I want one of you to suffer for me again just as you both have done. The other one will service me to my satisfaction. Decide between you who it will be by the time I get back or I will choose what to do with you both. And with out another word, master left the room. Silence filled the room, Stuttering and fearful, Kathy shakily said;

“I can’t go through that again, its horrible, I though I was going to die”

Jenny’s response was no less encouraging “Oh god please no, this can’t be happening….” Trying to think of a solution and preferably not one that involved more of the heat gel.

“I can’t…..” Jenny stammered “I’m so raw it feels like my skins been ripped off”

“What if we can’t decide? What will he do”? Kathy asked

“Nothing good…” Jenny offered.

“He’ll probably just do it to both of us” Kathy mused darkly.

“He could be back any minute, please… I can’t ask you to do this…. I don’t know what to do” Jenny said with genuine tears of sorrow in her eyes.

“You said you had choices? Things he couldn’t do, but you must have chosen this” Jenny said to Kathy.

Kathy went wide eyed, it was true but she couldn’t do this again, it had hurt so much. And not like a whip or a cane. It hurt for so long and just didn’t stop.

Jenny could see the look in her eyes, and a faint glimmer of hope. There was just a little turmoil there. Maybe just maybe Kathy would do this

The door swung open and master looked pleased with himself. He stepped into the room and said nothing. Both girls waited for the other to volunteer, but quickly they realise neither of them was able to.

Jenny began to sob and a moment later so did Kathy, the hopelessness consuming them. Master stepped forward and sounded genuinely consoling as he patted Kathy on the shoulder and began releasing her from the chair. He helped Kathy to her feet; she was very wobbly and he led her from the room. He returned moments later and donned another latex glove. He reapplied the gel and this time filled his palm with an additional golf ball sized mound emptying almost half the tube in the process. Jenny was terrified; shaking and crying, promising anything if he would just not…..

       He stepped out of her vision and moved behind her, she began screaming before he even touched her. In one slow smooth motion his wet gelled middle digit rooted under her clit hood while his slick gelled thumb penetrated her anus. The flat of his hand pressed the bulk of the remaining gel between her labia and a long way into the folds of her vagina. A finger or two quickly ensured deeper penetration and the pain and heat began to build. His hand withdrawn; master discarded the glove and left her alone. Within minutes she had screamed herself horse and before the heat could turn to the maddening itch she had passed into sub space and unconsciousness’, her own screams still echoing in her dreams long after she had lost the strength to make them.

       Jenny awoke, pained, sensitive and still itching. She had no idea how long it had been. Her throat felt like sandpaper. She was unbelievably thirsty and she was genuinely worried her vagina and arse were now little more than steak tartar. Her hands were free and she plucked up the courage to explore herself. Everything hurt. But everything was ‘there’. She didn’t know if that was good or bad. There were drinks and things to wash with. She drank and used the other bucket. It was painful to pee. She was so sensitive down there. She returned to a fitful sleep with a familiar smell in her nostrils. What was it? Oh yes the healing balm. Se felt terrible but wondered how much worse she would have felt without the balm as her world once again darkened. She woke many more times; unable to find any comfort. She was exhausted, but aware of screams coming periodically form somewhere in the house. She wondered what had happened to Kathy.

       

       As usual, there was only a small amount of light in the cell. Jenny had been awake for hours. She had rubbed and washed till no trace of the itch or heat gel remained. But she could no longer sleep. She had been alone for hours and it felt like she had slept for longer than at any time during her visit there. She was even thinking that she was a little board. But that was never going to last. She heard the footstep a second before the door lock clicked. Master stood in the bright doorway, silhouetted by the glare from the room beyond.

“Come with me little one” he said in a matter of fact tone.

Jenny obeyed and followed. He led her once again to the second room. The interrogation chair awaited her. She was directed to sit. She did so folding her arms in her lap; and keeping them away from the arms rests with the restraints. Master casually kicked her ankles apart until they were touching the chair legs. He then clicked the manacles about her ankles into place with a practised smooth touch of his toe. He smiled. Jenny looked straight ahead, trying to keep her composure. Master crouched in front of her, looking straight into her eyes. She tried to look away, but he slapped her face.

“Look at me” He snapped

She did as he said, a trace of a tear in the corner of her eye.

He reached to one side and took a leather collar from a table and a pair of handcuffs. He draped the cuff over the collar and passed it around her neck. She could feel the cold chain of the cuffs against her neck. He buckled the collar into place trapping the cuffs behind her. He then reached behind her neck. His face was close to her and she could smell his breath. He licked her obscenely as he clipped the trapped handcuff chain to the back of the chair. He calmly took hold of her wrists and pushed her arms one at a time until the cuffs captured them.

“Just like the presentation pose. Isn’t it”? He whispered into her ear

She didn’t answer, more out of fear. Master ran his hands down her face and naked body, scratching with his finger nails down her rib cage and from her thighs to her kneels. Then he looped the velcro straps around her knees and fixed them apart to the legs of the chair. Once again she was naked and exposed before her torturer. Master continued to look intro her eyes, making her more and more uncomfortable. Again he reached for his stool, and settled in to look at Jenny.

“Are you enjoying your visit with me”? He enquired

Of course Jenny Answered “Yes sir” not to convincingly

“Would you like me to arrange to extend your stay with me”? He goaded her.

She almost spat the answer “Nooo Sir….”! Then quickly corrected herself;

“No thank you sir, Master Steve was certain about wanting me back when he said sir”. She responded politely and thought to herself; ‘phew, what a good save’. Master just smiled knowingly.

“I have many more things planned for you” he said, pausing to gauge her reaction, which did not look too impressed. This amused him.

“..and I find myself running short of time to indulge in all of the activities that I want” he informed her, and Jenny seemed to greet this news with cautious optimism.

“so I’d like you to choose our next activities” he said with a dangerous smile on his face.

Jenny looked on nervously, but said nothing.

“What are your sexual appetites like”? he asked

Jenny as usual didn’t know how to answer and looked puzzled, parting her mouth like a fish with no idea what to say with it.

“How many men have you serviced in succession”? has casually added.

“I serve my master sir, he has not asked anything like that of me”.

“But I am you master at the moment” he mused, and Jenny looked perturbed at this.

“I heard about the wasp stings you endured…. It was very brave of you. Do you like being tortured with animals and painful degrading encounters like the stings”? He said smiling evilly as he clearly enjoyed her discomfort at the mention of her finale at the resort.  Jenny gulped and began answering.

“My master required it of me….” And she trailed off as she realised what he had said only a moment before. If he was her master, he might make her do like wise. Butterflies went crazy in her stomach and her crotch tightened with pain, excitement and panic. She wanted to be away from this place and would have run for the door if she could. She wanted Steve to come and save her. She felt foolish and trapped for ever having agreed to go there. She wasn’t strong enough for this. She knew she couldn’t take anymore, and she began to well up with tears. Master looked unimpressed and watched the tears come and he watched them go a few minutes later; never once showing a twinge of concern mercy or compassion for her. This alone chilled her to the bone and practically dried her tears up.

“Now we have that little episode out of the way” he said scolding her. “I’d like you to choose between a gangbang of sorts or a session in the gyno chair with various animal accompaniments” he said as though he were narrating a wild life documentary.     

       “Don’t worry, I’ll give you time to think about it” He told her as he began unbuckling his belt. His trousers dropped as he stood, and his already erect cock sprang into view. He took Jenny’s hair in one tight fist full and held her head as he nudged his cock into her mouth. She dared not resist and was soon taking him deep into her throat as he fucked her immobile head. She gagged several times, but he did not slow or pull back. She was crying again and trying to regulate her breathing. She was distracted by his free hand taking hold of her right nipple, pinching hard and pulling it up. He pinched squeezed and mauled her areola and nipple, scraping his nail over the sensitive skin. Her moans and muffled yelps were music to his ears. He came hard in her throat with the sickening burning taste of him sliding down her tongue. He held there going soft, oozing the last drops of cum into her mouth.

       

“So, which animals should I throw you to”? He hissed. “A hand full here in the chair or dozens of the two legged variety in a warehouse”?

Jenny knew she would not have long to answer. Men or animals, she thought What if this master didn’t check all of the men? What if he didn’t care? She could catch something. It was a horrible thought. But the actual animals; were so degrading and painful. But at least no one else would see her. Certainly not any one of countless men she might meet again one day on the street. She knew the choice was already made. Not what she wanted, but what she didn’t want. Master withdrew from her, spittle trailing onto her breasts and belly. Jenny coughed a few times, clearing her assaulted throat. She answered;

“Not the men sir” in a defeated tone.

Master was entertained by her answer, the phrasing told him everything, She wanted neither and she had chosen what seemed the lesser of the two evils in her mind. Master enjoyed the turmoil of her decision being made. He could see how it pained her. He began releasing her from the chair. Jenny was allowed to stretch before he pushed her toward the gynaecological chair, she sat up in the chair and got comfortable. Master ran is hand from her toes to her ankle; gripped it and pulled her about 6 inches down the chair. She gasped and he lifted her legs in to the stirrups. Jenny was no longer comfortable, she hung precariously over the edge of the seat and only the stirrups under her knees kept her form sliding off. But of course her legs were now wide apart and her vulva on display. She didn’t know what to do with her hands, they hung at her sides, as there was no room for them on the chair with her.

“Would you like me to bind you”? Master asked, as though he were offering her a cup of tea.

“We don’t want your hands getting in the way do we” he asked rhetorically. Taking hold of her trembling wrists; Master slowly but forcefully raised them both over her head. She felt metal and heard the familiar click of cuffs locking her into place.

“So you don’t want me to give to you to a lot of men…” he mused, Jenny looked concerned. “But I am going to give you to someone; to do with as they please. And you are going to serve them as you would me; As you would Steve”. “Don’t disappoint me” He threatened her. He moved closer to her, and in a steady cold quiet voice he said;

“Tell me that you’ll obey, tell me that you are going to suffer for the man I give you to”.

Jenny knew she had no choice any way, but was now very concerned about Masters tone. She didn’t know what he had planned for her, but she knew it wasn’t going to be good.

Biting back the fear, she said in a tiny voice;

“Yes I obey master”  

 

Master smiled and clapped loudly, twice, and in walked a man of similar build and height. Jenny’s eyes went wide with fear.

Jean (pronounced Jon) walked to the other side of her. Jean from the island was one of the most sadistic people Jenny had ever met. He was the one man she would never want to be left alone with. Jenny’s breath was ragged she was trying her bonds and beginning to panic. She wished she were anywhere but here. She said nothing but her eyes spoke volumes. She might have sold her soul to be free of Jeans clutches right now, and master knew it as he spoke to her.

“I have no interest in torturing you with animals; I much prefer to do such things myself. But I am interested in the humiliation involved, and I find that is best observed from a discrete distance.  I see that you remember my friend Jean. He of course remembers you and has been looking forward to playing with you for some time. And now your suffering at his hands will pay my debt to him. And its quite a sizable debt; You are quite the commodity this week. Have fun”. He said as he left the room. Probably to watch form the cctv room. But none the less he had left her with Jean, and now they were alone she was terrified. She considered asking Jean to let her go, but his look and demeanour dissuaded her from ever asking for mercy from him. She closed her eyes tight hoping he would go away. Her breathing slowly began to calm itself. When she opened her eyes Jean had indeed left the room, only to return moments later pushing a trolley of some kind. The trolley was quiet and covered in a cloth. Jean walked to her side and began to touch her. He stroked her, touched her, probed her, pinched her, slapped her and scratched her. Like a child with a new toy he tormented her as he explored every part of her body and he was not gentle and she could not escape him. After ten or fifteen minutes he finally stopped. He slapped her face a few times to make sure he had her attention. He smiled down at her. His face consumed by avarice, Jenny was at his mercy and he revelled in it.

His heavy French accent commanded her “open your mouth”

She slowly opened her mouth, he drove two of his fingers into it and probed her orifice touching her teeth her tongue and the inside of her cheek. It felt horrible, Jenny felt violated more than she ever expected and even considered biting him, but quickly thought better of it. She did however continue to tremble.  As his fingers trailed away form her, he drew back the cover from the trolley. Upon it were boxes and carrying containers for various small animals, many of which she had seen in the van outside the main house. A large number of the creatures were of the creepy crawly variety, and Jenny wined involuntarily at the sight of them, her panic returning steadily. This of course pleased Jean immensely. He reached for a large rounded flask. It contained the slug like things she had seen in the van. Jean opened the lid and used long scissor like tongs to extract one of the creatures.

“Leeches” he announced proudly   

He brought the leech to her left breast, then up under her armpit. He placed it onto her skin. Jenny squirmed almost as much as it did. But her body heat told it that a meal was near and she screamed as the leech bit into her tender flesh under her armpit. Jenny freaked and began screaming, begging anything to get this away from her. But Jean merely enjoyed her immense suffering. When she finally calmed down, He took another and let it feast on her other armpit, again she screamed, but lacked the energy to do much more than sob pitifully, this time.

       Jean waited for the slightest eye contact from her before smiling at her and retrieving a third leech. This one he threatened to let loose on her face, again she screamed begging him not to. He even touched her face with it; causing her screams to increase in volume. She was wide eyed with fear. Jean knew she was close to breaking point. She was where he wanted her. He put the leech back in the jar. Then positioned him self between her legs, his crotch bumping into and resting on hers.

“I want one more of these on you” his mocking French accent taunted her

“Tell me where you want it” He said

“Tell me ‘That’ you want it” He stressed.

Jenny could say nothing, she was petrified with fear. Jeans thumb touched her vulva; he began working it into her cleft and under her hood. He worked her clitoris roughly, but not unpleasantly. For the first time Jenny noticed that the leeches under her arm pits no longer hurt. She didn’t know why, maybe they had dropped off. But a quick glance confirmed they were still attached and if anything they were now double the size.

“Very well, under or over” Jean said to her

Jenny didn’t know what he meant, and in her momentary confusion forgot her fear, but it soon returned when he clarified;

“Under the hood or over it” he said tapping his thumb in those places as he said it.

Jenny’s eyes went wild, and again she strained all she could against her bonds, but to no avail. His free hand reached for the tongs and he again brought the third leech over to her, this time between her legs.

“Please don’t, please no, I’ll do anything, please don’t let it bite me, not there sir , please sir…” Jenny pleaded getting faster, panicked and higher pitched as he continued to ignore her.

Jean laid the leech to rest on the hood over her clitoris, Its body curled and its neck arched, a moment later it bit into her. Jenny wailed a guttural blood-curdling scream, and then broke down into sobs of anguish.

She felt Jean tugging with the tongs as he pulled off the leech under her left armpit and then the one under her right. The pain slowly returned and where they had been felt like the open wounds that they were as blood flowed freely form them. Jean did apply the soothing antiseptic salve, but not until he had enjoyed a full minute of her arms pits stinging her where the leeches had been removed. Then he looked to her crotch. The now engorged leech looked three or four times bigger than when it had first touched her flesh, but it was no longer currently stinging her. She knew it would hurt when he removed it. Jean slowly clamped the tongs around the black fat leech. Jenny knew it had to come off and was dreading this. Jean was not quick, He pulled slowly and she felt the strain. The intensity built and she could feel the stinging, as the leech was pulled free of her. It came off and the pain increased, she could see blood between her legs and she wept until everything went black.

       It was some time later, she was no longer bleeding but could feel the bite marks. Jean was not in the room but the trolley still was. The happy full leeches were in their jar under a rock. All Jenny could do was to wait. She heard someone coming, and considered feigning being asleep. But every time she had awoken, master had known. She was obviously being watched. She suddenly had an irrational urge to close her legs. Naturally the stirrups prevented this. Jean entered,

“Good, you are awake” he said as he walked between the stirrups once more. He dropped his trousers and began masturbating, when he was fully erect, he slipped a finger between Jenny’s pussy lips. And to her utter shame she was soaking wet. She wanted to die of embarrassment.  Jean smiled and his erection cleaved into her. He rode her as hard has he wished, even though she was wet she took no pleasure in him being inside her. He came and she felt his seamen stab into her and fill her. He pulled out wiping his cock on the insides of her legs. His cum pooling near the crack of her arse on the chair’s seat. Without another word he snorted at her and left. She felt truly used.

The drying cum felt terrible and she felt ashamed. It was more than half an hour before master returned. He smiled at her distress and still evident shame. He released her, but she couldn’t stand, she had been in the stirrups so long that her legs had pins and needles. He gave her a damp cloth and made her clean the chair before attending to herself. Then he took her back to her cell once more. Food, drink, ablutions and the washing bucket waited for her there. She was starving and thirsty and consumed what she could, but even she noticed her appetite had diminished. She looked to the mark on her vulva and it was a small three-spoke shape. She was tender but not in pain. She tried to sleep, but sleep would not come to her. She was left alone for what seemed like hours. Not even being disturbed when she needed to use the waste bucket.  Eventually master returned for her. She had no idea how long it had been. The door opened and he commanded her;

“Stand” Was all he said.

She did and followed him. He led her to the cctv room there was the triangular wooden pony apex frame. On top was the vertical phallus. Master checked her slit and gave a disapproving ‘humph’. He pulled her over to the frame pushing her over it so that it cut into her belly, then he laid on several dozen hard hand slaps to her naked buttocks. Every slap hurt and she was crying and yelping before he was done. But when he was, he again checked her pussy to find it wet enough to mount the dildo. He helped her into position and again her feet dangled, not reaching the floor, the fake cock impaled her to the tip of her cervix and was vary uncomfortable. Her arms were drawn behind her and again she was unable to support herself. The wooden frame was cutting into her as her weight pushed her clit and pelvis in to the wood. She shifted but it only intensified the pressure. Master held a TV remote. He pointed it ahead of her and one of the larger monitors flickered to life. It was Jenny on the screen walking to the gateway, then down the stairs, and then to her first naked entrance into the stone cellar. All of the scenes were cctv of her being tortured and abused. Master chuckled and left her to watch in discomfort, and she had no doubt that she was still being recorded as she suffered, 

       Two hours later, Jenny was in agony, the pony had done its evil work and she was in constant pain. She didn’t want to watch the movie but she had nothing else to distract her. She was dismayed at what she had let happen to her. She would have pitied any other girl in her situation and she preyed no one would ever see what was on this tape. But the events now featured Jean, meaning they were coming to an end. The picture went black and after a few minutes of uncomfortable silence master returned for her and finally lifted her down. She collapsed to the floor, but he did not release her wrists.

“Time for a souvenir of your visit” He said softly to her

He walked her to his chair and sat in it. Then he drew her down to him and bent her over his lap. Master spanked her experimentally a few times then used his left hand to hold her cuffs up behind her back. She didn’t feel him reach for the cane. But she heard the first practice swing whoosh behind her. She flinched and he swung again, this time hard and horizontal across her arse cheek. White hot fire seared into her arse and she wailed instantly, then another crack of the cane lit a line of fire on her other cheek. Her feet and legs curled up in futile cramps and she shook violently with fear and agony. Tens of other lighter strikes followed spreading to become a dull red ache all across her buttocks. She had not stopped crying or forgotten the feel of the first two cane strikes to land on her. They were worse than any she had know; obviously intended to leave marks. Master drew her up to stand and marched her shakily from the room, past her cell and up the stairs. It was only when they walked past the table in the hall way and master took her raincoat from it that she realised something was different. They walked into the courtyard and there was Steve. Jenny was elated, but Steve looked concerned. Then she realised what she must look like. Naked, whipped, and caned. Her pussy was red raw and she had a face that had been crying all day. She knew she looked a mess and her arse cheeks hurt terribly.   

“Not bad Steve, debt paid, Debt paid indeed, and just as I promised here she is walking to you” Master smiled. He stopped and let Jenny walk the last few paces alone. She fell into Steve’s Arms and sobbed. On the uncomfortable ride home she said nothing, but she did not let go of Steve either. She held his arm all the way back to his apartment.

In the days that followed Steve lavished praise and thanks on Jenny for everything she had done and gone through. He even bought her a car. She didn’t tell him what had happened to her and he didn’t ask. She didn’t hate him or herself for that matter. But she was much happier with what she had, and she didn’t ask for her limits to be tested again. Jenny remained Steve’s proud slave. Eventually she even became proud of the two stripes she had earned, which is just as well, because they took a very long time to fade from her body and the never faded from her memory.