Chapter 3 - Consequences
Emmy's eyes flew open, nervous excitement flooding through her at the beginning
of her first day as a slave. It was like a dream-come-true for her. It had
always been Emmy's most precious fantasy to be owned by someone else, and now
that she had the opportunity to live it, she was eager to meet her Master.
Her hand absently fingered the cool silver collar encircling her neck as she lay
quietly, thinking about the life she was so ready to relinquish to her captor.
Her lips tightened as she thought about the times her father had come home and
beaten her mother, and the times when she herself didn't get away from his
drunken rage fast enough. So far her life as a slave was an improvement. Sighing
happily, she snuggled deeper into the warm sheets, enjoying the sensations of a
good-quality bed rubbing over the tight latex of her skin.
Footsteps outside the door made her heart leap. Was she going to finally meet
him, she wondered to herself. Would he roughly take her innocence on the bed
like she was nothing more than his possession? A quiver of fear pierced her
heart. Would he dislike her and cast her aside in favour of another girl?
The door handle twisted and began swinging open. Her breath caught in her lungs,
her mind cycling her last thought like an accusation.
He walked in and glanced at Emmy, who gazed back nervously. Then Elena stepped
in following behind on a leash, arms folded underneath her yellow-covered
breasts defiantly. Her face was flushed with humiliation, avoiding eye-contact
with the man holding her chain.
Emmy felt a stab of jealousy, her eyes narrowing towards the girl in yellow. she thought resentfully. He watched her with his dark green
eyes like a predator watches its helpless prey. Emmy fidgeted nervously, unsure
of what she should do.
"I don't tolerate lethargy in my property," he remarked to her, then glanced
away momentarily to place Elena's leash on a hook beside the door. Emmy sprung
out of bed hastily, the sheets hissing as they slid off her lithe body.
He turned back to her, his eyes making her blush as they roamed across her
near-naked body.
She couldn't maintain eye contact with him, her eyes shifting to stare at her
feet submissively.
Suddenly, with the ease of a practiced act, he stepped forwards and caught her
arm, spinning her around and pulling it sharply into the small of her back. She
stifled a scream of fright as he wrapped a leg around her and swiftly knocked
her feet out from under her. She fell forwards with a yelp and found herself
lying on her stomach. She let out little squeals of fear as he roughly brought
both hands behind her back and locked them together with a pair of leather cuffs
that he produced from inside the robe.
She struggled determinedly, her wildly flailing feet gaining purchase long
enough to move. She twisted and unbalanced him from her back, sending him
rolling onto his back. He laughed in surprise as she wriggled away, propping
herself up against the wall to smile back at him triumphantly. He wasn't going
to get her that easily, she thought with a grin.
He briefly considered using the collar she wore to make her sit still, but
thought better of it. Catching her unaided was a crucial step. he thought with a smile as he reached into his robe to pull out a ball
gag.
Emmy had managed to stand up and was busy edging towards the open door, still
grinning mischievously in a manner more suiting a child caught thieving from the
kitchen than a young lady fighting for her virginity. Her eyes widened briefly
at the sight of the gag, and she made a desperate lunge for the door.
He threw himself at her feet, tripping her up. The landing knocked the air from
her lungs making her gasp and giving him just the opening to slip the ball in
and lock it behind her head. She squealed in despair as he trapped her legs
between his thighs and cuffed them together also.
Still defiant, she started wriggling her way towards the door, her face flushed
with exertion and embarrassment. His hand closed around her legs, folding them
back and clipping her ankle cuffs to her wrists in a neat hog-tie.
Emmy moaned wistfully in defeat, her blue-clad limbs wriggling futilely. His
hand slipped down between her legs, making her squeal in humiliation as the
vibrators buried there came to life. The room was filled with their slightly
muffled buzzing as Emmy desperately tried to escape their vibrations.
He stood back and watched her writhing form with a satisfied look as she rapidly
approached the unwanted orgasm. She came suddenly, bucking and squealing in her
bonds like a little teenage nymphomaniac.
"Aren't we a little slut," he chastised her, making her moan with shame at her
display of wanton lust. She imagined what her bound form looked like and was
thankful for the tight latex imprisoning her sex that caught the sudden gush of
female juices.
He denied her a second orgasm, cutting off the vibrations with a command to her
collar just before she peaked, making her cry out angrily. She glared up at him
from above the round red ball of the gag. He smiled back, feigning confusion.
"What do you want?" he asked her, his voice annoyingly casual. She growled back
and wriggled her arse suggestively, although she knew he wouldn't grant her wish
so easily.
"You want me to untie you?" he guessed. She started to shake her head angrily,
then froze as she realised exactly what he had said. Frantically she nodded,
squealing around the gag to get his attention as he stood up dismissively.
"Okay then, whatever you want," he told her as he unhooked Elena who was trying
to hide a grin and lead her out of the room.
The door shut with a thud, leaving the bound, gagged and very horny Emmy to
writhe in despair on the hard floor, cursing around the gag filling her mouth.
Then the vibrations started again.
Jenny was breathing shallowly as she slid her behind onto the cold leather seat
of the examination table. Somehow she had always been able to escape going to
the doctors for a full pelvic exam. Her mother would always mention it and then
forget without making an appointment, much to Jenny's relief. The thought of
someone poking her privates made her terribly anxious.
Now here she was; a naked sex slave about to undergo just such a procedure. Her
mind was still reeling; she felt dizzy with shock. She couldn't have asked for
it; she wasn't like that! She didn't want to be a slave!
And yet she had dropped the rug and given herself to him; her eyes burned with
tears of shame as she recalled her actions.
"Why?" she moaned softly. Did she think her life so poor that a life of sexual
servitude was preferable?
Distracted by the sound of metal against metal, Jenny came out of her thoughts
to watch Aiko collecting silvery steel implements that she arranged on a steel
tray beside Jenny. She eyed each one apprehensively, her mind thinking up all
sorts of devious uses for them, none of them she thought she would particularly
enjoy. She slid her knees together tightly and sat on her hands, unwilling to
put her legs in the stirrups and open herself to the devices until she
absolutely had to.
"Lie back and arms up," Aiko instructed her, straightening up to push gently on
Jenny's shoulder. Reluctantly she lay back, gasping nervously as her back made
contact with the cold surface. The table bent half-way up her back, raising her
upper-body forwards slightly. She hesitated before raising her arms above her
head, and let out a gentle sob as the soft straps were tightened around her
slender wrists. Similar straps went above and below her breasts, around her
belly and across her forehead, securing her to the table.
Aiko's dark-green hands took hold of her left ankle and strapped it into the
stirrup. Another quiet sob escaped her quivering lips as her other leg was
strapped down, spreading her legs slightly. Then Aiko began adjusting them,
lifting them up and exposing her secrets lewdly to the cool air.
Jenny tested her bonds experimentally, tugging gently against the straps holding
her down and discovering that underneath the soft exterior lay cold, unforgiving
wire. She was well restrained. Jenny quivered in alarm as Aiko picked up a
fearsome-looking device shaped like a crescent moon made of wire.
"Open your mouth," she commanded, one latex-clad hand on Jenny's lips. Her eyes
wide, she clamped her mouth shut tight, whimpering softly.
Aiko looked down disapprovingly and retrieved a small metal clamp that she
placed quickly onto Jenny's unprotected nipple.
"Ahhh," Jenny yelped in unexpected pain, giving Aiko the chance to slide the
moon-shaped device in between her teeth. Jenny tried to push it free with her
tongue as Aiko opened it up slowly, forcing Jenny's jaws wide apart.
The clamp was released shortly, making Jenny hiss as the blood returned to her
sensitive nipple.
Aiko picked up another shiny device that Jenny didn't recognise and swiftly
coated its smooth surfaces with jelly.
"Ahhhnnnn," Jenny protested as the end of the speculum was placed between her
labia. The jelly wasn't really necessary as it slid in easily between her damp
folds, making her squeal with the cold. Jenny wondered if it had been kept on
ice. Squeezing the handle now protruding from her body, Aiko opened its length
inside the teen and for the first time Jenny felt cool air blow against her
cervix.
"Ehhhhh," Jenny moaned in embarrassment as the short girl began probing the
inner lining of her pussy with a swab, wanting nothing more than to be able to
close her splayed legs. Something prickled deep inside her then Aiko stood and
placed the swabs into a sealed bag. With a sigh, the speculum was removed.
"Time for your dressing," Aiko said grimly, and picked up a strange-looking
device that Jenny watched wide-eyed, eyeing the sharp needle peeking from it
with a bad feeling. Aiko squeezed the handle on it, and the two halves of the
device moved almost to touching. She squeezed tighter and with an audible click
the needle stabbed forward in the blink of an eye through the two halves and
back to its position. Jenny cried out in fear, realising with a sick premonition
what it was designed to do.
Aiko flicked a catch on the top to expose the needle and ran it through a
lighter in her hand until it was hot. Then Aiko began to rub Jenny's left nipple
gently with an alcohol swab. Despite her frantic strains against the padded wire
that held her down, her nipple hardened in betrayal against the cold swab.
She began squealing hysterically as the two halves closed over her nipple,
positioning the needle horizontal to her body.
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Jenny squealed in pain. Aiko's small fingers picked up a tiny ring, intersected
through the middle by a thin bar. The bar came free from one side, which was
slid through the tender new piercing and clipped shut, neatly aligning the ring
permanently around the base of her nipple.
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The same process was repeated with her other nipple. Both now glinted with their
new silver collars snug around the base. They were made of the same substance as
her collar, and would keep the wounds free of infection.
Then Aiko's tongue began lapping against her clit, gently coaxing the innocent
flesh out of hiding. Jenny squealed in horror, straining with new-found strength
against the straps.
"No, noh my clih, plehs noh my clih," Jenny pleaded through the mouth spreader,
her eyes streaming tears. The cool swab was run gently around her clit, and then
cold steel closed tightly around her tender bud.
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"Eeeeee!!" she screamed. Thankfully Jenny's collar muted the pain slightly, but
she still felt dizzy from the pain that lanced through the sensitive skin. Aiko
slid the collar down around her clit and locked it shut, holding the silver ring
snug against the base.
"One more," Aiko told her sympathetically, recalling her own piercing, and the
fun experiences she had with them afterwards. How Master would use the rings to
hold her nipple inside his mouth to tease her with, or clip a chain to her
clitoris and lead her around by it.
Jenny cried softly, regretting her split-second decision immensely. She knew
what the last one would be now. Her tongue curled back into her head
protectively, hiding from the piercing tool.
"Noh my tung! Pleeeeh. Anyhinh buh my tung," Jenny pleaded desperately,
straining insanely against her bonds. They dug deep into her pale skin, flushed
red from exertion and pouring sweat. Jenny was terrified of having her tongue
pierced, to the point where she was going to hurt herself soon.
Aiko was concerned by the sudden resistance. Even when she had collared the
girls' clit she hadn't reacted this violently.
Master's control descended upon her body then and put down the piercing tool.
Aiko\Master picked up a silver ball-gag from the tray where it had lain quietly
and slid it into Jenny's gaping mouth. Jenny's struggling slowed as she realised
she had been spared, and her eyes shone with tears of happiness. The
mouth-spreader was released and the gag was buckled shut tight behind her head;
Jenny's jaw would have no rest.
Weak and sore, she was unstrapped from the table. Her legs felt like jelly, her
lowered eyes red and puffy.
"Get her some food," Master instructed, and Aiko was released. Jenny felt a tug
on her collar, and hurried to follow.
Cunt's entire body ached. It seemed like an eternity she had lain in the dark,
unable to move, unable to see, hear or feel anything except pain and
frustration.
Her anus was full with soapy water that irritated her colon and slowly filled
the bladder that she could not void.
The vibrators came on again, driving her wild with desire. She knew they would
give no release, cutting out moments before she reached the orgasm that had
become the sole goal of her being.
She stiffened in fright as something touched her head; suddenly pain lanced
through her skull as agonisingly bright light shone into her wide eyes.
She grunted in pain, squinting as her eyes adjusted slowly. Above her stood
someone, a vague blur that sharpened into the shape of Elena, arms cuffed behind
her back. Unable to move her head, she simply glared up at the girl who had hit
her, preventing her from beating the shit out of that little whore.
A man's face moved into view, his hands attaching something to her mouth,
pushing against her lips that were spread around the tube violating her orally.
It was tall, thick and silvery, jutting up from her head, with channels winding
down around the sides; a dildo.
Her eyes widened in outrage as he then guided the nervous Elena to straddle her
head. The glistening wet folds of Elena's exposed pussy in front of her face
made her feel sick. Then Elena raised herself forwards and guided the dildo
gently into her body. The sight of the glistening skin stretched tight to
encompass the monster protruding from her face made her entire body quiver with
the wish to kill this wanton slut impaling herself so close to her eyes. The
grooves in the dildo had little holes spaced down their length, which she
wondered about for a moment until it was horribly explained.
"You might want to know that the vibrator is designed with channels through it
to catch dear Elena's precious moisture and funnel it directly into your gastric
tube." The man's face moved close, smiling sweetly. "I hope she doesn't
lubricate too much, it won't leave any room for lunch."
Bile rose around the tube in her throat. The grooves were channelling this
sluts' juice directly into her stomach!
Then, as Elena's legs were strapped down so she couldn't rise completely off the
dildo, the full meaning hit her.
It's a vibrator?
With a laugh he flicked the tiny switch at the base, activating the device.
"Oooo," Elena moaned, and began gently fucking herself with the vibrator.
Already her eyes were closed and she was rocking back and forth.
"Enjoy breakfast," he called out as the door shut behind him.
Elena came then, her pussy flooding the semi-hollow vibrator with liquid and
screaming out in ecstasy. she vowed in silence as Elena
bucked wildly over her.
Her Master watched Jenny intently from across the table. She kept glancing at
him nervously in between shovelling bacon into her mouth with her fingers. The
enema's had left her drained, and she was ravenously hungry.
She stole another glance at him. Was he going to punish her for her performance?
Her attention focused briefly on the throbbing between her slightly parted legs.
She blinked the tears that threatened to overwhelm her, distracting herself by
taking another mouthful.
The sun shone through a window to her right, revealing a pristine-white
landscape. She could enjoy living here, she thought... if she wasn't a sex
slave.
With a start she realised the plate was empty. She glanced around, still hungry.
He was still watching her. His constant attention was becoming annoying. Just as
she thought she was about to crack...
"Jenny," he said softly. "Come here." His voice was flat and expressionless.
Jenny swallowed weakly; he was going to punish her.
Slowly she slid off the chair and, painfully aware of her own naked
vulnerability, walked to stand beside him.
He frowned at her in displeasure. She quivered in fear, standing quietly,
waiting for him. When he did not speak, Jenny recalled with a start her
requirements and hastily knelt beside his chair.
"I'm going to pierce your tongue, Jenny." He stated flatly.
"No," Jenny cried, springing to her feet and grabbing his arm urgently. "Please,
anything but that! Pleeeease, don't pierce my tongue again!" He prised her hand
off him, his eyes narrowing.
"When I am happy, I am very happy. When I'm mad, I'm very mad," he spoke to her
quietly. Reluctantly Jenny knelt down again, tears forming again.
"Please M-Master," she begged. "Pierce anything but my t-t-tongue." He seemed
interested by this statement.
"Anything? What is wrong with your tongue, little Jenny?" He learned Jenny had
been coaxed by some of the girls at school into going and having her tongue
pierced with them about a year ago.
"It...it got infected l-last time. It was... horrible... nearly died..." she
broke off in tears. Eventually he managed to discover that it had gotten badly
infected and nearly strangled her. She had spent a week at the hospital
recovering, her mind a fog of pain-killers. The place she had it done was soon
after closed because of dangerous practices. He stroked her soft hair, pulling
gently on the pony tail to lift her head.
"Do you trust me, Jenny?" She didn't answer, afraid of responding and what
either way could mean.
"Come Jenny, I'll do it myself," he said standing up. Jenny refused to move off
the floor, staying head lowered and sobbing softly.
Her crouched and lifted her gently to her feet. She wrapped her arms around his
comforting warmth, squeezing herself flat against his chest. Her lips parted
slightly.
"I trust you," she whispered in his ear.
Once again Jenny found herself being strapped down. The table retained none of
her body-warmth from before, so she shivered slightly as it moulded to her back.
He slid the spreader in at the same time two fingers parted her labia and delved
deeply into her warmth. She moaned softly as he opened her orifices, one with
cold steel and one with warm fingers. His mouth closed around her tender nipple,
pulling gently on the new piercing and teasing the rapidly expanding tip with
his tongue.
His fingers were driving her wild with pleasure; she squirmed in her bonds,
trying to get his fingers in deeper. One hand still in her snatch, he lifted the
piercing tool and brought it to her mouth. Her eyes watched nervously as she
offered her tongue to him, sticking it out for his wishes.
The steel closed around her tongue, trapping it between the halves. His fingers
delved deeper, thumb rubbing her collared clit, making her forget the impending
pain. Her pupils dilated.
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