Enslaved by Reine Woods
Chapter Three: Acceptance
After having gone without breakfast, lunch or supper the day before, Jana was
more than grateful to be given Kurt's leftover breakfast to eat. She felt
overwhelmingly humiliated, leashed and kneeling at his feet, but hunger overcame
pride and she ate Kurt's leftovers quickly, remembering this time to thank him
profusely before and after she ate. Kurt lingered over his coffee, keeping Jana
at his feet, kneeling, and her head down to the floor. At last, he put down the
paper and spoke to Jana.
"Kneel up," Kurt commanded.
Jana was not exactly sure what that meant, but she guessed it meant that she
should remain on her knees, but straighten up. Apparently she was right,
because when she quickly responded, Kurt gave her an approving look and didn't
reprimand her.
"Yesterday, you learned about pain and pleasure, and how the two can be so
different, and yet the same." Kurt said, looking down at where she knelt at his
feet. "Today you will learn that you have no choice but to accept whatever I
wish to do to you."
Kurt paused, thinking. He continued, "Your nipples haven't been used enough. I
think it would do you good to have some attention paid to them."
Jana felt the throbbing in her pussy that Kurt's words brought to her and
blushed. She found herself aroused, almost anticipating what it would feel
like, to have Kurt play with her nipples. But would he be the one to touch her,
to show her this attention? If not...no, she didn't think she could stand
having her "nipples paid attention to" by anyone other than Kurt, and she was
sure that he would deny her his touch.
Jana thought back on what she had experienced since the other day, when she was
sitting at a table outside the restaurant, waiting for her adventure to begin.
It was no adventure, but a nightmare. Jana wanted to close her eyes, go to
sleep and wake up in her own bed in her apartment and have this all be just a
terrible though arousing dream.
"Kurt, please, no..." she began to plead.
Kurt cut her off, his voice threatening, even though he still spoke softly. "Be
quiet. One more sound from you and you're going to spend the day gagged."
Jana just didn't know when to quit. "Kurt, please, this isn't what I wanted..."
Those were the only words she was able to get out before Kurt reached for a gag
that he had anticipated using, thrust it into her mouth, and buckled it tightly
behind her head. "You were warned, Jana." Kurt pointed out. "And what you
want means nothing at all to me."
Kurt nodded at Paul, and together they dragged Jana out of the dining room, and
into Kurt's den. Paul attached Jana's wrists to a chain that came down from the
ceiling, and fastened a spreader bar to her ankles, opening up her pussy for
anyone who wanted access to it.
Kurt pulled on Jana's nipples, gently tweaked them them, making them grow hard
as she started to become very aroused. Once her nipples were hard, Kurt took a
pair of nipple clamps from his pocket and put them on Jana.
"Does it hurt?" he asked her, even though he knew she was not able to answer
him. He looked into her eyes and saw the tears of pain threatening to spill out
of them, and said, "Not enough? Well, I can take care of that." He tightened
the screws on the clamps. He saw the pain register in her eyes.
Kurt waited a few seconds, and then attached a weight to the chain that hung
between her breasts, each end attached to one of the nipple clamps. As he let
the weight fall, the pressure on her nipples increased and with it the pain.
Kurt stood back and watched Jana try to slow her breathing, as each rise and
fall of her chest caused the weight to move and pull against her nipples,
hurting them more.
Kurt gave her a couple of minutes to adjust to the pain and then picked up a
riding crop and began to apply it to her breasts.
Each stroke of the crop bit into her soft breasts and caused them to jiggle,
making the weight swing and pull against her nipples. Jana was almost glad she
was gagged because otherwise she knew she would be screaming.
Ten minutes of beating, and Kurt paused long enough to attach yet another weight
to the chain, turning the approaching numbness in her nipples to fiery pain.
Kurt picked up the riding crop and continued, this time hitting her across her
back, her thighs, between her legs, and her belly. Each stroke caused her body
to jerk, making the weights swing and pull against her nipples. Finally he
threw down the crop and without giving her a chance to catch her breath or
realize what he was about to do, pulled off the nipple clamps.
The sensation was one of unbelievable pain for Jana. It shot through her and
for a moment Jana thought she was going to pass out. But unfortunately, Jana
remained conscious for every second it took circulation to return to her nipples
and for the pain to go away.
Almost as if he knew exactly when she would stop hurting, as soon as the pain
lessened, Kurt was there, pinching and twisting cruelly at her breasts and
nipples. His eyes were fixed on hers and when she closed her eyes, Kurt twisted
even more cruelly and ordered her to keep them open and to look at him.
She realized how foolishly she had hoped that Kurt would be the one to play with
her nipples. Would the others, Paul, Bryne, even Richard, have been as cruel?
Jana's nipples were sore, but they stood at attention, ready for more abuse, and
she felt herself very wet between her legs. She wanted Kurt to touch her clit.
She thought that she would cum instantly if he did. The spreader bar kept her
open, making her feel so vulnerable. Why didn't he touch her pussy?
Kurt ignored her cunt, and kept his focus on her breasts. Oh, he was definitely
paying attention to her nipples. He kept it up all morning, relentlessly
punishing her breasts and her nipples. Jana was gagged, restrained. There was
nothing she could do other than accept the attention, accept the pain, accept
the wetness between her legs kept exposed by the spreader bar.
After long hours of pain that eventually drove away the feelings of arousal Jana
had earlier, Kurt finally stopped.
Paul had been observing Jana's torture for the past hour. Ignoring Jana, Kurt
turned to him and said, "I have some work to do, Paul," he said. "Have Martin
send a sandwich to my office. Jana can eat with you and the rest of the staff."
Paul released Jana from her restraints, but immediately refastened her wrists
behind her back. The gag was left in her mouth.
Jana had been drooling around the gag when her torture started, but now her
mouth was dry and ached from the leather that filled it. Her eyes begged Paul
to take off the gag, but it stayed on.
Paul led her to the dining room, and sat her at the table. She was relieved
that she was allowed to sit, and again, her eyes pleaded for him to take off the
gag. Paul ignored her.
They were the only two in the room for a few minutes, and then Richard, Bryne
and two other men that Jana had not seen before joined them. Except for an
appraising glance or two from the other men, no one paid her any attention. The
cook, Martin, she assumed, brought in lunch and acknowledged Paul's order to
send lunch to Kurt.
A plate was put in front of Jana. She had been given a sandwich, a small salad,
and a glass of water. Jana felt relief and gratitude that she was allowed to
eat a real meal. The relief was short-lived however, because her arms remained
bound behind her back, and the gag in place.
This was more torture, she realized. The food was there in front of her, but
she unable to eat. Her eyes filled with tears. They were red and burned from
all the crying she had done since she first arrived at Kurt's house. Bound and
gagged, Jana could do nothing other than accept the situation she was in. Kurt
was teaching her about acceptance, as he had said he would.
Halfway through the meal, Paul, who was her keeper today, turned to Jana as
though in surprise and said, "Jana, you're not eating! Did I forget to take off
the gag?" he smirked and finally removed it.
Jana desperately wanted to take a sip of water. But Paul made no move to
release her wrists, which remained bound at her back.
"Paul, please...I need to have my wrists freed," her voice was almost a
whisper. Would she be punished for talking?
"No. You can make do very well with just your mouth. " Paul said, his tone
severe and filled with warning.
Jana looked at him, confused for a moment, then realized he was serious. "I
can't drink this way," her voice was barely audible.
Paul sighed as though this was a major inconvenience to him, then abruptly
emptied her salad bowl into his, and poured her water into the empty bowl. "Now
you can," he said.
Jana looked down at the water, mixed in with the salad dressing that had been at
the bottom of the bowl and shuddered. But she didn't dare complain, and forced
herself to lap up the oily and vinegary water. With her hands still restrained
behind her back, she did as best she could with the sandwich. Although her face
was covered with oil and she was thoroughly humiliated, at least she wasn't
hungry.
Paul took his napkin and wiped her face. Before she could thank him, the gag
was back in her mouth and she was pulled out of the chair and pushed out the
door into the large foyer of the house.
A beautiful fern hung from a decorative ceiling chain in one corner of foyer.
Paul took down the plant and fastened Jana to the chain instead. The spreader
bar went back in place at her ankles. Even though her cunt hadn't been touched,
the spreader bar holding her open made her very aware of it, and ironically,
made her long for Paul to touch it.
Paul played with her breasts and her nipples for a few minutes, pinching,
twisting, sucking and biting. He then put on a set of nipple clamps that
tightened every time he tugged on the chain, which he proceeded to do, a little
at a time, always waiting for her to adjust to the pain before causing it to
start over again.
Twenty minutes of that, and he pulled them off almost as viciously as Kurt had
done earlier. He picked up a small leather whip and started to hit her breasts,
making sure that at least half the strokes cut across her nipples.
How could something that hurt so much not leave any permanent damage, Jana
thought? How long was this going to continue? She wasn't being punished for
anything. This was pain for the sake of pain. It was to teach her that gagged
and restrained as she was, there was nothing she could do other than accept the
pain that she was given.
It went on for a long time, Paul slowing down his strokes, allowing her to
recover every once in a while, before starting over again. Finally, he put the
whip down on a table next to her, and grabbed her hair, pulling her head up so
that her eyes met his.
"Kurt wants his latest toy on display," Paul took great enjoyment informing Jana
of how she would spend the rest of the day. "Everyone on staff has been told to
give your nipples 'some attention' each time they pass through this room. Which
is often."
Paul pinched and pulled at her sore nipples to emphasize what she would be
enduring. He continued, "You'll find that your breasts and nipples will be
getting a lot of attention. Your nipples are going to look very pretty red."
Paul laughed. "If Kurt likes the way they look, which I think he will, you can
expect them to get attention often."
Paul arranged a variety of nipple clamps on the table where Jana was suspended,
and added a whip. Before leaving, he reached between her legs, gathering her
moisture on one of his fingers. He held his finger up to her nose. "Do you
smell how aroused you are, slut?" he asked her. "Do you need to cum? Do you
want your pussy played with instead of your nipples?"
Of course, Jana, gagged, couldn't reply.
"But only your nipples are going to be touched, Jana...and touched...and
touched." Paul pinched cruelly to emphasize his point, then laughed, and walked
away.
Jana now knew that she was able to stand a lot more than she had expected.
Still, she thought that this time she couldn't possibly bear it, hanging in the
foyer in place of a plant, breasts and nipples sore and available for everyone
who passed by. But it didn't matter what she thought. It didn't matter if she
could or couldn't bear the pain and the humiliation. She was being taught that
she had no choice but to accept what Kurt wanted to do to her, or worse, have
done to her.
Paul was right. The foyer was a major traffic area for Kurt's household staff.
Jana was unpleasantly surprised to see how many people worked in the house, both
male and female. While most of the staff, servants she guessed, were more than
happy to make Jana's nipples suffer, a few seemed embarrassed to do so. It
didn't stop them, however, from being as viscous and merciless as the others.
Jana realized that they knew if they didn't do it to her, they would very likely
be in her place next.
As the day turned into evening, Jana's nipples became so sensitive that even a
soft flick of a finger against them brought tears of pain to her eyes. In
addition to being pinched and twisted, her nipples had been sucked and bitten.
The servants made good use of the whip that Paul had left behind on the table.
If everyone hadn't been attentive to the rule that nipples should never be
clamped for more than twenty minutes at a time, Jana was sure the clamps would
never have come off. When they did, it was only to cause her the agonizing
pain of returning circulation, and then to have the clamps go back on.
And Jana had no choice other than to accept the torture. She was well learning
Kurt's lesson of the day.
It was full dark when Paul came into the foyer and took her down. Jana couldn't
stand on her own; she had to lean against him. Each time her breasts brushed
against the fabric of his shirt, she was made aware of their condition. Paul
took her to the bathroom where Jana had been washed up the other day, and she
was allowed to relieve herself and wash her hands and face. The gag had been
removed, and Jana surreptitiously drank some water. Even though nothing had
been said, she wasn't sure if she would be punished for drinking without
permission.
Paul left her wrists unbound, but fastened a leash to Jana's collar and led her
to the dining room. Kurt was already there and the meal was in full service.
Like last night, the food smelled wonderful.
Jana was pushed to her knees at Kurt's side, and Paul handed Kurt the leash.
Kurt pulled her closer to him, and then ordered her to bend down and put her
face to his feet and kiss them. Jana quickly did so.
"Thank you, Master, thank you!" she said over and over, not sure exactly what
she was thanking him for, but hoping that it would please Kurt.
This caused much amusement at the table. Some of the people seated there had
been her torturers during the afternoon. Jana had thought them servants, some
slaves, but now realized that not all of them had been. One woman in
particular, who had been unbelievably cruel to Jana, was hanging all over Kurt
demanding his attention. Jana stared.
"Eyes down!" Kurt commanded Jana, his voice sharp.
Jana hadn't realized that she forgot to keep her head bowed and her eyes cast
down. She cringed in fear at the expected punishment, but Kurt chose to let it
go. She was even allowed to eat.
The meal progressed, and Kurt fed Jana. She wasn't given her own plate. Kurt fed
her from his, sometimes putting pieces of meat and vegetable into her mouth,
other times throwing the food down on the floor in front of her.
Jana tried to use her hands at one point, which had been left unbound, but that
got her a kick from Kurt, and he ordered Bryne to fasten her wrists behind her
back.
The meal ended leaving Jana's hunger softened but still there. Kurt pulled on
the leash and she was ordered to follow him on her knees to his den. Kurt and
his guests relaxed, drinks in hand, watching TV, while Jana was made to kneel at
Kurt's feet. Instead of having Jana keep her eyes down, this time, Kurt had her
look at him. In fact, she was ordered to keep her eyes on his face at all
times, as though she adored him so much that she couldn't bear not to look at
him. What made it worse for Jana was that Kurt ignored her completely.
Marina was the name of the woman who had been so cruel to Jana, and who made a
show of clinging to Kurt. She leaned over and whispered in Kurt's ear, glancing
slyly at Jana. Kurt laughed, then handed Jana's leash to Marina.
Marina pulled on the leash and brought Jana over to one of the men. Jana was
desperately trying to keep her eyes on Kurt, since he hadn't given her
permission to look away. It added to her humiliation, as Marina gave an amused
smile, and turned to Kurt's friend. "Do you want to use her, Ron?" she asked,
as though Jana were hers to give away. "Have her suck your cock, and tell me
how she does...if she doesn't do it right, maybe Kurt will let us punish her."
She laughed, and pushed Jana's face toward Ron's crotch.
This was different from the times Kurt had her service Paul, Bryne and Richard.
Kurt was the one who had given her to them, and although they didn't arouse her
the way Kurt did, they were well groomed, clean and good-looking.
Ron was none of those. His hair was long and greasy, and framed a pale face,
cruel eyes, thick lips. There was something very repulsive about him, and
Marina had chosen to offer Jana to her for just that reason.
Jana turned away and quickly glanced back at Kurt. She didn't know exactly what
she had hoped Kurt would do or say. Perhaps she hoped that he would say
something to Marina, something to show that Jana was his and only his, and that
he was angry with Marina for offering her to Ron.
Jana's cheeks flushed red with embarrassment when she saw the amused look on
Kurt's face.
Ron took the leash from Marina, and pulled Jana's face back to his crotch. With
his free hand, he pulled down the zipper on his pants and freed his cock.
Jana looked at it in horror. It was thick. Jana had never seen a cock as thick
as his, though it wasn't as if she had seen that many cocks. She couldn't
possibly take it in her mouth.
But Jana wasn't given a choice. He forced her head forward, pushing his
enormous cock into her mouth and down her throat. Jana gagged.
"I like that," he said, pushed himself even further into her mouth, stretching
her lips, filling her throat which convulsed around his erection. "I like it
when they gag."
He pressed Jana close against him. She couldn't breathe, she was suffocating.
Jana was gagging, and the thought of his cum in her mouth made her sick.
Fortunately for Jana, Ron came quickly, but then his cum was filling her mouth
and sliding down her throat. The width of his cock, even deflated, kept it in,
and Jana had no choice but to swallow.
She knew that she had been awkward and unenthusiastic, even worse, she had been
obviously repulsed by having his erection in her mouth. Now that her mouth was
no longer impaled on his cock, Jana started to heave, wanting to rid herself of
his cum. She would be punished for it, but she didn't care. No punishment
could be as bad as what she had just been forced to endure.
But the game was now in progress, and she was the token piece. One of the other
men, Cade, called over, "Hey, Kurt, let me show Ron how it's done. I bet I can
get the bitch to beg me to keep fucking her mouth!"
"Help yourself," Kurt answered, seeming indifferent to how Jana was going to be
used. Marina was wrapped around him, stroking him, getting him hard.
Jana's eyes filled with tears, and she wanted to hate Kurt, she wanted to deny
that right now she longed to be in Marina's place, at his side instead of at his
feet.
When Cade was done with her, one of the other men in the room claimed her. "I
bet those sore looking nipples can be used to fine tune her tongue!" he
laughed, as he pinched and pulled them, ordering her to suck when he pinched,
and lick when he pulled.
Jana was passed around the room, and then again to whoever wanted seconds. Her
mouth was sore, her nipples were sore, her knees ached, and she thought she
would never get the taste and feel of cum out of her mouth.
Kurt and Marina had left the room together a long time ago. Jana panicked when
she saw him leaving, afraid of what would happen to her without him there, and
she started to pull away from whichever cock she was servicing at the moment. A
slap across her face and sharp fingernails digging hard into her nipples brought
her attention back to it, and her ordeal continued.
At last, the evening was over, and it was Bryne who dragged her out of the room
by her leash, forcing her to stay on her knees and try to keep up with him.
Bryne dragged her to the bathroom, and again, Jana felt dread sweep over her as
she remembered the shower he and Richard had given her the other day. Were they
going to do that again? Her sore nipples couldn't possibly take a scrubbing
like the one they had given her before. And the cold water...oh, please, please
no, she thought.
Again, Jana was made to feel grateful for even the smallest mercy. She was
allowed to wash up by herself, showering under soft, warm water. She was
allowed to brush her teeth and rid her mouth of the taste of all the cocks that
had been in it that evening. All the cocks except the one she would have
welcomed, Kurt's.
As soon as she finished washing up, the collar and leash were put back around
her neck, and she was dragged out of the bathroom. Bryne put her into bed,
fastened the leash and both of her wrists to the bolt in the wall by the bed,
and pulled the covers up over her. Without a word, he shut off the lights and
left the room, locking the door behind him.
Like the other night, Jana fell asleep immediately, though her dreams woke her
up twice during the night. But instead of dreaming about the torture she had
been through, Jana's dreams were of erotic sex, of twining her body with Kurt's
while they writhed in passion.
She had lost all feelings of arousal as she endured the physical and emotional
torture Kurt inflicted on her during the day. But now instead of mind-numbing
pain, she felt an aching sensitivity in her nipples and her cunt. She was so
aware of all the intimate places on her body, places she needed Kurt to touch.
She didn't care if he gave her pain, she thought, through the haze of her
arousal. As long as he didn't ignore her, as long as he touched her intimately,
claiming her as his. She wanted him so badly, she realized. She wanted to be
with him, to have his attention on her, even if it resulted in more pain and
humiliation. She would gladly feel pain for him, as long as he didn't ignore
her as he had tonight. Was she so quickly progressing to phase three, she
thought? Did she want to obey him and be tortured by him because she knew it
would please him and he would pay attention to her?
Jana was confused. None of this was going as she had expected, she thought.
But was this what she really wanted? What she really had been asking for?
Although Kurt seemed to ignore what Jana was enduring, he was well aware of what
he had put her through. He wanted to ensure that Jana was shown her place, and
the evening's activities had ensured that. If Jana thought that their agreement
and the attention he had paid to her over the past couple of days mattered to
him, she had been taught otherwise.
Jana said she wanted it to be real for her. Is this real enough for you, Jana?
Kurt thought, and smiled to himself. Jana had no idea of what she had asked
for, nor did she appreciate that she was very, very fortunate that she had come
to him with her fantasies, and not elsewhere. He would give her what she
wanted, and more. But she would come away from this alive. Whether she would
ever belong to herself again or not remained to be seen...
