JESSICA’S ABDUCTION

Chapter One

       Blindfolded with a tightly fitting black eye mask, a bright red rubber “O” ring stretching her lips, a single black, leather bondage sleeve securing her arms painfully behind her back, a pair of black, six inch stiletto heels, Jessica otherwise, is completely naked.

       Somewhat groggy, she stands, chest thrust outward, on the small, elevated podium in the center of the foreboding chamber.  The four men converged around the podium turn as the door opens to the room.

       Another man, muscular, dressed completely in black, enters, approaches the group.

       “Gentlemen… She’s ready… I take it?”  He matter of factly addresses no one in particular.  “Let’s take a look at my goods.

       Stepping between the others as they part, he stops directly in front of the podium, glances up at Jessica’s glistening body.  He thinks to himself just how incredible she is, if possible, more then perfect.  Yet, he doesn’t allow his emotion to show thru.

       “It’s already been a week… Huh?”  He states, somewhat to himself.  “Let’s see how you’ve done with her.”

       Placing his right hand on her left thigh, he looks directly at her breasts, level with his eyes.  Reaching up with his left hand he flicks the gold stud piercing her right nipple.

       “Healed well… Both have.”  Again addressing no one in particular as the others remain quiet, he brushes a fingertip across the matching gold stud in her left nipple.

       “Now… Let’s take a look at her clit…. Yes… It’s just fine too… Nice vulva… Puffy labia lips… Okay.”  He adds as he slides his right hand between the couple inch slit between her thighs, flicks her third gold stud with his index finger.

       “I see the whip marks haven’t broken the skin… Good… Good indeed!”  He exclaims as he scans her bare flesh with his fingers, tracing thin, faded welts, the remnants of her several “adjustment sessions” since her abduction.

       “Looks like someone preferred these melons for their favorite targets!” He adds as he turns to one of the men while squeezing the base of her left breast.  “That’s okay… Don’t blame you… These are incredible… What you think? The size of grapefruits?”  He smiles as he bounces, juggles her breast in the palm of his hand.

       Again, the others remain silent; barely smile, in front of the Man in Black.  Turning again toward Jessica, he traces his right index finger from between her thrust out globes, down across her sternum, between her ribcage, across her flexing bellybutton, over her glistening, freshly oiled pubic mound, coming to rest again on the gold stud.  Leaning slightly forward, he takes a closer look between her thighs, again addresses the men.

       “I thought her Labia lips looked a little puffy… I see why.”  He adds as he twists, tugs the moist flesh.  “They tasted the crop a few times… Didn’t they?”

Again, silence from the men as he slowly circles behind her.

       “Let’s take a look at this ass.”  He exclaims as he lifts the bottom of the bondage sleeve, palms her left, then right butt cheek.  “A tramp stamp huh?”  He scoffs as he pats the inked tribal tattoo on the small of her back, just above the faded whip marks crisscrossing her buttocks.

       “Well… She shouldn’t have a problem with her new pierces then!”  He jokes, drawing smiles from the others as he pats her rump.

       “Yes gentlemen.”  He nonchalantly states as he turns, stares toward them, nods toward the entryway.   “I’m satisfied with my new property… Another excellent job… As usual… You may leave now…”

       The rest of the funds will be transferred immediately… Please shut the door behind you.”

       Without a word, the four men pass thru the entryway, obviously somewhat relieved with his approval as they leave the sinister room.

       Standing silent, blindfolded, she can only accept his inspection of her nude body, listen as he speaks to her abductors.  The past days have been a nightmare, one that she can’t awaken from.  Not allowed to sleep, drugged, barely fed, daily discipline sessions, the physical and mental anguish have been overwhelming.  Now, she finds herself delivered as “property” to this man, this place.

       “Okay Jessica… Let me welcome you my Chateau… Where your real training begins… And ends.”  He addresses her as he steps in front of her naked body.  “You’ve had a long trip… I know you’re tired… But…  Looking at your incredible body standing in front of me… Already prepared… I mean you’ve been freshly shaven from the neck down and everything… I don’t think I can resist giving you a light workout right now… Just to welcome you!”

       Stepping over to the far wall he inspects, chooses a thin, subtle riding crop from his favorite collection soaking in a vat.  “Swishing it several times back and forth in his right hand, brine flicks across the floor as he approaches her from behind.

       Her body reflexively stiffens as she hears the ominous sound, her breasts; buttocks begin to ache already, almost from the memory of her previous floggings.

       “Okay… Jessica.”  He addresses her in a calm, monotone voice.  “I expect you to stand still… Don’t disappoint me and I promise not to whip you across those fresh pierces… Yet.”

       Stepping toward her right side he again glances across her swaying breasts, perfectly at eye level to him, thanks to the podium.  “I’d tell you to thrust those tits out further for me… But it’s obvious that bondage sleeve has your shoulders bowed back to their limits… Aren’t they?”  Reaching back with crop in hand, he adds.  “That’s okay… No need to answer… Remember… Quiet… And… And stand still… Don’t want you falling off the podium… Onto those tits.”

       “Swish…Thwack!” The crop springs across the outer curve of her right breast, the tip smacking against the upper edge of the bondage sleeve, leaving an imprint.

       “Aggghhhhhh!”  Her body twists, she bows forward as she grunts thru the “O” ring, saliva drooling from the corner of her mouth dripping across her swaying breasts.

       “Stand up… Jessica… Upright!”  He again, in a calm, collected voice addresses her as he carefully inspects the thin red welt instantly rising across her subtle, bare flesh, steps behind her.

       The pain sears thru her breast, the thin crop leaving a sharp, burning sensation, worse then she’s been receiving since her abduction.  Catching her breath, she rises back up, feels her salvia drooling, still dripping between her aching breasts.

       “Swish…. Smack!….Swish… Smack!”  Backhanded, forehanded, he expertly flips the crop back and forth, just below the bottom of the bondage sleeve, across the lower cheeks of her buttocks.

       “Agghhhh!… Agghhhh!”  More squeals as she lifts up, even in her stilettos.  Instantaneously, red welts trace across her tanned flesh.

       Again he carefully inspects his handiwork, watches the welts raise on her already perspiring flesh.  A nice “X” marking her derriere, probably centered over the rim of her anus he thinks.  He lowers the crop for a moment or two.

       Stepping in front of her once again, he enjoys the moment; watching her naked body contorts, quiver right in front of him.  He watches her navel flex, her abs ripple under her defined ribcage, her breasts, almost overly large for her athletic frame, yet firm, extremely firm, with her thick nipples centered on her wide, a perfect shade of tan, flat areolas, the gold studs gleaming, jiggling as she breathes.  Yes, he’s more then satisfied with this acquisition.

       Raising the crop upward, he lets its tip dance across her shaved pubic mound, circle the twin folds of her puffy labia lips, and press across her clithood, above the glistening stud. He watches as she reflexively arches her hips back, away from the crop.

       “Thwack… Thwack…Thwack!!!”  Three quick, short strokes flick across her pubic mound, stinging her vagina, left labia, right labia, clit hood.

       “Aaaagggghhhhhhhhhh!!!!” A truly guttural screech.  Twisting, nearly falling backwards, she feels his arm behind her shackled arms, catching her.

       The pain tears thru her thighs, stomach, womb as the crop leaves a trio of horizontal, thin red welts, instantly between her jerking thighs.  A trace of urine trickles down her left inner thigh as beads of perspiration, mixed with the shimmering coat of body oil drips off her ravaged pubic mound.

       Once again he carefully inspects the welts, can’t help noticing her vagina’s dripping wet.  Her quivering breasts brush across his face as he leans in front of her as she arches forward in her heels.  He can’t help thinking about her indoctrination this past week, including the use of drugs, mainly GHA, better known as the date rape drug, administered to her daily.  Seeing her wet slit, he can’t help smiling to himself; he slides just the tip of his index finger past the gold stud, into her spread slit.

       She feels herself being penetrated, her clit being manipulated, the clit stud twisted, stretched into her.  As he presses the tip of his finger in, out around the moist crevice of her vagina, her hips quiver, her flattened stomach almost vibrates with each touch.  Somehow, she finds she can’t control her reactions.

       Fascinated with her response, he probes a second, third finger into the moist opening.  First one knuckle, then two, finally all three as he slides his fingers in and out, in and out, rubbing, keeping contact with the stud stretching, tugging at her engorged clit.

Her ribcage presses against the side of his face, her glistening breasts sway, resting against his hair as she leans forward, her thighs twitching, her vagina reacting to his manipulation, his masturbation of her.

       “Ummmmm!…..Ohhhh….Ummmm!”  She moans with each breath as she blindly accepts his hand inside her.  She feels the warm saliva drooling off her chin, sticking on her swaying breasts, the pain from the crops melding with the pulsing rush deep inside her.

       He presses his thumb against the clit stud, slides his forth finger into her drenched slit, presses, tugs, twists the stud between his thumb and forefinger as he continues to ram his other fingers in an out, in and out, while twisting his hand.  Her hips shudder, her taut body twists as she grunts with each thrust.

       He steps back, jerks his hand away, grabs her braid of auburn hair from behind and jerks her back.

       “Enough!”  He scolds in a harsh voice. “You don’t cum unless I instruct you too!.. Understand?”

       “Ohhhooo!!!… Uummmphh!”  Her body still twitching, legs weak, she can only grunt thru the “O” ring as he holds her upright.

       “You want fucked…. Don’t you?”… First you’ll have to be cleaned up!… I know for a fact you haven’t had a bath in a week!”  He exclaims, knowing that was part of her ordeal after being abducted.

       “Swish… Thwack…Swish… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack!!!”  Again he flicks the crop back and forth, left to right.  Right breast, left breast, both breasts, the crop sinks into her firm flesh, under, over her round globes, barely brushing across both areolas until the last stroke buries itself directly across the upper edges of both erect nipples.

       “Agghhhh…Aggghhhhhh…Aaaaggghhhhh!!!!” More gutteral screeches as salvia spews from her “O” ring.  Lurching, twisting, jerking, the crop’s pain consumes the burning, rumbling in her groins, she nearly falls helplessly from the podium, he again catches her.

       Holding her upright, he watches as she slowly, once again collects her breath.  Dripping sweat, streaks of her bodily fluids trail down off her inner thighs, her body trembling as he releases her.  Again, the past week’s indoctrination before being brought here has proven effective.  The punishment she just received would have overcome her just days ago.

       “Stand… You’ll be attended to shortly.”  He, once again using his calm, monotone voice, addresses her as he turns, walks toward the entry way.

End Part One                                                                                                                                              

Jessica’s Abduction

Chapter Two

       Most of her initial day at the chateau’s been a long, traumatic, and painful experience.  Now, the past hour or so has contrasted sharply with her treatment since her abduction.

       Resting on an oversized mattress, her wrists shackled to the front of a black leather collar secured around her neck, she lays naked on her back.  Her arms crossed over her chest forces her melon sized breasts to bulge outward between her forearms and biceps, exposing the gold studs jiggling from her swollen nipples.

       Tilting her head up off the pillow, her eyes are attracted toward the glistening studs, bringing her attention to the multiple welts crisscrossing her bare breasts.  She’s thankful the pain’s subsiding, helped considerably by her first real bath since her abduction.  In her mind that experience seems almost surreal as she was bathed, oiled, while still shackled by two young, attractive women clad only in short white smocks without a word being spoken.  The soft mattress feels as if it’s absorbing her exhausted body as she again lays her head back.

       As she rests, her scattered thoughts are mixed with confusion, uncertainty.  Time has lost its meaning as this is also the first time she’s been allowed to lay flat, let alone across a bed, for a number of days.  Yet, somehow she also finds herself feeling almost appreciative.  A luxurious bed, the warm, soaking bath and a massage, allowed to actually rest, all seems like luxuries now.  The quiet, the darkness, the calm, surrounds her as her eyes slowly close, the thoughts fade, and she falls into a deep sleep.  Two... Three hours or so pass, perfect calm, tranquility, at last.

Consciousness... Abrupt... Harsh.  She feels herself flipped over onto her stomach, her wrists hastily unshackled, twisted, jerked, re-shackled behind her neck.  She feels her breasts press harshly against the mattress, the studs digging into her sensitive nipples.  She feels a scarf wrapped abruptly across her eyes, bound tightly behind her head.  A hard, rubber “O” ring’s forced between her yawning lips, stretches her mouth to its limits.  Her heart pounds in her chest, her mind races.  Blasted from the tranquility of her first sleep in days she feels herself struggling to breathe, on the verge of hyperventilating.

       Again she feels herself being flipped over, again onto her back as her body shakes the mattress.  Her shoulders sear with pain as her arms arch behind her back, her elbows touching, crisscrossing with her shackled wrists dragging at the back of her neck collar.  She feels her ankles spread, ropes slipped around both, jerked severely outward, toward the sides of the bed, stretching her thighs apart, wider…wider, as both ropes are tugged harder and tighter, tied off.

       Blinded by the scarf, nearly chocking on her own saliva as the “O” ring tears at her lips, struggling for breath, she feels the firm grip of hands manipulating her thrust out breasts.  Squeezed, jerked, twisted, she feels the sharp pain as twines twisted, looped around, across the studs impaling her nipples.  She feels her left, then right breast stretched upwards, tautly upwards as her torso’s lifted above the mattress.

       The pain’s excruciating.  Her shackled arms lose contact with the mattress as her body arches upwards.  Her head tilts back, reflexively pressing against the crushed pillow as her jerking body elevates.  She finds herself forcing her head back even harder, her neck straining, her feet pressing downward, forcing herself to rise off the mattress, to relieve the pain off her stretching breasts as she somehow bows her back.

       Barely able to maintain her arched position she feels the same hands probing her vagina. Again the sharp pain of twine being wrapped around, this time, the clit stud, again the pain of that twine being jerked upward, stretched.  She strains, forces her hips up from the mattress as the twine becomes taut between her spread thighs.

       Her body twitches as her it’s elevated from the mattress.  The three strands of twine tautly stretch upwards, secured to “eye” bolts strategically anchored in the ceiling above the bed.  Her glistening body quivers as the tendons strain in her neck, calves as she’s forced to bow into an arch.  She presses her elbows downward, searching for the mattress, straining to relieve the pressure of the torturous bindings.

       Finished, he stands beside her, alone.  He watches her every agonizing move.   Her glistening, twitching body arching, her global shaped breasts raise up and down with each forced breath as she struggles with the twine while she painfully attempts to slacken the tug on her nipples, clit.

       Silently sliding a chair next t the bed he sits, relaxes for a few moments as he watches her struggle.  He listens to her raspy breathes, watches her chiseled body quiver, her navel flexing in her hollowed stomach, even under the dim lighting.  Again he thinks to himself how remarkable she is, how enjoyable her training session is going to be…For him.

       “Jessica, it’s time for a little talk.”  He speaks softly, yet firmly as he reaches for the twine stretching off her right nipple.  “Let’s say an understanding.”  He adds as he softly, gently slides his fingertip down the twine until his forefinger rests across the gold nipple stud.

       “Want me to place a couple cushions under your shoulders and hips first?”  He gently asks as he leans toward her right ear.  “Or should I let you hang by your tits and pussy while I speak?”

       Nodding her head, pleadingly whimpering through the “O” ring, she’s barely able to be.  “Ohh, please... Yessss!”

       Lifting her shoulders upward with his left arm, he slides a pair of tubular cushions across the mattress, centering one under her crossed arms, the other under her hips.  Sliding his arm from under her he watches as her naked body, still arched, is able to relax somewhat as the sets of twine show the slightest of tension form the trio of studs.

       “Do I hear a… Thank you?”  He again whispers in her ear.  “Aren’t you grateful I’m so thoughtful for your comfort?”

       Again barely inteligeble, she moans.  “Thank you!”  Saliva drooling from the corners of her stretched lips; she feels the burning pain through her nipples subside.

       Now, where was I?”  He again leansback in his cahir, softly asks.  “Oh. Yeah, time to get acquainted, let you know what’s expected of you!”

       Leaning toward her he reaches for the straps securing the “O” ring, unsnaps it.  “I usually don’t do this; I like to keep it a one way conversation.”  Sliding the bright red rubber ring from between her stretched lips, he drops it on the mattress next to her.  “That better?”

       “Yes!  Oh yes, much better!”  She blurts as she swallows, swipes her tongue around her wet lips.

       “What else?”  He sternly scolds.  “Want me to put it back in?”

       “No!  No, please!”  She begs.  Thank you… Thank you Sir!”  Whimpering, feeling the cords tightening across the studs as she arches her back, stretches upwards off the pillows.

       “That’s better!”  He admonishes.  “Now, as I was saying, I’ll get right to the point.  You’re here to be trained, trained to be a submissive.”

       “Wha…Ouch!… Ohhh!”  Starting to speak, she feels her right nipple pinched, twisted as it’s gripped between his thumnb, forefinger, pinched.

       “Rule number one!  Never, and I mean never speak to me unless I specifically instruct you too!”  He admonishes as he twists, tugs at the nipple stud.  “Rule number two!  Never ask why, and I mean period, about anything I demand of you.  About why you’re here, anything.  Understand?  You may answer slave!”

       “Ohhh, yeeeess, yes, I understand!”  She whimpers.

       “Sir!!!!”  He again admonishes as he tweaks the stud yet again.  “Answer, with a Sir!”

       “Yes, yes Sir!”  She grunts, her naked body arching upwards as her nipple’s twisted, jerked.

       “Now, you’re starting to build up demerits, but that’s okay, for two reasons.”  He continues.  “First, demerits bring punishment.  And, second, that’s how you’ll learn your place, understand?”  I said, understand?”  Again he sadistically pinches, tweaks her nipple.

       “Yes… Yes… I understand!  Sir… Sir!”  She blurts as she feels her breasts yanked upwards.

       “Okay, now listen carefully!  Don’t interrupt!  This is going to be the only time I’m going to address this issue.”  Leaning forward, he continues as he slides his hand around the supple curve of her breast, relaxes back in his chair.  “You’re now in a whole new world, literally!  In more ways then one.  This estate consists of over a thousand acres.  It’s in the middle of nowhere.  You’re a submissive, and you’ll please me, one way or the other. You will learn to want to please me.  That’s your only concern now!  Basically you’re mine!  Physically, mentally, to do with as I please, when I please, how I please!”  Continuing his instructions in a monotone voice, he adds.  I will whip you, fuck you, whatever I want to do with you or to you, you have no say!”  Leaning over he carefully manipulates the gold stud impaling her right nipple.

       Obey and please me!”  He adds as he brushes the back of his right hand from left to right, across her thigh, hip, ribcage, back down between her thighs, across the twin folds of her moist labia, the gold clit stud.

       Quivering, she feels his touches, from both hands, the fingertips across her breasts, between her thighs.  She feels her body contorted, quivering, reacting to his touch even as his words resonate in her mind.

       I was told you were beautiful, and I’m certainly not disappointed!  He adds as he pats, sliding his fingers away from her quivering mound, her shriveling nipple.  Leaning back in his chair, he adds.  I expect you to work at looking your best, for me, and any other person I may lend you too.  Again, that may be a while down the road.  You’ve got plenty of discipline sessions ahead of you first.  Plenty of training to go through before you start finding the difference between pain and pleasure harder to separate.

Standing, he turns and steps toward the doorway.  “I’ll be back later, to address your demerits from today, reflect!”

       Left lying there naked, bound, blindfolded, her arms twisted behind her back on the bed, his words burn in her mind as she feels her nipples, clitoris burning, pulsing from the bindings stretching at them.  Yet, his manipulation with his fingertips has also left a tingling deep in her womb.

       She can’t help thinking of his last words, about how close she came to an orgasm as she was whipped, ravaged earlier today.  She’s beginning to realize how severe and uncontrollable her predicament is, how helpless she is.

End Part Two                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     

JESSICA’S ABDUCTION

Chapter Three

Again there’s total quiet.  The twine stretches, flexes, tugs at her nipples, clit.  The cushions underneath her give just enough relief as to let her arched body relax on the bed.  Pain, pleasure resonates thru her mind.  His words, his thoughts ring true, already.  The constant pressure from the cords stretching at the studs piercing her most sensitive flesh seems to be causing mixed sensations.  The only real pain seems to be from her numbing arms fastened behind her back, and it’s fading to a dull ache.

       She lays, quietly, almost calmly, waiting for his return, his threat, promise of what he’s going to do to her next.  She still struggles with her thoughts, ranging from fear, to being almost sublime.  She still can’t understand the obvious urge she can’t control at times to have an orgasm.  Why can’t she control that?”

       She senses the door opening, hears footsteps, voices.

       “She was delivered this morning… They had her for the usual week… Took care of the pierces… Began her discipline routines... All the normal stuff.

       She hears her abductor speaking as he steps toward her

       “Yes… Yes of course…… Huh!… How long you have her like this?”

       Jessica hears another, slightly accented, more sinister voice as she feels the twine fastened to her right nipple being twisted, jerked.

       “Oomph!”  She can’t help a muffled groan as her breasts stretched, twisted, arching her upwards, off the mattress.

       “Christ sake… You know better then to touch my property like that!… Knock it off Damn it!”

       She again hears the familiar voice, the cord instantly slacken        “Okay… You’re… You’re right… Sorry… But tell ye what… She does have a hell’ov a body… What a rack!… Just like they said!”  The other voice again.  “What ye say I climb between those legs right now?… Try her out… How much for her right now?… You don’t even have to train her before you put her up for bid… I’ll take her right now!… Use her round the clock as a sex slave!”

       Jessica feels her heart racing as she comprehends she’s being negotiated for.  The voice frightens her, she thinks to herself…It’s unlike her Master’s… Then, her mind races again… Master’s?… She’s thinking of her abductor as being her Master???

       She feels a familiar hand sliding down the outside curves of her right side as her body reflexively twitches, she remains calm, silent.

       “Don’t insult me… You wanted to see her… You got it.”  Again the familiar voice.  “Let’s go.”

       “Okay… But you got to promise me.”  Again the accented voice. “When the bidding opens… I’ve got deep pockets… Keep me in mind.”

       She hears the door open, close.  Again there’s total silence, darkness.  She lays there, heart pounding, breasts rising, lowering as the twine stretches at her nipples, flexes with each breath. The conversation burns thru her mind, over and over…. Try her out!… A bid?… Sex slave!… What’s going to happen to her?… When?”

       Time passes as she lies there…. Slowly… Minutes… Maybe an hour… Maybe two.  She floats between consciousness, sleep, still thinking, worrying, wondering, and waiting.

The door again opens and closes.  She hears a chair sliding beside the bed.

       “Awake?”

       It’s his voice.  “Yes… Yes Sir.”  She hears herself answering, in an almost appreciative tone as she feels his hands reaching behind her neck, untying the scarf.

       Pulled from across her eyes, she blinks, squints, the room’s shadowy, almost dark.  She can barely make out his nude form, his eyes peering thru the narrow slits of a black mask as he stands over her, slowly, carefully untying the cords from her clit, then her left, right nipple studs.

       Her body relaxes as her breasts, still jaunting outward; gently sway toward her sides as the gold studs catch just enough light to sparkle.

       “Pardon the earlier visitor… He’s just a crude jerk… But… Also a typical Middle Eastern rich jerk.” He gently speaks in his even keeled monotone voice as he again massages her right thigh.  “He’d  been a client… A while back… Trying to be one again… Money’s no problem to him… Thinks it’ll buy anything… But I don’t particularly care to deal with him… And unless I get a submissive that deserves that fate… Well… Actually… He’s quiet the saddest!”  He continues to massage her thigh as he adds.  “He found out about you and was pissed they didn’t take you to him in the first place!… You don’t know it yet… But you’re lucky… Very lucky!… He’d a paid a lot more from the get go… His problem is he doesn’t know the line between discipline and torture… Get’s carried away… Doesn’t mind leaving scars… Physically… Mentally…. Evil… He’s just an evil human being!”

       Sliding his palm up across her pubic mound, he rests it over her quivering navel, slides his thumb in a slow circle, around, into her indented bellybutton.  “You won’t disappoint me… Force me to have to offer you to him… Will you?… Jessica?”

       “Nooooo!…. Ohh Nooooo!… God… Please Sir!”  Lying there naked, bound, babbling, tears welling in her eyes, she finds herself begging him, somehow, to be her protector.

       “We’ll see then… We’ll see!”  He answers as he flips a wall switch, illuminating light down across the bed, reflecting over her glistening, tanned body.  “Well… It’s time to take care of your demerits for today… I figure about a baker’s dozen.”  Holding out his hands, he asks.  “Crop… Or strap?”

       Her eyes darting from one hand to the other, she sees the same crop from the day’s earlier whipping in his left hand, a wide brown leather strap, not unlike a barbershop strap, in his right.

       “Ohhh…. Ohhhh!…. The… The str…. The strap Sir!… The strap!”  She stutters as she reflexively struggles with her arm restraints behind her back while unsuccessfully trying to squeeze her legs together.  “God!… The strap!”

       “Good choice!… That’s what I thought you’d choose... Now here’s the game.”  He adds.   “Each time I work a breast… Count… After you use a word for breast…  And… It’s got to be a different word… Each time… The thing is… If you take too long… I’ll flick the strap between those thighs… Right across that clit stud!… Okay?… Ready?… Think of that visitor we just talked about… About him wanting something from me…Very badly!… You ready Jessica?… Push ‘em out!”

       “Ye… Yes sir!”  Her heart pounding, her bare chest thrusts upwards. Breasts quivering, thighs spread wide apart; she tries to brace for the inevitable. “Ready… Ready Sir!”

       “Swap…. Thwack!”  “Ohhhh… Tit…Tit sir!… One!”  She stutters as her left breast flattens, bounces.

       “Good Girl!”  He calmly exclaims.  “Swap… Thwack!”  A back hand across her right breast echoes off the walls, flattens the stud into her impaled nipple.

       “Aggh!”   Booby…. Booby… Two sir!”  She squeals as the strap leaves a wide red swath across her breast.

       “Okay… That’s two!”  He repeats.  “Swap…Thwack!”  The third slash flattens her right breast.

       “Ahhh!… Ahhh Breast…Breast…Three… Sir.”

       “Got me on that one!… I’ll give it to you though!”  He exclaims with a grin.  “Okay… That’s three… Ready?”

       “Thwack!”         The thick but subtle flat strap slams across both reddened breasts, glances away as her round globes smack together, bounce.“Gad!!!!… Oh…Ohhhh…Ahhh!………………………….”

       Not quick enough!”  He smirks as he flicks the strap underhanded.

       “Smack!”  The strap smacks between her thighs, covers her bare pubic mound, flattens her clit, leaves a bright red outline from just below her quivering belly button.

       “Aggghhhhhh!…. Ohhhh…Mel…Melons… Melon sir…  That’s four on… On my melons!… Ohhh God that hurts!”

       “It’s suppose too!… Getting harder… Huh?”  He adds with a grin as he steps a step closer beside the bed.

       “Thwack!”  Again both breasts taste the strap, both nipple studs pressing into her flattened areolas.

       “Aggghhhhhh!… Ohhh!…. Jug…Jugs Sir…Jugs…That’s five!”

       “Good… You’re right!… They’re big enough to be jugs!… Okay!… Five on the jugs!”  He mimicks her with a smile.

       “Swish… Thwaaaccck!”  Another backhand lands across both breasts, the sound of the damp leather slashing across the rapidly beading sweat on her bare breasts again echoes in the room.

       “Agghhhh!… Oh God!”  Glancing down she watches her flattened breasts sway, bounce, stand up, glistening, bruising.  She sees his arm lowering the strap toward her thighs.  She rapidly thinks while stuttering.  “That’s eh… eh… My rack!… Six across my rack… Sir!…Please… Please… Okay?”

       Again he smiles, relaxes his arm, lowers the strap.  “Good… Good job… We’re already halfway home… Want to rest a moment?… You earned it!… Give you more time to think of some more names for that rack!”  Tilting his head down toward hers, he whispers, almost proudly, as he slips the crop into his left hand, slides his right hand, palm down, across her glistening pubic mound, toward her spread open slit.

       “Ye… Ye… Yes… Please Sir!… Please!”  She moans as she feels his fingers gliding down between her thighs, a fingertip flicking across the clit stud; stroke gently back and forth between her wet labia lips.  “Ohh… Please… Yes please!”  She moans as she feels her thighs twitch.

       “Okay… How ‘bout this.”  He adds as he continues to manipulate her quivering clit.  A couple lashes across your pussy… To warm it up… Then I give you a good fucking?…  Or… We can continue with the game?… Your choice.”

       “Huh?… Ohhh… Ye… Yes!!…Yeesss!!!”  Feeling her clit swelling, throbbing under his fingertip, she whimpers, moans, and bites her lip.

       Closing her eyes she feels the tip of another finger sliding inside her wet vagina walls, her thighs quivering, the stirring inside her stomach, womb, that raw basic instinct, she finds her body pushing up, breasts swaying, wanting to be satisfied, finally. “Fuck me!… Whip me!!!… Then fuck me!!!… Please. Sir!… Now… Now… Now!!!”  She grunts as she feels his hand sliding away.

       “Thwack!!!… Thwack!!!”  The strap slaps across her pubic mound, back and forth, almost gentle.

       “Noooo.”  She grunts as she forces her hips upwards.  “God No!… Harder….Harder Sir!!!… My tits too!… My… My rack too!”  She adds as she thrusts her chest upwards, her breasts spreading, swaying.  “Then… Then fuck me… Make me cum!!!… Please!”

       Thwack!!!… Whack!!!… Thwack!… Whack!!!… Thwack!!… Thwack!!!… Thwack!!!”  Back and forth, up and down, left breast, right breast, thighs, vagina, breast, vagina, and vagina again, the strap slams across her drenched bare flesh.

       “Ummphh… Agghhhh!…. Yeeeeeesssssss!!… Yesssssssssss!!… Oh God Yeeeessssss!!!”  Her grunts, moans, squeals, echo across the room.

       Her naked body uncontrollably jerks, shakes, quivers, rips at the ropes, shackles, bounces on the mattress as each lashing leaves an instant, bright red welt, the diameter of the strap.  Her head rears back, her eyes rolling, hazing, squinting as she wheezes, and grunts with each powerful lashing.

       Sweating himself, he watches her naked, sweat drenched body gyrate under him as the flailing leather flicks moisture across the bed, floor, and walls.  The light glares down across them both, his muscles rippling, his thick, swollen shaft swaying between his thighs as her muscles, tendons, ligaments seem to compete with his as her naked body arches, flexes, her hollowed stomach rippling under her straining ribcage, her melon sized breasts bouncing, jaunting outward to accept the flat strap.

       Tossing the strap across the floor he climbs, jumps across her spread thighs, falls on her naked body, grabs her braided hair, and jerks her face toward his.  Her eyes, glazed, wide open, her mouth, lips parted, sweat, beads of sweat, crisscrossing down her forehead, cheeks, as she struggles to breath, forces her lips against his, slides her tongue into his throat.  Sliding his hips between hers, in a single thrust he rams all nine full, thick inches completely between her thighs, into her wet, gapping slit, grinding across her clit stud, stretching her clit across his shaft into her slit.  As the base of his shaft lifts her pubic mound upwards against his torso, she feels the spasms in her womb.

She can’t breathe; his mouth’s clamped down onto her tongue.  His muscular body smashes down across her arched naked body, her breasts flattened under his chest, her impaled nipples scratching across his pecs.  The pressure inside her stretched vagina walls adds to the uncontrollable spasms in her womb as the swollen head of his shaft presses ever deeper, consuming, and ramming.  Her mind whirls.

       “Oh God!!!… Oh God!!!… Oh GOD!!!… OH GOD!!!!”  She grunts with each thrust.

       As he pounds into her, he hears her ranting.  He can’t help chuckling to himself… He thinks with amusement… She must be catholic!

       Momentarily stopping, he remains motionless on her panting, quivering body.  Their sweat mixes, runs in streams off their bare flesh, onto the mattress.  Her head spins, she reflexively jerks in her bindings under him.  She feels the eruption ready to burst inside her.  She feels herself just on the verge… And he’s stopped!… She tries to arch, buck, anything. Shoving her breasts against his chest, clinching her thighs as tightly as her restraints allow, flexing her vagina walls around his already monstrous shaft impaling her, she struggles to cum.

       Lying across her, he feels her frustration, her body trembling, her eratic breathing.  He feels her trying to move, pump, and press against him.  He still waits, for just a couple more moments.  Then, he rears back, slowly.  His shaft slides backward, four, five, six inches.  Her hips rise, barely in their restraints, trying to keep contact.  She grunts as her tongues still in his mouth.  She feels his lips part, she breaths, just barely, just as she feels him pushing forward, hard, fast, and deep.  His cock slams completely in, his pubic mound grinding against hers.

       “Uuuumphhh!… Gaaaaadddddd!!!!”  Her breath explodes from her lungs as his body slams across hers.  Her breasts flatten against his chest as his shaft barrows deeper inside her.  Again he quickly lifts up; again he slams downward, again and again, each time unbelievably deeper then before.  Harder, faster, he strokes, lifts, falls on her sweat drenched body.  His shaft seems to swell even thicker with each stroke as he rises up far enough each time that he can feel her puffy labia lips gripping the twitching head of his pulsing shaft.

       Her entire body shakes, her eyes roll upward, her toes curl, her fingernails dig into her palms, she feels the eruption from deep inside her womb as she forces, thrusts her breasts even higher, against his chest.  She feels the explosion thru out her vagina walls, just as his thick, hard shaft pulses, swells, his cum exploding inside her as both their bodies, jerk, twist, buck.        

       Again he lies still, breathing heavy, on her soaked, naked flesh.  Her hips still twitch, her entire body quivering under his weight.  Her breasts flattened under his chest, a trickle of blood oozing from a nipple stud drips down her ribcage, onto the soaked mattress.  Their bodily fluids mix, ooze from between their wet, sticky thighs, also onto the mattress as he slides off, rolls over, off the drenched bed.

       Standing, leaning over her, he lifts her face toward his by her matted braid of hair, kisses her firmly across the lips, and stares into her hazed, blank eyes.

       “Tomorrow.”  He softly addresses her as he reaches up, un-cuffs her wrists from behind her neck, fastens them to the front of the collar, chains the collar to the headboard.  “Tomorrow you’ll be punished for cumming without my permission…. Understand?”

       “Eh?…. Huh?”  She answers as she feels him untying her ankles, allowing her thighs to somewhat close together.   “Oh Yes… Yes Sir.”  She mutters back, almost silently, not really caring, as she still feels the rumbling subsiding deep inside her, and realizing she just had her most incredible orgasm ever.

End Part three                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     

JESSICA’S ABDUCTION

Chapter Four

       The morning light shinning in thru the dark, drawn drapes reflects off the mirror on the far wall, spreads across the bed.  Jessica squirms, turns on her side, the chain rattles, jerks between the headboard and her neck collar, awakens her.

       Naked, her braided hair matted, she feels the soiled sheets clinging to her bare flesh.  Twisting over onto her back she glances down across her chest, stomach, thighs, inspects the remnants of the past twenty four hours.

       The welts, bruises aren’t nearly as visible as she would have expected.  Her left nipple aches, its stud smeared with the stain of her blood.  Sliding her fingers across her other nipple then down across her clit, both are tender but those studs’ aren’t really that painful.  She glances quickly around, her heart seems to skip a beat as she realizes this is the first time she’s actually touched them.  Her indoctrination is having its effect; she remembers she’s forbidden to touch herself!

       The bedroom door opens, two young women, dressed identical in short white smocks, one with tied back, brown hair, the other with tied back, auburn, enter, walk toward the bed.  Setting upright, Jessica reflexively flicks the edge of the sheet across her legs, waist, tugging it upwards till it stretches just below her breasts.  She quickly realizes they’re the one’s who bathed, prepared her yesterday.  The brown haired women reaches toward the headboard, unlocks the chain, the other grips Jessica’s right hand, slides the rumpled sheet from it, continues to hold her hand.

       “What… What you doing?”  Jessica blurts as she glances from one to the other, even as she realizes she sounds almost foolish.

       The brown haired woman pulls, tugs sharply at the chain, jerking Jessica’s neck, leans toward her.

       Staring straight into her eyes, for the first time, Jessica hears her voice.

       “Master has instructed you… I know it… We know it.”  She states matter of factly as she also nods toward her assistant.  “That’s a demerit… You’re first for the day… Speak again and you’ll get another one… They add up quickly.”

       Turning, tugging  the chain, she practically pulls Jessica from the bed, forces her to stand, as the other woman reaches around, grabs Jessica’s left wrist, twists both hands up from behind, quickly shackles them to the collar.

       “Ouch! Ahhh!”  Jessica grunts, her breasts thrusting outward, swaying, the gold studs jiggling from her already puckering nipples. “That hurts!”

       “That’s also two!… Want to keep counting?… Open that mouth again!”  The woman, again in a calm, almost unconcerned manner states as she steps toward the door, stretches the chain.

       Sensing a hand sliding across the small of her back, a finger sliding between the crack of her butt cheeks, the tip pressing against the rim of her anus, Jessica jerks, tiptoes, turns her head to see the auburn haired woman giving her an evil smirk.  Again the chain tugs at her collar as she practically stumbles thru the doorway.

       He sits in the swiveling chair behind his desk, again dressed in all black, in his special room, watching the monitors on the wall.  Every action is covered live, videotaped as it plays across the screens.  Cameras cover everything, everywhere in the chateau, several to a room.  He’s been watching Jessica since well before he remoted the curtain to slightly part, just enough to allow in the morning sunshine.  He enjoyed the close-ups of her laying there naked, sleeping on the rumpled covers, sheets they’d had their heated sex on the night before.  He especially enjoyed the moment she realized she was caressing herself, her startled look was priceless.  She will pay the price for that.

       Glancing at another monitor he irritatingly flicks them all off, his annoying client has arrived, and is already being escorted from the foyer.  When he left yesterday he hoped he wouldn’t be bothered by him again, then decided to solve the problem once and for all.  After his final session with Jessica last night he contacted him and invited him back to discuss his purchase of her.

       The door opens; the miscreant enters alone, the door shutting behind him.

       “Money talks… Huh… You Americans!”  He scoffs as he walks in, sets in a chair across from the desk.  Smiling that disgusting grin, he leans back in the chair while feeling the firm handles.

       “I thought about it.”  The man in black states.   “Made the decision…But… Tell me… I’m curious… What happens when you tire of her?… I get to purchase her back if I want?”

       “Ha… You probably wouldn’t want that bitch back when I’m done with her!… I figure a few months… Maybe even a year, as good as she looks now… Then she won’t even make a good fuck-whore!”

       “What… The old skewers… Branding irons… Body Mutilations?  The man in black asks, in his typical monotone, even keeled voice as he stares him straight in the eyes without an ounce of emotion.

       “Hey… Like I said… It’s great to have money!”  The Far Easterner smirks.  “I can throw it around anyway I want… And between you and me… There’s nothing like taking an American cunt… An especially beautiful American slut like her and doing everything imaginable to her… Then some!… Hell… I’ll make my money back many times over… Then buy another one… Hah… Maybe from you even… Mr. American who also likes to make lots of money!”

       Flicking the monitors back on, he points at the screen with one hand while motioning him to lean closer with the other.  “See that… They’re giving her a bath as we speak.”

       Leaning over the desk, the man’s eyes widen.  “Yes.. Yes… You’re just trying to raise the price on me… Aren’t you… You dirty dog!  He grins, smirks as he glances even closer at the site of the two women, now also naked, in the process of sponging Jessica’s breasts and thighs with thick soapy sponges as she stands with her wrists behind her neck under duel shower heads spewing out steaming sprays of water in an oversized shower stall.  “Yes… Oh yes…  Mr. American entrepreneur who sells women to men like me!… Those titties will make great trophies for my private collection when I’m done with the rest of her!… Hee!… Hee!… Hee!… Then… I promise… Then maybe I sell her back to you … Cheap… Real cheap!… How you like that?”

Standing and stepping around the desk to beside the chair, the man in black taps him on the shoulder.  “Stand up!”

       “Wha… What?… Dramatics?… What’s the matter?”  He scolds as he stands, turns..  “Can’t take the truth?”  I heard you don’t like your women to be mistreated!... Hah!… Your problem is you’re soft!… You know me… Who I am…You’re not an American tough guy!… Be careful… Or maybe I take the bitch from you for nothing!”

       “Look down at the floor… Look around the room… What do you see?  Really… Look real close… What do you see?

       “What’s this… A game.”  He answers, again with disdain.  “Let’s see… Okay … I see the monitors…Those girls with big titties… Maybe I take them all when we’re done!”  He smirks.

       “Forget the monitors!… What do you see?”  Again the same monotone voice, like talking to a child.

       “Okay…This game’s getting boring… I see the chairs… The table… Why?  He answers.  “So what?…I’m looking down, okay?  Agggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!… Aggghhhhhh!!!”   Guttural screams echo off the concrete walls, ceiling, the floor as he goes numb from his neck down, his body limp in the man in black’s muscular arms.

       “So what?… So what????”  The man in black standing behind him, hanging on in a chock hold continues.  “Did you think I’d really sell her to you… You sorry Bastard!… I’m snapping your neck… You piece of shit!… That’s so what!… “Thud!”  Then, silence.

       The man in black takes a step back, wipes his hands on his silk shirt, glances at the monitor where Jessica’s just beginning to be rinsed off.

       He smiles, steps around the table, walks toward the monitor, disregards the man slumping on the floor, unconscious.  Watching the auburn haired submissive smoothing the shaving cream across Jessica’s pubic area, swirling, massaging, caressing the glistening flesh while the other submissive pours body lotion across those firm breasts, squeeze, meld, manipulating both thrust out, ripe melons, he feels the stirring deep inside.

       He’s irritated as he glances back toward the slumped man, he’ll have to wait to begin Jessica’s session for awhile.  He really wants to revive this asshole, put him through a little of what the bastard likes to do to women, then finish him off!  Damn!

       Stepping back around the unconscious man, he stands above him, beside the desk looking down at the unconscious face.  “Damn!”  He calmly blurts to no one in particular.  “Damn!”  He again glances at the monitor, at Jessica being toweled.  He reaches down, cuffs both the man’s ears in his palms.  Looking down toward him, he presses his hands together, looks again at the monitor, thinks of climbing on her again tonight, feeling her incredible body pressing against his, feeling his cock sliding in her warm, moist glove tight slit.  Kissing her, caressing her, making love to her.  “Damn!“  He grips the man’s head, tugs it up toward his waist, twists, jerks, to the left.

       “Crack!”  That familiar sound of a neck snapping.  “Damn!”  Again almost a whisper from the man in black.  The breathing stops, no more pulsing heart as the man slumps across the floor.  Looking back up at the monitor, Jessica’s being led naked, back to her bedroom, he feels his shaft already getting hard.  Damn she looks hot, he thinks to himself as he steps over the body.        

End Part Four

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  

JESSICA’S ABDUCTION

Chapter Five

       Tapping the button on the wall to the left of the row of monitors, he glances back toward the limp body as the door slides open to the concealed lavatory.

       Again glancing toward the monitors, he observes Jessica being led toward her bedroom, by the submissives.  Glancing toward the next monitor, he recognizes Hill, his chief of security, transfixed, watching the security monitors at the desk in the foyer, obviously focused on Jessica being led down the hallway.  He smiles.

       Turning from the monitors, flipping another switch on the wall he speaks into the intercom.  “Hill!… Hill you there?”  He asks in an almost jovial tone.  Watching the monitor he notices Hill remaining engrossed with his monitors. “Hill… Damn it… I know you’re there!”  He grins, adds.  “I’m  looking right at you…  You asshole!… Get up here… I need you to take some trash out for me.”

       With a grin, he strips, steps into the oversized shower stall, flips the handle all the way to the left.  Four streams of steaming water converge down from the showerheads encircling him.  Closing his eyes, tilting his head back, he softly hums to the tune of the theme song to “M.A.S.H.” letting the water sooth his bare flesh as the water descending down the shower drain.

       A few brief minutes, he hears the door opening, closing in his office.  Stepping from the shower, grabbing a couple towels, flipping the shower handle, he steps back into the office as the jets of water quickly become a trickle.

       “Hill… You know you’re going to go blind watching that shit on those monitors!… Don’t you!”  He jokes as he glances, nods toward the screen, at Jessica’s being positioned on her knees, on the bed in her room, by the submissives.   “She’s hot huh?”  He jokes as he wipes his arms, chest with the towels.

       “Yeh!……. Wha!!… What the fuck!!”  Hill’s grin suddenly turns to a kind of shock as he sees the dead guy  “Jesus H Christ boss!… What the…!”

       “Oh… Oh… That?… That’s the fucking garbage.”  He intervenes.  “Do me a favor… Okay?”  “You know I’d clean it up myself.”  Continuing to quickly dry himself off, he adds.  “ But… Shit… You’ve been watching Jessica on the monitors… Look at her… All naked and shit!”  He adds with a grin, seeming oblivious to the carnage he’s left while Hill stares wide eyed at the obvious corpse.  “Well… Fuck… Hill… I’ve been watching her too… And Damn it to Hell… I’ve got this hard on!”  Raising his hands, spreading his arms apart, looking down toward his crotch he adds.  “I really need to pay her a visit!… You know… Like… Right now!”

       Glancing back and forth, appearing somewhat dumbfounded, Hill stutters.  “Ye… Yeh… Okay… I… I mean!”  Slowly shaking his head, he adds.  “I mean… Fuck!… He was only up here a couple minutes!… Wha…The”

       “Yeh… I know!”  Again he butts in, shaking his head.  “Pissed me off!… But shit… He did last night too… You know… And Damn it!… I let that slide!… What the fuck’d he expect?… Huh?”

       “Well… Yeh… Right boss… I mean… That’s cool!… You’re right… I mean… As usual!”  Hill stammers as he still stares toward the limp body on the floor.  Seeing the man’s head twisted practically backwards, he adds.  “I… I meant…He… He’s pretty fucked up for only being here a cou… A few minutes!… You know?”

       “Yeh!”  He answers almost sheepishly.  “Sorry to leave you this mess… You Okay with it?”  Again a kind of grin on his face.  “I’d really like to go… Give her a quick discipline session… Before I fuck her… Now!… You know what I mean? … And… And tell you what… I only need one of those other two girls later… You can have the other one for the rest of the night when you’re done here!… How’s that?… That Okay?

       Still glancing back and forth, Hill slowly shakes his head up and down, just a hint of a slight grin himself, answers.  “Yeh… Okay… I mean… For… For the whole shift?… Damn!… Sure!… Thanks!… Sure… You know I’ll… I’ll…  Handle this here boss!”

       Tossing the towels toward Hill, he turns, starts for the door, stops, picks up a slim, black leather eye mask on the shelf by the monitors, starts adjusting it over his face, adds.  “Ohh…Use the incinerator… You know… The clothes…  Him…You know… Everything there… And… Hell, you know what to do… Okay?”

       “Yeh!… Yeh boss… I’ll handle it.”  Hill answers, still shaking his head as he looks toward the monitor.  Okay?… Okay!… Go on… I’ll get with you later!”

       “That’s my man!  He answers, again in a jovial tone as he steps out the doorway, turns.  “And… by the way… The monitors will be off in the bedroom… Don’t want you going altogether blind!”

       Shutting the door, he heads toward the stairway, the private stairway to the master suites.  He feels his erection swaying as he climbs the stairs, approaches the door to Jessica’s bedroom.

       Standing there, totally naked, back to the wall, next to the door, in her trained stance, is his auburn haired submissive, Amy.

       “Give me ten minutes… Then enter!” He nonchalantly orders.  “Understand?”

       “Yes Sir.”  She instantly answers, still rigid against the wall.                        Hesitating momentarily, taking a breath, he turns the knob, slips the door open, glances toward his submissive, grins, nods, and enters, shutting the door behind him.

       Turning toward the oversized bed, he sees Jessica kneeling on the clean, fresh bedding, facing away, close to the window. A bright light illuminates down off the ceiling, directly above her, casting shadows of her outstretched form across the mattress beneath her.

       Again he hesitates, just observes, for the moment, soaks in the delicious view.  Her glistening body’s arched, spreadeagled, her knees spread on the bed so wide, the gapping, puffy folds of her labia lips practically scrape the sheets.  Fingers interlocked behind her neck, wrists cuffed to the collar under her freshly woven braid of hair, her elbows spread, in what must be a painful position for her, apart and back.  Her firm globes sway toward her sides, large enough that the rounded, outer curves peek out from either side of her straining back.  His erection just got harder.

       Stepping around the foot of the bed, he catches a glimpse of her silhouette from the side.  Her butt pushed back, her flat stomach hallowed, her incredible breasts thrust out so firmly that the glistening gold studs in her nipples point upward.  He thinks to himself, her serpentine posture’s not only erotic, but exotic as well.

       Staring straight ahead, a tear drips down off her chin, mixing with salvia drooling from the corners of her lips, collects between those fantastic melons.  Black chocker-collar raises from her breastbone to the bottom of her chin, with a short black riding crop planted horizontally, firmly between her teeth.  Her ruby red lips are clamped tightly down across the leather handle quivering in her mouth as her arched body ever so noticeably spasms, glistens, already perspiring from the light shinning in from the still morning sunlight, mixed with the hot incandescent rays from the ceiling fixture illuminating the entire bed.  Remaining stationary, she humiliatingly stares out the window, as she’d been instructed, not to move a muscle from this position, to await his arrival.

       Glancing out the large, multi pane garden window, he notices the grounds caretaker and a couple of his helpers on the lawn, huddled together just far enough away to be able to get an unobstructed view into the room.  Obviously Jessica’s been a pleasant distraction for them, completely sprawled out for them, naked, unflinching, starring back.

       Seeing his outline, they quickly turn; appear to get back to their work.  He smiles, closing the drapes behind him.  Turning, he faces her directly, looks her straight into her big brown, beautiful eyes, the tears streaking down her cheeks, her face reddening, blushing.  Her eyes instantly lower, her chin remaining straight out, up from the chocker-collar.  Still smiling, he turns and peeks once again between the curtains, the caretaker nods, smiles back, showing his appreciation.

       Considering himself generous, he enjoys giving some of the help a pleasant bonus now and then as he turns back, glances downward between Jessica’s spread thighs.   He can’t help observing her stuffed vagina, the yellowish, rolled script of parchment, it’s diameter, roughly of a good cigar’s neatly tucked well up into her spread slit, barely an inch or so exposed, spreading apart from her gapping cuntlips.

       “What’s this Jessica?”  A love note for me?… Or has Bill Clinton been here?!!”  He sarcastically asks with a wry grin while stepping in front of her, reaching down between her thighs, toward the paper.

       Her face still flushing, she feels its warmth, the humiliation.  She instinctively shivers, trembles as his finger, thumb, ever so gently, scrape across the clit stud, softly, carefully, slowly drags the parchment from between her moist flesh.  Her hips twitch, as the rolled paper, no longer crisp, but now with a damp texture’s dragged outward as it unravels.  She’s certain she can feel the walls of her vaginal canal reverberating, her clit quivering.  The crop between her clenched teeth jiggles, sways, its tip brushing against the gold stud in her right nipple.

       Sliding out three, four, finally a good five inches, the damp roll of paper spreads apart as it finally slips from between her stretched cuntlips.  Again he smiles as he watches her body give a tingling little shiver as the clit ring seems to pucker up between her glistening flesh.

       Unrolling the paper, he already knows its meaning.  Smiling, he reads the short message inscribed on it, hand written.  He looks at Jessica, shakes his head slowly back and forth. “Demerits… This morning?… Already?”  He nods.  “Shame on you!… Someone wants you disciplined!”

       Reaching toward her chin, he slips the crop from between her aching jaws, slides the end of the rolled paper back and forth, across her trembling lips.  “Tell you what!… Chew it… Swallow it… All of it… And I might not punish these tits!… Your pussy either!… Hell… I might reward you with a pleasant surprise!”  He states, in his obvious monotone voice, knowing he’s going to be fucking her soon. “Here!… take it.”

       “Oh!… Yes!…… Yes Sir!!”  She unhesitatingly answers, sounding almost thankful.

       Parting her lips, feeling the sticky parchment pressing against, sliding across her tongue, scrapping the roof of her mouth, she tastes what she realizes is the bitter sweet juices of her moist vagina.  She finally realizes this is what had been slid up her slit after she was positioned on the bed.  Chewing, sucking, gripping the paper between her teeth, strangely, she begins to feel a sense of excitement.

       Stepping back a step, he stands in front of her, watches, silently on the outside, excited like a rutting high school kid on the inside.  The crop lowers, sways in his right hand.  Sliding its tip upward, across her spread labia lips, flicking their folds gently back and forth, he catches a glimpse of the flickering gleam of her clit stud.  Resting his left hand across the upper, outer curve of her right breast, his fingers meld, caresses her soft flesh as his thumb softly, gently flicks that gold stud in her shriveling nipple.

       Her eyes, becoming hazed, cloudy, drift downward, catches his massive manhood, seeming to harden, swell, even as she watches.  Saliva spews from the corners of her lips, drips off her chin, streaks across her swaying breasts as she chews, swallows.  She feels her other nipple tingling from his touch, then the edge of the crop parting her gap, brushing across the stud penetrating her clit.  Her vagina, warm, already wet, pulses with each flicker of the crop, her body quivers.  She wants to thrust her hips outward, feel the crop, something slide deeper into her quivering hole.

       She realizes she also can’t take her eyes away from his crotch, that big, massive, thick cock, swaying, almost standing upright.  Her heart pounds harder, her breathing deeper.  Her emotions, are they of fear, fright, or what?… Or, of that huge shaft engulfing her again?…  Or, could it possibly be anxiety, of it not engulfing her again?  She senses that burning, churning feeling returning in her groin, womb.  She swallows the last of the parchment.

       She senses his free hand gliding upward, off her nipple, caressingly back and forth across the upper curves of her breasts, between the hallow of her breasts, just below the chocker, slowly, softly, like feathers.  She finds herself spreading her flexing thighs even wider on the bed, her vagina pressing, quivering against the mattress, scraping across the firm leather tip of the riding crop.  Quietly moaning, bowing her back, arching her shoulders, spreading her elbows, she raises her yearning breasts outward, higher, toward his hand, the gold studs gleaming off the tips of her thick, swollen nipples.

       She presses her buttocks downward, bouncing, grinding the clit stud back and forth across the stiff crop.  Her abs ripple, her navel flexes above her shaking thighs.  Almost teasingly she licks her wet, parted lips with the tip of her tongue, back and forth, grunts, casts a quick glance upward thru her glazing eyes, almost defiantly, daring to glance into his eyes as she moans, whimpers.

       Starring thru his mask, he struggles to keep a stern expression on his face.  He resists the urge to jam his cock between her thighs, down her throat, between her spread butt cheeks.  He waits, letting her put on her seductive performance, knowing his other submissive is about to enter.

End Part Five                                                                        

JESSICA’S ABDUCTION… Part six

       The bedroom door quietly opens, the submissive enters.   Stepping toward the bed, she stops at its edge, faces him from across the mattress, from Jessica’s backside.  He glances across the mattress, nods.

       Jessica, oblivious to the other woman, continues to boarder on frustration as she can’t control her raw emotions, her seemingly animalistic sexual desire, rutting the bed, forcing her breasts into his hand as she feels as if her body’s betraying her.

       Directing his attention toward Jessica, staring directly into her eyes, he softly speaks.  “Jessica… I told you I had a reward for you… I wouldn’t punish these tits… This ass!… I’m not.”  He smiles, adds as he motions the submissive around the bed.  “She is!… Amy is!… During this session you will address her as Mistress…. Understand?”

       Having jerked to a stop, freezing on the bed, Jessica’s obviously startled, as out of the corner of her eye, she sees the submissive step around, completely naked herself, approach him, raise her right hand outward to receive the crop as he slides it up off the bed.

       “A new game  today… Jessica… First… I’m going to let her whip your titties for awhile.”  He instructs in his familiar tone.  “To warm you up…  Then you’ll beg her to let you eat her pussy while she whips yours, until she climaxes…  “The goal.”  He adds.  “Is to get her off before your pussy’s to swollen and raw for me to force my cock in… Understand?… Because if that happens… I‘ll just have to let her use the crop’s handle in that tight little asshole instead!”

       Wide eyed, glancing at Amy’s attractive, but just as sinister, face smiling, smirking back toward her, crop in one hand, smacking it against the palm of her other, Jessica’s chest pounds.  Her sexual desires have suddenly evaporated back into a deep sense of fear, dread.  She audibly whimpers, tears welling in her pleading eyes as she glances back toward his expressionless face.

       “Now… Maintain that position… Keep those tits pushed out… Or… You’ll find the consequences are ugly.” He admonishes as he steps toward the foot of the bed to savor the exhibition.

       “Let’s start!… Okay… Jessica… You may ask Mistress to begin whipping your titties…. Across your bare nipples… Hard… With the crop… Word for word… And exactly as I just stated!… Understand?”

       “Oh… Yeh… Yes Sir.”  She stutters as she glances again toward him, pleadingly, frightened, her body trembling.

       “Then do it… Now!”  He scolds. “Now… Let’s go!”

       “Oh… Yes…. Okay!… Okay!”  She stammers, turns her eyes back toward the woman hovering over her.  “Please… Please whip my titties…. Across my nipples.”  She moans, trying to think of what to say next, staring directly into those cold, bluish-gray eyes set below the severely tied back, auburn hair.  A tear streaking off her cheek, she arches her chest outward, forces her shoulders back, adds.  “Across my bare nipples… With… With that crop… Ohhh… Hard… With that crop!… Mistress… Please!”  She adds from her scrambled memory.

       “Swish… Thwack!!”  Springing into action, the woman backhands the crop, her own firm breasts swayin wit, her torso twisting thru the swing.  The willowy leather flexes, practically whistles thru the air, the first couple inches of its pointed tip snaps across the very bud of Jessica’s right nipple.

       “Aggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”  Jessica’s body contorts, her spread thighs jerk, a spurt of yellowish urine splashes across the bed sheet as her thrust out breasts slam together, bounce, a speck of blood flicking off the tip of the crop.  “Ohhh God!!!!…. Goddd!!!!  She blurts, almost gagging, chocking as she feels the nipple stud burying itself into her burning areola.

       “Swish… Thwack!!!”  A forehand instantly rips across Jessica’s right nipple, stretching her breast sideways as the studs tugged, jerked, entangled with the tip of the flexing crop.

       “Aaaaaaggggggghhhhhhhhh!!!!… Aaaaagggghhhhhhhhh!!!”  Blood curdling screams echo thru the room as Jessica slams backward onto the mattress, her knees buckling, ankles out toward her sides.

       Her contorting body, covered in perspiration, spasms as specks of blood spurt from her ravaged nipple, spraying across her flexing, hallowed stomach, ribcage.  Her tear drenched face twists, her brown eyes, glazing over, pleadingly gazes toward him.

       Amy smirks, her eyes narrowing, her naked, athletic body already glistening as she rapidly prepares for another assault on Jessica’s bare, quivering body even as she’s sprawled on her back.  Stepping forward, thigh muscles, arm muscles rippling.  “Swish!!!”  Overhand, much like swatting a fly, the whip curls downward, perfectly centered between her sweat drenched thighs!  “Thwack!”  The tip of the crop embeds itself across her pubic mound, the shaft disappearing inside the puffy labia lips engulfing the leather as it strikes the gold clit stud, dead center!

       “Ggggggggaaaaaaaadddddddddddd!!!!  Bouncing, rocking, swaying, Jessica’s naked body gyrates, bucks across the mattress, legs reflexively crossing, pressing together.  She twists, rolls completely over, her body slamming against the headboard, flattening her breasts against the wooden surface, her fingers flexing, digging into the palms of her shackled hands behind her neck.

       He stares, almost transfixed at the brutality of the rapid blows.  Their surprising severity has startled even him.  Collecting him self, he glares toward Amy, catches her glance as Jessica, on her side, shakes, practically convulsing on the soaked mattress.  Amy’s eyes immediately change expression as his look sends a chill up her spine.  Her raised right arm stops, her hand slowly lowers with the whip.

       “Enough!”  He states, in a low, very low, deliberate voice.  Holding out his right hand, he restrains himself.  “Enough… Hand me that Amy… Hands behind your head… What the Hell’s the matter with you?!!”… Open wide.”  He scolds, grabbing, sliding the crop horizontally toward her mouth.  “Hold it there… To the chamber!.”  He sinisterly adds while staring directly into the submissive’s widening eyes as he forces the crop between her lips.  “Follow me!”

       Instantly obeying, lowering her eyes, her body seems to shrink as she takes a couple of slow steps behind him.  Clamping firmly onto the crop, she steps thru the door as he opens it.  Fingers locked behind her neck, breasts swaying, crop tightly clinched between her teeth, she briskly trots down the hall, her firm body glistening under the ceiling lights.

Shutting the door, stepping beside the bed, he sits, slides the palm of his hand across Jessica’s still fluttering stomach while rolling her onto her back.  Her face, turned toward the headboard, is hidden from his sight as he leans closer, toward her ravaged breasts.   Touching the gold studs, one at a time on her quivering, oozing nipples, his emotions are mixed, somewhat foreign to him as he listens to her whimpers.  He feels an actual sense of what must be considered sympathy, a reaction he’s practically unaccustomed to.

       Continuing his inspection, he spreads her sweating, twitching legs apart.  He’s relived.  Luckily, as painful as those blows were to her, it appears the physical damage to her flesh is relatively minimal.  From experience he knows that in a few days and she’ll be fine.

       So much for that stupid ass emotion he just had, he thinks to himself.  Sliding his hand slowly back and forth across her twitching hip, he debates if he still wants to fuck her now.  Just the idea of having to think about it is irritating.  His thoughts center on Amy.

       That submissive will have to pay the price for fucking up this session.  The thoughts flash thru his mind just how she’s going to be punished for this shit.  After all, this was to be more psychological then physical… A good whipping, spanking, sex…. Damn, no cuts, scars, permanent damage, nothing brutal.  It’s irritating to have to worry about ruining, even damaging a body as perfect as this.  After all, the repairs can be expensive, especially with the type doctors it’s necessary to deal with.

       Standing, he grabs the end of the chain connected to the head board, secures it to her chocker collar. Leaning over her side, he kisses her across a tear streaking off her cheek, turns, flicks off the light, walks thru the door toward the chamber.

       Jessica, tears still building in her swollen eyes, tries to glance down toward her pulsing breasts.  The collar presses against her chin as her eyes squint, stare down over the black leather’s edge.  She can barely catch a glimpse of her burning nipples as the silhouette of her swaying breasts poke up in sight as she painfully thrusts them upward.  The nipple studs are practically concealed as they’re covered in the quickly crusting mixture of blood and sweat smearing her chest.  Tilting her head back onto the pillow, she realizes it’s useless to try to catch a peek of her battered clit with the collar forcing her head up.  Judging from the pain, she can only imagine it couldn’t be in any better shape then her nipples.

End Part Six.