Enslaved by Reine Woods
Chapter Two: Lessons
Jana was brought into a room that, had she been fully aware, she would have
recognized as a library. Kurt was reading, seated in a burgundy leather
armchair. Richard and Bryne threw Jana on the floor at Kurt's feet, and stood
back. Jana's face was wet with tears and she was sobbing. She had been taken
over and over by the two men, fucked everywhere except, thankfully, up her ass.
Kurt had been so different just before he handed her over to them...surprisingly
gentle after the beating he had subjected her to. He asked her if she was
aroused, if she wanted him, and when she truthfully answered yes, the gentleness
vanished, and he had turned her over to Richard and Bryne, telling them to fuck
her.
"Kneel up," he commanded.
Jana didn't think she could have even if she wanted to, and right now, she did
not want to give him to satisfaction of thinking that she was breaking.
"Very well," he said. "Bryne, force her."
She should have obeyed, Jana realized. It seemed that her only choices here
would be to do as she was told, or be forced to obey. Bryne pulled her up onto
her knees, then forced her hands behind her, and fastened each wrist to an
ankle. The only thing she could do in that position was kneel. He attached a
chain to her collar and drew it down between her legs, across her clit, pulling
it taut and fastening it to one of her ankle restraints. This forced her head
down, and made her very aware of the throbbing between her legs. Bryne further
positioned her by spreading her thighs apart. She was wet, and the air was cool
against her went cunt. She felt open, vulnerable in that position.
Kurt gestured to Richard and Bryne to get themselves drinks and sit down. They
ignored Jana as they sat around discussing events unrelated to her. Almost an
hour went by before Kurt spoke to her again. Although her restraints had not
been that uncomfortable at first, she was beginning to feel the stress of
kneeling, chained up and open.
At last, Kurt turned his attention to her.
"Jana, I'm taking into consideration that this has been unexpected for you, and
that you've been well punished today. So this is the only punishment I'm giving
you for not kneeling as ordered."
Kurt sensed the relief she felt. He continued, "But remember, Jana, if you
don't obey me willing, then I'll force you. And it will always be much, much
worse to be forced. Now, I'll allow you to have something to eat, and then you
can rest for the night. I'll go easy on you tomorrow if you're obedient, but
make no mistake, that doesn't mean you'll be spared training or beating if you
deserve it. Nod your head to acknowledge that you heard me."
Jana held back a sob, and tried to nod her head. But it was almost impossible
to do so against the pull of the rope against her collar. She hoped that Kurt
would see the subtle movement of her head, and accept it as a nod.
"Good," he said.
The relief that spread over her made her lightheaded. Kurt was going to allow
her to eat and rest.
"Richard, Bryne...take care of her. But first, wash her up again. "
Kurt noted that Jana turned pale at the mention of being cleaned up by Richard
and Bryne again. Good, he thought. She was learning to fear them.
Jana felt off balance. Each time she thought that Kurt was showing her some
mercy, he would turn around and give her cruelty instead.
Richard and Bryne released her restraints and helped her up. She could barely
stand, and was more dragged than walked out of the room and back into that
nightmare of a bathroom. But to her surprise, they didn't restrain her in the
shower, and allowed her to bathe herself under a soft stream of warm water.
When she was done, Richard and Bryne dried her off, and then led her, naked, to
a small dining room, where a bowl of steaming soup was waiting for her.
Tears filled her eyes at the sight and smell of the soup. The realization came
to her that she had only been here a day, and already she was reduced to tears
of gratitude at the thought of being allowed to eat.
What had she been thinking of when she began to pursue this so-called adventure?
She thought she was being so selective, so careful, when she approached Kurt.
How could she have been so foolish, so naive?
Jana ate slowly, feeling safe for the moment as she sat in the dining room. But
there was too little soup, and she was finished in no time. Jana was taken
into a small bedroom. She felt a moment of relief that it was an actual
bedroom, and not a prison cell. But although on the surface, the room appeared
conventional, there were restraints fastened to each corner of the bed, and
bolts placed at various intervals in the wall behind it. Jana's wrists were
bound together, then fastened to one of the bolts in the wall. She was able to
move around in bed, but not leave it. Bryne pulled a comforter up over her, and
shut off the lights. The bed was warm and comfortable, and although she was
crying again, Jana was asleep only moments Bryne left the room.
Every muscle in Jana's body protested in pain when she woke the next morning.
The man who came into her room to wake her was someone she hadn't seen before.
Her wrists were refastened behind her back, a collar with a leash placed around
her neck, and he pulled her out of the room.
She was brought into a somewhat larger dining room than the one she had eaten in
yesterday. Kurt was at the table, reading the newspaper and drinking coffee.
Jana was pushed down onto her knees by his side, and this time, she stayed on
her knees without being bound into position.
I'm doing this because I'm afraid of him, she thought. Was she so easily
beginning to give into him, she thought? No, she said to herself. No, she was
not going to let him break her. She was just obeying him this time because she
hurt so much all over, and was wisely avoiding more punishment.
Jana was careful to keep her head down. Kurt went on reading the paper as
though she weren't there. The man who had brought her to Kurt left the room and
came back shortly after with breakfast for Kurt.
Jana's stomach growled at the smell of food. The soup had been enough last
night, but it was the only thing she had eaten in the past two days, and she was
hungry. Kurt continued to ignore her as he ate his breakfast. The man came
back and she heard him pour another cup of coffee for Kurt. Kurt lingered over
coffee, still ignoring Jana.
"Thank you, Paul," Kurt pushed his chair away from the table. "Give her what's
left of my breakfast."
Kurt watched while Paul put Kurt's plate on the floor in front of Jana. She
looked at the remains of an omelet and toast, both cold and unappetizing.
"Eat." Kurt commanded.
No, she couldn't. She was not going to eat his leftovers on the floor like
this. Kurt was doing this to humiliate her. She didn't think he wouldn't let
her starve. She would hold out.
"It seems that Jana is not all of that hungry, Paul. Put the plate aside for
her supper. We'll see if going without breakfast and lunch will improve her
appetite."
Jana's eyes filled with tears of self-pity. She had already learned the
consequences of disobedience. She should have realized that Kurt would find a
way to make things worse if she disobeyed him. Now she would go hungry all day,
and at the end, eat what she had just refused.
Kurt picked up the leash attached to her collar and pulled her up to her feet.
He led her to the same room in which her day started yesterday. Bryne was
there, and helped Kurt chain her so that she was spread out between two posts.
Jana remained silent and kept her eyes down while they did this. She was
trembling, anticipating that Kurt would do something to hurt her. She felt a
sharp string across her ass, and then another across the back of her thighs.
Jana gasped at the sudden pain.
Kurt circled her, and then brought the riding crop against first her right
breast, and then the left. Jana cried out this time. He had put a lot for force
behind the blows.
"Jana, I am going to give you a lesson about pain and pleasure. I can and will
give you both, and you are going to welcome both from me."
Kurt reached for her nipples, and he alternated between softly rolling them
between his fingers, and pinching them cruelly. When his hand went between her
legs and his fingers began to do the same to her clit, Kurt found her wet and
throbbing. He began to kiss the base of her neck, his kisses growing in
intensity, and then he lowered his lips to her breasts and sucked at her
nipples. Jana gasped at the pleasure of it, and felt warmth spread all over her
body.
She was losing herself to the orgasm growing within her, when Kurt bit down
sharply on her nipple. She cried out. Kurt bit harder on the other nipple.
Jana's body arched with the pain, but she kept silent. Kurt stopped biting, and
gently licked her nipples, once more, filling her with pleasure.
Kurt stopped abruptly and stepped away, and Jana found herself needing him,
needing his touch, painful or pleasurable, it didn't matter, she just wanted his
hands and lips over her body.
Jana watched Kurt return with a pair of nipple clamps, connected by a chain, and
fasten them on already sore nipples. She gasped at the pain, and in response,
Kurt tightened them more.
Kurt stepped behind her and fondled her ass. He whispered softly into her ear.
"Jana, I'm going to use your ass. I'm putting a butt plug into it. Have you
ever had a butt plug?"
"No-o-o," her voice trembled with pain from the nipple clamps, and fear of
having the butt plug put into her.
"Do you think I'm going to put it in slowly, or shove it in all at once, Jana?"
he asked.
"I-I don't know..." Did it matter, she thought? It would hurt either way, she
was sure.
He pulled her head back by her hair. "You forgot something, Jana," there was
warning in his voice.
"Master," she blurted out, realizing her mistake. "I don't know, Master!"
"How do you want it, Jana? Do you want it all at once? Or a little at a time?"
Jana couldn't imaging what it would feel like to have something shoved up her
ass, much less the difference it would make if it was done all at once or
slowly. She didn't know what she should say.
Kurt answered for her. "We'll do it slowly, then. Very slowly. We can
prolong the pain that way."
Although the butt plug was lubricated, the pain as Kurt pushed it in slowly felt
as though she was being split apart. She groaned in pain, biting down on her
lip.
"This is to prepare you, Jana. I intend to use you well in that opening." He
said softly in her ear.
In spite of the pain she felt in her nipples and in her ass, he aroused her.
She didn't want to be aroused...it was a betrayal of herself...but at the same
time, she wanted more...more pain, more pleasure...whatever Kurt wanted to give
her.
"Do you want me to stop, Jana?" He asked.
She remained silent; she didn't want to beg him to continue. She didn't want to
beg him to stop. She didn't know what she wanted.
"You didn't answer me, Jana." He came around and attached small weights to the
nipple clamps, and flicked them with a finger to start them swinging.
Jana cried out again at the pain that shot through her nipples and the sensation
that ran from them to her clit. "No, Master!" she gasped.
"You want me to continue, Jana? You want more pain?"
"No...yes...Master, please..." her words were confused.
"Let's see how well you suck," he said. Kurt undid her ankle restraints, and
then reached up to release her wrists. "On your knees," he commanded.
Jana immediately went down on her knees in front of him.
Kurt grasped her wrists and pulled them toward him, and up over her head. "Use
your mouth to pull down my pants, and then suck my cock." He commanded. "And
do it well. If you don't please me, then I will have you practice on Richard
and Bryne until you get it right."
Jana struggled with unbuttoning his jeans and pulling down the zipper using just
her mouth. Kurt's fingers dug into her wrists painfully. She managed to pull
down his pants and took his cock into her mouth.
"Suck it, slut!" Kurt commanded.
Jana felt very much a slut as she began to work him with her lips, licking,
sucking, and pulling him into her mouth. She had no choice, she told herself.
If she refused to suck him, then he would turn her over to Richard and Bryne,
and she shuddered at the memory of what they had done with her yesterday. And
she had actually cum with each of the men!
She realized that she wanted Kurt! She was aroused to the point where she would
probably have sucked him without being ordered to. This was what she had
imagined it would be like with Kurt, not the humiliation and torment he had been
putting her through.
Kurt thrust into her, pushing himself down into her throat. She suppressed the
gagging as he came into her mouth, and she swallowed greedily, intuitively
knowing that this was the only allowable option.
Kurt released her wrists and pushed her away from him. "You can do better,
Jana." He said. He saw her pale at the thought that she had failed to please
him. He let her wait a moment and then continued. "But you were adequate for
now."
Relief washed over Jana. But she was still aching for him, for his touch, she
wanted to cum.
"I think you've learned something about pain and pleasure, Jana," he looked
down at her, still kneeling before him. "Now I'm going to continue that lesson
by showing you how painful pleasure can be when it's denied."
She felt his eyes on her, and trembled. Jana wasn't sure if she was trembling
from fear or from arousal.
"Do you want to cum, Jana?" Kurt asked.
Jana nodded, "Yes," she whispered.
Kurt's hand shot out and hit her across the mouth. "Address me properly, slut."
"Yes, Master," she said.
"Yes what? Be specific...what do you want?"
"I want to cum, Master," she blushed at her words and was glad that she had to
keep her eyes down. She couldn't possibly look at him.
"Good, good," he nodded. "But you know that I'm not going to allow that, don't
you Jana?"
She was silent. Kurt slapped her again. "Answer when you're asked a question!"
"Yes, Master, I know." But she had been hoping...
"Jana, I am going to bind you in that chair," he pointed to heavy, carved wooden
armchair, "With your legs apart, your cunt exposed and available to anyone who
wants to touch it."
He watched her kneeling before him, her breath ragged with her need for release.
"And I'll make sure that your cunt gets a lot of attention...but you won't be
allowed to cum, Jana."
Kurt pulled her up by the arm and pushed her toward the chair. Jana was
compliant. She had no choice. Her arms were pulled back and cuffed behind the
chair, and then attached with chains to bolts at the feet of the chair,
thrusting her breasts forward. Kurt took off the nipple clamps and pain rushed
through her nipples as circulation was restored.
He brought her feet up to the cushion of the chair, then bound her ankles to the
armrests. Leather straps around her thighs drew them apart, leaving her cunt
very exposed. Kurt touched her clit, moving his fingers over it, feeling her
wetness. She shook with need.
"If you cum, Jana, you'll regret it." he got down before her, and licked at her
clit. Jana squirmed, and her breath became ragged. Her orgasm was right
there...she tried to distract herself, to think of what it felt like when he
whipped her...but the thought of it somehow added to her arousal.
He stood up and played with her nipples. Jana groaned. He withdrew his touch.
Jana's eyes were shut tight, so she didn't see him leave the room, but she heard
the door close, and let the tears she had been holding back flow out of her
eyes.
Jana was positioned so that she couldn't see the clock in the room, but she
could hear it ticking away the seconds. Once again, she found herself unaware
of how much time had gone by...was it minutes? Hours?
The door opened and the man who had woken her up this morning came into the room
and over to her. He pulled her head back by her hair with one hand, and fondled
her breasts with the other. Jana squirmed in the chair, and was rewarded with a
harsh slap against her breast. She kept herself still as Paul's hand fondled
each breast in turn, pinching and twisting the nipples, and then moved down
between her thighs and into her. His fingers went in and out of her, making
Jana dizzy with the need to cum. But he stopped and denied her satisfaction.
He sharply twisted her nipples once more, and then left the room, not having
said a word to her.
Richard and Paul took turns tormenting her this way. They would fondle her
breasts and play with her pussy until she couldn't stand it any longer, until
she was ready to cum regardless of Kurt's warning. Then they would stop,
leaving her hurting with need.
Morning gave way to afternoon, and Bryne took over for Richard and Paul. He
added to her torment by using a vibrator, pressing the tip of it against her
clit, against her nipples, and then into her cunt.
Jana thought that she would lose her mind if this continued much longer. She
understood what Kurt meant when he said that there was pain in pleasure denied.
As the hours drew by, she increasingly felt the need to pee, and this added
considerably to her discomfort.
At last, Kurt returned, accompanied by Paul, and Jana was released from the
chair. She fell to her knees quickly when Kurt pointed to the floor. She dared
to speak, "Kurt, Master, please, I have to go to the bathroom."
"Kiss my feet, Jana, and then Paul's." he ordered, ignoring her request. Jana
was ashamed of her haste to obey.
"I'm going to reward you for doing so well this morning," Kurt continued. "I'm
going to allow you to cum. I want you to masturbate and cum against Paul's
boot. Then you're going to suck him off."
Jana was appalled at what he was asking her to do, and the circumstances under
which she was expected to perform. But she rushed to obey him, because she was
past the point of being uncomfortable, and didn't want to embarrass herself.
She was afraid to ask Kurt to let her go to the bathroom again. In spite of the
humiliation of the scene, Jana was quickly aroused and was soon writhing against
the toes of Paul's boot. As soon as she came, Paul pulled her up by her hair,
and positioned her before him. He pulled down the zipper on his pants, and
thrust his penis down her throat, pushing it in and out, deeper each time, then
ordering her to lick his balls, and then again, take his penis into her throat
until he came hard. Before she was allowed out of the room, she had to lick him
clean, and lick her juices from his boot and thank him by kissing his hands and
feet.
"After supper tonight, Paul, I want to see you take a strap to her and see how
long it takes this pain-slut to beg you to give her the tip of your boot again."
Kurt said, as Paul was leading her out of the room.
After being given a brief two minutes in the bathroom to take care of herself
and wash the tears from her face, Jana was again leashed and taken to the large
dining room. Her leash was attached to one of the table legs at Kurt's side,
and she was again ordered to kneel, with her shoulders and face against the
floor. She could smell the savory scents of the supper being served, and her
stomach tightened at the torment of knowing that she would not be allowed to eat
any. Instead, the omelet and toast from Kurt's breakfast was put in front of
her, even colder than it was this morning as it came straight out of the
refrigerator. But Jana was so hungry; she immediately picked up the toast and
started to eat.
Kurt's boot flew out and kicked the plate away from her, and he ripped the toast
out of her fingers. "Your manners are deplorable, Jana." He snarled. "If you
don't thank me properly for the food I give you, then you don't deserve it."
Jana recalled him saying something about that the other day. She now wished she
had paid attention to the rules. "Master, please forgive me for not being
appreciative of your kindness." She tried to be as polite as possible to make
up for his anger. "Master, please, I couldn't focus on the rules you gave me the
other night. Please give me the chance to hear them again so that I stop making
mistakes."
"No," he put his foot on top of her head and lowered her face to the floor.
"Stay that way until I finish dinner. You will learn the rules, Jana. You had
the chance to listen to me when I told you how to behave, and now you'll have to
learn the hard way, by being punished whenever you break a rule or behave
inappropriately."
Jana kept her head down, and tried to keep her sobs in. She was hungry, and
even that cold and dried up omelet and toast now seemed appetizing to her. But
she heard someone pick up the plate and food off the floor behind her and leave
the room.
Kurt kicked her in the thigh. "After Paul is through with you, you will be
punished for not thanking me for correcting you." He said matter of factly.
"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master." She whispered through her tears.
Supper dragged on. Jana remained at his feet, smelling the food, listen to
sounds of people eating, and being denied even a taste. And all the while, she
was thinking of the punishment to come with dread. But he had said he was going
to be easy with her today, so perhaps...maybe it would not be as bad as she
feared.
She had decided that she would give in and beg Paul to let her cum against his
boot even before he started beating her. This humiliation was being forced on
her, she thought. But Kurt was not going to allow her that luxury.
"You're not sincere, Jana. You're trying to avoid a beating. For that, Paul,
you decide how many to give her before you let her come. Jana, I want you to
thank Paul for each stroke, and after each stroke, beg him to let you cum
against his boot. Then you'll service him. After you're done, Paul, Bryne gets
a turn. It's unfortunate that Richard is out for the evening. And I don't want
to use the slut." He saw her flinch at that comment. "How many do you want to
give her, Paul?"
"Twenty should be fine, I think, Kurt."
"And another five because Jana didn't thank me for her punishment." Kurt
added.
Jana gasped and quickly got the words out. "Thank you, Master, for punishing me
for not being sincere and for not thanking you. I'm sorry, Master. Thank you,
Master."
"Better. I think the sentiment is there this time, Jana," Kurt seemed
satisfied. "We'll work on the correct words tomorrow."
A slight gesture with his hand instructed Paul to begin. Jana was not bound,
and was positioned so that her body rested against the back of one of the
leather chairs, and her ass cheeks were offered up to Paul's strap. Kurt pushed
her ankles further apart, and she felt the cool air against her wet cunt.
After begging Paul to let her come against his boot each time the strap came
down against her ass, he gave her the strap to kiss.
"Then go to it, Jana, and make it quick." Kurt said. " You have five minutes.
If you're not done by then, Paul starts again."
Jana threw herself into it and the men laughed. How eager she must seem. But
it was to avoid the strap...wasn't it? She was able to cum quickly with Paul,
but when she was told to cum against Bryne's boot, she couldn't do it within the
five minutes given her. Her begging for mercy got her a kick in her ass from
Kurt, which pushed her forward across the floor. This time, she endured the
strap that Bryne wielded, thinking every erotic thought she could against the
pain, to arouse herself to the point where she though she could perform in the
five minutes. To her horror, she failed again.
Jana didn't even beg this time. She threw herself at Kurt's feet, and abjectly
began kissing his boots and his hands. She was pleading for mercy. He pushed
her away from him.
"I didn't give you permission to touch me, Jana. You're in a lot of trouble,
girl. "
"Master, please..." she could barely get the words out. This was never going to
end. They were going to keep finding reasons to prolong this humiliation and
torture over and over again, she thought.
"Another twenty, Bryne," Kurt instructed. "And this will continue, Jana, until
you perform."
It took another two tries, but at last Jana was able cum. She gratefully took
Bryne into her mouth, and put all of her effort into bringing him off, into
making it as pleasurable as possible for him. She was afraid to fail.
"Jana, you were adequate tonight. Whenever you service me or one of my men, I
expect you to do so with enthusiasm and to express gratitude for the privilege
of doing so. I am giving you warning, Jana...I want you to accept punishment as
though it were a gift." Kurt lectured her when she was done. Jana was hungry,
thirsty, humiliated, and she hurt from the beatings. But she did her best to
push the feelings aside, and do as Kurt requested. It was fear, though. She
was afraid of more punishment.
"Master, Paul, Bryne," she tried to make herself sound as sincere as possible,
"Thank you for allowing me to serve you...thank you for punishing my failure and
my disobedience. Thank you..." her voice broke and she couldn't stop herself
from crying. Would she be punished for it?
For the first time since she had arrived at Kurt's house, he indicated
satisfaction with her response. To reward her, he said, he would allow her to
have a drink of water before she was secured for the night. "But not in bed
this time," he smiled a cruel smile. "I think sleeping in bed is something
that we'll reserve as a reward, Jana."
He motioned for Paul and Bryne to take care of her. Jana was led to a corner of
the room. She was positioned on her knees, and her collar was attached to a
bolt in the floor, her face only inches from it. Her wrists were chained behind
her, and her ankles were also bound, then attached to straps placed around her
thighs, so that they were slightly drawn up behind it. It was an uncomfortable
position, and Jana didn't know how she would be able to make it through the
night. Though by now, she knew there was no choice, and she would do what she
was forced to do.
By the time morning came and Paul released her, she was kissing his hands and
feet in gratitude. She turned red with embarrassment when she recalled how she
had humped his boot like a dog last night, and begged for the privilege as well.
Paul led her to the dining room, and again, Jana found herself at Kurt's feet,
leashed to the table, just like last night. She was trembling...how long would
he keep her hungry? The smell of bacon and coffee made her mouth water. Her
stomach rumbled.
"Are you going to be more polite and less particular about what you eat this
morning, Jana?" Kurt asked her in a light tone.
"Oh, yes, Master. Yes. Thank you, Master." Jana hated herself for the
enthusiasm she put into her voice, but she was rewarded with the remains of
Kurt's breakfast. The pancakes and bacon he left on his plate was still warm
and enough to fill her. She made sure that before she began to eat, she was
profuse in her thanks to Kurt for the food. Tears were in her eyes as she
quicky ate her breakfast, afraid that he would find something wrong with her
behavior and punishing her by taking it away.
Only two days, she thought, and he had broken her. She feared his punishment,
she was grateful for being fed, and, to her continued humiliation, she craved a
gentle touch from him.
Kurt reached down and lightly moved his hand against her hair. Jana signed at
the pleasure that small gesture gave her. Kurt recognized her reaction for what
it was, and said to her,
"So, I have taught you how to fear your Master at the same time that you feel
affection toward him. It's a good beginning, Jana."
Jana wanted him to take her right then and there, regardless of who else was in
the room. But she knew that wasn't going to happen. What was coming next, she
thought?
As if reading her mind, Kurt continued. "There is a lot more for you to learn
about being my slave, Jana. And a lot more pain for you to experience."
