Tuesday, February 2, 2010

The Humiliation of Jennifer

By Rouge

Jennifer was an attractive girl. She was 5’ 3" and weighed about 110 pounds. She was admiring her naked body in the mirror of her room. She had a reasonably shapely body for a 17 year old girl. Her brunette hair hung down to her shoulders. Her breasts were good sized, about a c cup. She didn’t like her legs; she felt they were a little to short. She felt her greatest asset was her ass. She turned to look at it. It was well rounded and firm. It had kind of a heart shape to it. She turned back and looked at her pussy. She would need to trim her pubic hair. She kept it trimmed to the point that there was a small patch just above her slit. She did this so she could wear high cut bikinis without fear of pubic hair showing. Yes she decided, she had a good body.

She had a pretty face as well. She was the picture of a very sexy, cute 17 year old girl, yet she was miserable. She desperately wanted to hang out with the "Beautiful People." At least that’s what they were called behind their backs. They were the most popular kids in school. One in particular, David, was someone she would do anything for. He was the best looking guy in school. Jennifer knew that she had no way of being part of that group. They were not only the most popular, but they also came from very rich families. Her parents provided for her, but they were by no means rich. She thought she would do anything to be able to hang around these people, especially if it meant getting near David.

At school later on that day Jennifer saw Brittany. Brit as her friends called her, was recognized as the leader of the beautiful people. She was very domineering and very rich. No one questioned her when she wanted something. She also happened to be dating David. Jennifer had tried to become friends with Brit, but to no avail. She was constantly hanging around them, trying to get them to accept her. Little did she know that they had noticed her and that Brit had decided to do something about the little bitch that wouldn’t leave them alone.

Everyone was hanging around Brittany’s locker. Jennifer walked up and just stood there as if she belonged. They were talking about a party that was going to be at Brittany’s that night. Jennifer hoped that she would get some sort of acknowledgement that would allow her to attend. Out of the clear blue Brittany turned to Jennifer and asked her "do you want to come?" Jennifer was shocked. She couldn’t remember the last time Brittany actually spoke to her. Now she was being invited to a party. "Sure" she said. "What time should I be there?" Jennifer asked. "Be there around 8:00pm. Oh, by the way," Brittany said. "It’s a theme party so dress up in a toga." Jennifer said, "ok, no problem." Then the bell rang and everyone had to go to class and the group broke up. One of the girls there, a strikingly beautiful blond named Beth had a class with Jennifer and they went off together.

"Just a piece of advice," Beth offered. "I wouldn’t wear a bra or panties with the toga tonight." Jennifer was shocked. "Why?" Jennifer asked. "Because they would stand out and make you look ridiculous. The ancient Romans didn’t wear anything under their togas, so why should we. Besides, if you do you’ll get teased and may never be invited to a party again." Jennifer didn’t know what ancient Romans wore under their togas, but she suspected they wore something. The threat of being teased and not being invited to another party was real however. She had seen how this group had unmercifully teased some poor girl just because her outfit didn’t match. They could be very cruel. She decided that she would take Beth’s advice.

Jennifer got home after school as fast as possible. She wanted to get ready. Her mom helped pick out the sheet and all the stuff to help make her look good. Jennifer had to admit that the toga did look real. She got ready and left the house. She had a bra and panties on because she didn’t think her mother would approve her going out without them. Once she was a couple of blocks away she pulled her car over. She slipped her panties off then worked on her bra. When they were off she started to head to Brittany’s for the party. She had to admit that she felt pretty sexy with no underwear on and just a sheet to cover her up. It wouldn’t take much to get her naked. She was a virgin, but the idea of being mostly naked appealed to her. She had masturbated and let guys feel her up, so she wasn’t completely naive. If things worked out, maybe she could get naked with David. She would be more than happy to give him her virginity.

She got to the party right on time. She started to mingle around with everyone. For the first time that she could remember, they were actually talking to her. She noticed that none of the girls appeared to be wearing a bra. She couldn’t tell if they were wearing panties. After a little while Brittany came up to Jennifer. "We have a little initiation for all newcomers to our group," she told Jennifer. Jennifer hadn’t thought of anything like that, but she was willing to do what ever was necessary. She was having such a good time; it was like a dream come true. The dream soon turned into a nightmare. "We’re all going to go out back to the pool. Then you get to go skinny dipping, in front of everyone. Don’t get too upset, everyone has had to do it." Of course that wasn’t true, no one had been required to do that before. Jennifer was mortified. She had never been completely naked in front of anyone before. How could she be expected to get naked in front of all these people?

Brittany could read her thoughts on her face. "If you don’t want to do it that’s fine. Of course you’ll have to leave right now and stop hanging around us. We only want people around that belong. You will only belong if you do what I say when I say," Brittany said harshly. Jennifer was shaking she was so upset. If she didn’t do it her dreams would be shattered. If she did it, all of these people would see her naked. "Hurry up bitch and decide. You know you don’t belong here. You’re not one of us. If you want to be here you have to do what I say, no matter what it is or get out. Your choice." Brittany was meaner than Jennifer had ever heard her before. Brittany intimidated her. Jennifer didn’t consider herself shy, but she wasn’t aggressive either. She just stood there looking at Brittany trying to figure out what to do.

"Fine bitch, get out. If you aren’t going to obey me then leave. I don’t want your fucking ass around anyway," Brittany screamed. "N .. no," Jennifer stuttered softly. "I’ll do what you ask." Brittany lightened up. "Fine, let’s go." "Hey everyone, let’s go outside and watch this little bitch go skinny dipping." The crowd roared their approval. Jennifer just wanted to shrink away and die. How could she go along with this? Was it worth it to hang around these people? Then she saw David and he had a great big smile on his face and he was looking at her tits. It was then that Jennifer noticed that her nipples were hard. As she walked she felt moisture in her crotch. She was excited. She realized that she was sexually excited. Almost as if this is what she wanted, to be naked and humiliated in front of everyone.

She slowly followed Brittany out to the pool area. When everyone was standing around the pool Brittany turned to Jennifer. "Ok bitch, prove to us that you deserve to be here." Jennifer closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Then she reached for her belt and undid it. She threw the belt onto a lounge chair and grabbed the toga that now hung loosely on her. She quickly pulled it off and threw it on the chair with her belt. She was interested in getting this over with as quickly as possible. She now stood completely naked in front of at least twenty people. She was humiliated beyond anything she could ever have imagined. She blushed furiously. She looked at Brittany and waited for instructions. "Hands at your sides. Let everyone get a good look at you," she told Jennifer. Jennifer had put her hands in front of her pussy in an effort to claim some modesty. Jennifer resigned herself to her fate. She figured she had gone this far, she might as well go all the way. She moved her hands to her sides.

She noticed that David was again starring at her naked body. This made her feel warm all over. Somehow she had become sexually aroused by the thought of being humiliated in front of everyone, and the fact that David had an unobstructed view of her nudity just made her feel even more aroused. "Since you seem so willing, I’m going to give you a break. You’ve done a real nice job on your hair tonight; I’d hate to see it get wet so here’s the deal. If you agree to hang around the pool naked for the next half-hour, I’ll set three easy rules for you to follow and you can hang around us all the time. If you would rather go skinny dipping, that’s fine, but you’ll get no towel and you’ll have to dry off with your toga and still follow my three little rules. One way you get to put on a dry toga; the other you put on a wet toga. What’ll it be?" Brittany asked. Jennifer knew that there would be no way to explain a soaking wet sheet to her mother. "What about your parents?" asked Jennifer. "Won’t they see me naked out here?" "They’re out of town for the weekend, it’s just us." Jennifer decided. "I’ll stay dry," she announced. "Good. I thought you might. Ok, it’s 9:30 now, all you have to do is stay out her naked until 10:00," Brittany informed her.

Jennifer was very self-conscious now. People were milling about and looking at her hard. She desperately wanted to cover up, but she knew Brittany wouldn’t let her. "One more thing," Brittany said. "If anyone tries to touch you, anywhere, and I mean anywhere, you must let them. Is that understood?" The stunned teenager just starred in disbelief. How could Brittany expect her to allow that? Brittany again could see the question on Jennifer’s face. She just shrugged and said, "my party, my rules." Jennifer just lowered her head and whispered, "fine. I’ll do what you want." With that Brittany went into the house, along with most of the girls. A couple stayed outside to watch. The guy’s had known what Brittany was going to do; yet none was too sure about really feeling up this girl they hardly knew. Finally David walked up to her and grabbed her right tit. Jennifer sighed at the touch and started to shake. She was so turned on by the scene that she could smell her pussy. He rubbed and kneaded her tit. She just stood there and let him. That was the sign the rest of the guys were waiting for, and they all started to feel her up.

She had hands all over her tits, ass and pussy. She felt a couple of fingers work their way into her very wet pussy. She was getting really turned on by this whole scene. She opened her eyes and looked at the girls. They were watching the situation with interest. Jennifer felt that if it were just she and the guys, she would probably already be getting fucked. That made her happy and sad at the same time. When the 30 minutes were up, Brittany came out back and announced it to everyone. Jennifer was allowed to put her toga back on and go back inside. She was very worked up sexually, never quite getting to the point of orgasm. She desperately needed release, but had no idea how to achieve it. She would have to wait to go home and masturbate.

Brittany called Jennifer over. "Ok, here are your three simple rules. One, you may never wear a bra or panties for as long as you are part of our group. Two, you must be willing and able to prove that you are in compliance with rule number one at all times to everyone here at the party. That means you will have to expose yourself or find some other way to prove it. That also means that anyone can at anytime demand to touch you anywhere they want, no matter where you are, to further prove you are following rule number one. Finally number three, you must follow all of my orders to the letter without question or delay, no matter what that order is. For instance, if I tell you to take your shirt off in the middle of the school hallway so that we can examine your tits, you will immediately take your shirt off and stand ready to allow us to examine you. Do you think you completely understand these rules?" Jennifer was scared. She didn’t know what to do. She just knew if she didn’t agree she would no longer be able to hang out with these people. She had such a good time earlier that she wanted it to go on forever. She also had to admit to herself that for some reason, she was very turned on by being forced to strip in front of everyone, and even more turned on when she was forced to let them feel her up.

"Just one question," Jennifer said. "What happens if I don’t obey an order or am too slow to do what you ask or don’t prove I am obeying rule number one to someone’s satisfaction?" "Simple. If you refuse to follow an order, your out, and there won’t be a second chance. If you are too slow or someone doesn’t think you have done your best to prove your obedience you will be punished. And to answer your next question, punishment can be anything from being severely spanked or whipped, anywhere on your body, to being forced to participate in a gang bang with a bunch of people you don’t know. I am sure I will be forced to spank and whip you and I can promise you that your tits, ass and pussy will feel the sting of the whip. If you’re a virgin, I suggest you loose it quickly because I can guarantee you that you will be fucked a lot if you hang around us. Does that answer your questions." Jennifer just nodded her shock and amazement at what she just heard too much for her to allow her to speak.

Jennifer was sort of numb for the rest of the party. She couldn’t believe how her dream had changed so dramatically. She wondered around the party talking to people and eventually relaxed and enjoyed the party. Occasionally she would feel a hand on her ass or her tit. Several times she felt hands penetrating her pussy. She did her best to ignore them and carry on as if nothing were out of the ordinary. When the party ended and everyone was heading towards home Brittany came up to Jennifer. "I’ll be over to your house at two tomorrow afternoon. Be in the proper attire," Brittany ordered. Jennifer said, "ok," and left for home.

On the way home she thought about putting her bra and panties back on, but decided that it was late and her parents wouldn’t see her so what was the point. She got home and noticed her parents were already in bed. She went up to her room in a hurry. She was so horny she had to masturbate right away. She had unbuckled her belt and was removing the pins in her hair when she ran into her dad. She gave a start and said "hi daddy." His eye’s roved over her body intently. She looked down to see that the sheet was hanging loose again, like at the party. Most of her tits were visible and one hip was plainly in sight. It was obvious she was not wearing panties or a bra. Her father cleared his throat and said, "I was coming down to make sure it was you coming into the house. Um, by the way, aren’t you missing something?" Jennifer blushed to know her father was seeing her mostly naked and knew she wasn’t wearing underwear or a bra.

"Please don’t tell mom," she begged. "I would have looked real stupid wearing them," she offered. She realized that he had not looked her in the face. He was eyeing her body, or at least what of it he could. When Jennifer realized this she flushed anew with sexual tension. She did nothing to cover herself up. Instead she reached over to the side that was pinned together and removed the pin. This caused the toga to fall from her right side and just hang off of her left shoulder. This had the effect of completely exposing her right tit and the entire right half of her body, including most of her pussy. She was so excited by exposing herself to her father; it never dawned on her what he might do. "Please daddy, don’t tell mom," Jennifer begged again.

Her father, visibly upset by what he had seen, roughly grabbed his daughter by the elbow and forcefully walked her to her room. He threw her down on the bed and ordered her to wait for him. He stormed off. Jennifer didn’t know what had come over her and why she exposed herself to her father. He was really angry. She had never seen him that angry before. She just sat there shaking her head wondering what had gotten into her. While she was waiting for him she felt her pussy. It was soaking wet. She was becoming more and more convinced that humiliation was a turn on for her. She would soon learn that there is a price to pay sometimes for getting what you want. She would also soon learn that humiliation mixed with pain is a wonderful aphrodisiac.

Her father stormed back into her bedroom, carrying his belt. "I’ll keep quiet, but you’ll have to be punished for your conduct," he growled. Jennifer was frightened, yet excited at the same time. He told her to roll over face down on her bed. Jennifer was too scared to argue and moved to comply. Without warning he ripped the sheet from her body. She was now completely naked in front of her own father. She almost chuckled when she realized at the start of the night she hadn’t been naked in front of anyone, and now over twenty people had seen her naked, including her father. She buried her face in her pillows, not wanting to look at her dad who was looking down at her naked ass. She made sure she kept her legs closed. She didn’t think she could handle him seeing her pussy.

"You hold that position little girl while I give your ass the whipping of a life time," her dad said. And without any warning she felt the sting of his belt hitting her ass. It felt like fire in her ass. She had no idea how bad this could hurt. She had hoped that she would be able to maintain dignity during this ordeal. Now she just prayed she could survive it. Again and again the belt landed on her ass. The pain was spreading. Her whole ass felt like it was on fire. The tingle of the pain was spreading throughout her body, especially to her pussy. As her father beat her ass over and over, she could feel her pussy start to juice up. Tears were freely streaming down her cheeks and she was screaming into her pillow. Yet the whole time this was going on she could feel her pussy getting hotter and hotter.

Without realizing what she was doing, she started to spread her legs. Before long they were spread wide, giving her father a clear view of her virgin teenage pussy. This seemed to infuriate him and he hit her ass with renewed vigor. Her pussy was on fire. Her ass was practically numb. The more he beat her ass, the more excited she became. She didn’t know her pussy was spread, nor did she realize that she was lifting her ass to meet the belt as it came down. Her mind was spinning out of control. Her body was experiencing sensations she hadn’t ever felt before. All of a sudden it happened. The whole night came crashing in on her and she exploded into her most intense orgasm ever.

She saw stars and a bright light as her orgasm hit. Her whole body convulsed and shook with the force of her orgasm. She screamed for all she was worth into her pillow. Her father had no idea what was going on and was afraid he had done some real damage. He just stood there and watched his daughter go through the throws of a very powerful orgasm. When it was finally over he looked down at his naked 17 year old daughter. Her legs were still spread wide. He could see her pussy clearly and it was soaking wet and spasming. He saw her body twitch every now and again. It finally dawned on him that his daughter had an orgasm while he beat her ass. This shook him terribly. He didn’t know what to do, so he left her room and went back to his bed.

Jennifer lay there for another half-hour trying to pull herself back together. She was finally able to move and go up off of her bed. She moved over to the mirror and looked at her ass. The asset she felt was her best was all red and bruised. She gingerly tried to touch it and felt that it was hot. She could barely touch it without feeling pain. She touched her pussy and discovered she was more wet than at any other time in her young life. She wasn’t too sure what to make of everything. It was too much for her at that point. She still wasn’t thinking too clearly. Her mind was still a blur. She decided to just go to bed and try to sleep.

Jennifer woke up the next morning very sore. She moved over to her mirror and looked at her ass. The redness had mostly gone away. There were still some visible marks. She would be bruised on her ass for some time. She took a shower and threw on some sweats and went to the kitchen to get some breakfast. Her father was there drinking coffee and reading the morning paper. It was Saturday so he was off from work and she didn’t have school. "Where’s mom?" she asked. "She went shopping," he said. It was just a little too tense in the kitchen. Jennifer could tell her dad was still upset about last night. She decided that she had to do something about it, after all it was her fault.

She looked at her father and said, "I’m not upset that you whipped me last night. I deserved it," she said. Jennifer took a deep breath and committed herself to an uncertain future. "I want you to know that I love you daddy and that I would never hold it against you if you decide I need a spanking or some other punishment." As she continued, she noticed the shocked look on her father’s face. "I’ll try to be good, but if I’m not and you think I need to be punished, then I’ll do my best to cooperate with anything you decide to do as a means of punishment." He just sat there looking at her. He realized what she was saying, he just couldn’t believe he was hearing it. She had just told him in no uncertain terms that he could force her to strip and accept a whipping, or any other punishment he designed, without fear of retribution. This was indeed something to think about.

His immediate response was to acknowledge her statement and ask her how her ass was doing. He actually said ass, not butt. She said it was still a little sore, but doing ok. He said he had better see to make sure everything was healing fine. Jennifer flushed a little and said fine. She moved over to where he was sitting. She turned her back to him and lowered her sweat pants. She pushed them all the way down to her ankles and lifter her top. She wanted him to have a clear view. She spread her legs as much as the sweats would allow and stood there with her naked ass in her fathers’ face.

He tentatively reached out a hand and touched her ass. "It’s still a little hot and I can feel the ridges where the belt impacted your ass cheeks. No real damage though. You’ll heal," he said. His hand was gently moving all over her ass. Jennifer just stood there waiting for him to finish. When he did she causally pulled up her pants and made herself some breakfast. The rest of the day passed like normal. Just before two she heard a car and wondered if it was her mom or Brittany. She looked out the window. It was Brittany.

Jennifer went downstairs to let Brittany in. Jennifer introduced Brittany to her father and then they went to Jennifer’s room. Once they were in the room and the door was closed, Brittany ordered Jennifer to strip. Jennifer was a little taken aback by the suddenness of the command, but complied none the less, remembering what she had been told the night before. When she was naked Brittany ordered her to turn around. Jennifer didn’t know what she was going to say about her ass, but she was sure Brittany would ask about it. Sure enough when her ass came into Brittany’s view she asked, "what the hell happened to your ass?" Jennifer explained to Brittany what had happened the night before, well most of it anyway. She didn’t tell Brittany about her orgasm. Brittany smiled as the story unfolded. "Well at least now you know what to expect when I have to whip you. Since he is doing such a good job on your ass, we’ll have to think about whipping you someplace else," Brittany explained. While Jennifer was afraid of what that might mean, she was now excited about something that last night had terrified her. Brittany explained that a few of the girls were coming over to her house tonight since her parents were still out of town. Everyone would be spending the night. Did she think she could get away for the night? Jennifer didn’t think that was a problem. "Good," said Brittany. "Be over at my house by nine. Now for some fun."

"I want you to fully understand your place," explained Brittany. "Around us you will be more like a slave than anything else. Around other people you’ll be just like one of us. That means you will have to dress better than you have been. I suggest you do some shopping. We don’t want to be embarrassed by you. When you’re around us you can expect to be naked a lot and have a lot of sex. Make sure you are protected. Now I have some shopping to do for tonight so I have to get going. But before I go I want to emphasize just how important it is for you to follow my orders. If you are too slow on this order I will march you, naked, down to your father and ask for his belt. I will then ask him to watch while I beat his daughters naked pussy. Do you understand?" Jennifer mumbled "yes, I understand."

"From now on, unless we are in public, you will address me as mistress, understood?" Brittany asked. "Yes mistress," Jennifer responded. "Good. Now before I leave I want to see how you masturbate." Jennifer was stunned. She had never even considered telling anyone she masturbated, let alone do it in front of anyone. She knew she had no choice however. Sure she could refuse, but then she would never realize her dream of having sex with David. She would also be forced from the group. She had already decided that she was willing to do whatever it took to be a member of the group by stripping in front of everyone last night. She wasn’t going to blow it so soon. So she swallowed her pride and said, "yes mistress."

Jennifer slowly lay down on her bed, spreading her legs wide as she went. She took one hand and lowered it to her pussy. She gently started to rub her clit. With her other hand she started to rub her tits. She was twisting her nipple and had shoved a couple of fingers into her pussy. She started to pump her fingers into her pussy, fucking it with her fingers. She opened her eyes to see that Brittany was watching her very intently. She kept the fingers pumping into her pussy. She was pumping furiously. She moved her other hand from her tits to her hand that was finger fucking her pussy. She grabbed the hand fucking her pussy and used it to help to pound her fingers into her pussy. She could feel the orgasm building up inside her. She could tell it would be more intense than what she normally experienced when she masturbated. She assumed it was due to the audience.

She could feel it building. She would hit it very soon. Her hips were bucking up off the bed. She was driving her pussy up to meet her fingers. She could tell that within a few seconds she would be hitting her orgasm. Then it hit. It was more powerful than normal. Nothing compared to last night, but powerful indeed. She could feel her pussy spasming around her fingers as her orgasm hit. She slowly started to settle down and looked at Brittany. It was then that she realized that she still had her fingers in her wide spread pussy. She also realized that she had masturbated to orgasm in front of someone who was still mostly a stranger. This humiliated her terribly and she blushed deeply.

"I’m glad you’re embarrassed. You should be," Brittany said. "As punishment for such a shameless act, you must be whipped by your father this afternoon. We’ll want to see the marks. Oh, and just for fun, make sure its someplace other than your ass," Brittany said laughing. Jennifer was scarred now. How was she going to get her father to whip her again, and to do it somewhere other than her ass? Worse yet, as bad as her ass hurt, how could she stand to be whipped somewhere else? Again, she knew she had no choice. She answered, "yes mistress. Is there any place in particular you would like the marks to be?" She prayed for a reasonable answer. It was not to be.

"I think I would like to see the marks on your tits. You’ve got nice full tits. I’ll bet they make a nice target. And if I were you I’d shave off all of that pussy hair. It’ll go easier on you if you do." Jennifer groaned, but simply responded, "yes mistress." "Well I’ve got to leave," Brittany said. "I’ll see you tonight." "Yes mistress," was all Jennifer could manage. She got dressed and walked Brittany out to her car. Once back in the house she tried to think how to get her dad to do what Brittany ordered.

"Your mother met a friend shopping and won’t be back until dinner time. Did you want a late lunch?" her father asked. "Sure," she responded. Her mind was not on what was going on around her. She was trying to think about how to get her father to whip her tits, and not on what she was doing. As a consequence she managed to drop a whole gallon of milk on the floor making a huge mess. "Awe shit," she said. Her father was perturbed, not angry. When they got the mess cleaned up Jennifer decided to see if her father was angry enough over this to whip her. It was an accident and he normally didn’t get that upset over accidents, but it was all she could think of and time was running out.

"If you wanted to whip me for making this mess, I’d understand," she said with eyes lowered. He looked at her with a stunned look on his face. "It’s no big deal. Accidents happen," he responded. "But that was a whole gallon of milk and it happened because I wasn’t paying attention," she pushed. Her father just looked at her. She looked up at him with an almost hopeful look in her eye. "Let’s cut through the bullshit Jennifer. Tell me I’m wrong, but I think you want to be exposed in front of me and whipped. Am I right?" Jennifer just stood there and starred at her father. How could she answer that question? In her heart she knew he was right, but was she ready to admit it to her father, and herself? "Well?" he asked.

She decided it was time for a little honesty, no matter what may come of it. "Yes," Jennifer said. "What did you say?" her father asked. "Yes, I want to be naked in front of you and whipped," she said. There, she said it. Now what she wondered? Her father stood there looking at her. After what seemed like an eternity he said, "fine, I’ll go and get my belt, you can take off your pants." As he turned to leave Jennifer reached deep inside herself for courage and asked, "daddy would you please whip my tits instead of my ass?" That stopped him dead in his tracks. She could tell he was trying to think about this latest and most bizarre turn of events. Finally he answered. "Fine, I’ll whip your tits, but you will be completely naked. Now go into the living room and wait for me, naked." She responded with "yes daddy." She saw him shiver and head for his room. She went into the living room and stripped naked.

When he walked into the living room he was greeted with the site of his very beautiful and sexy 17 year old teenaged daughter standing in the middle of the room, naked. He just stopped and looked at her. Damn, he thought, she was hot. He walked up to her and positioned her in the middle of the room. This gave him the most room to maneuver. "Put your hands behind your head and spread your legs wide," he ordered. Jennifer immediately moved to comply. She noticed that by putting her hands behind her head her tits thrust out more, making a much more inviting target. "Are you ready?" he asked. She just nodded. "Alright, here we go," he announced.

Within seconds she felt the most intense pain she had ever felt in her life. She was convinced her tits had been cut and were bleeding. She was screaming her head off with the pain. She managed to open her eyes and through the blur of tears she saw the angry red welt forming on her tits, but no blood. "We can’t have that kind of screaming. The neighbors will hear. I’ll have to gag you," he said. She nodded, knowing that he was right. What happened next shocked Jennifer to her core. Her father removed his jeans and then his shorts so that he was naked from the waist down. She had never actually seen a dick out in the open. Sure she had sucked her boyfriends off, but she had never seen a dick out in plain sight. And it was bigger than her boyfriends were and it was very hard. He took his shorts and walked up to his daughter and said, "open wide." Her eyes were already wide open from shock. She slowly opened her mouth as wide as she could get it. He then stuffed his shorts in her mouth and said, "that should take care of the screams."

Jennifer was shaking with both lust and shock. Lust at being naked and whipped by her father, and because he was naked from the waist down showing her a very large and hard cock. With shock because she would never have believed it possible to be in this situation. Her father was now back in position to resume whipping her tits. "Are you ready," he asked. She nodded her head. She closed her eyes and waited. She didn’t have long to wait. The belt again smacked her full on the tits, just below her nipples. The pain was excruciating. It was all she could do to hold her position. Before she had fully recovered from that blow another hit, this time just above the nipples. It felt as if he were using a hot poker on her tits. She kept seeing stars and bright lights in her mind as the pain exploded throughout her tits.

He kept whipping her tits, occasionally hitting her squarely across the nipples. This produced the most extreme of reactions. Her knees would buckle and he could hear her scream, even through his shorts in her mouth. His cock was so hard that he didn’t know if it would go down. He had never been this turned on in his life. His daughters’ tits were a mass of angry welts and bruises. Still, she stood there with her hands behind her head and her legs spread wide. He wondered if she knew that pussy juice was running down her legs. She had mostly recovered from the last blow that had landed on her nipples. "I’m going to give you a choice. You can take five more across your nipples or twenty more elsewhere. It’s your choice. Nod once if you want the five or nod twice if you want the twenty." Jennifer was struggling to maintain her sanity. Her father was whipping her on her tits. She was completely naked, and he was mostly naked. Now she had to make a terrible decision and it was all because she asked for it.

Jennifer nodded once, knowing that five across her nipples would be excruciating pain, but the tingling in her pussy told her that was what she wanted. "All right, here goes," her father said. With a force not yet felt by Jennifer, her father landed five very powerful blows across her nipples. The pain was so intense that Jennifer had collapsed to her knees by the fifth stroke. She was practically hysterical she was crying so hard. When she finally regained some control she stood back up and assumed her position. Without saying a word her father walked up to her and put his hand on her pussy. He felt around and shoved a finger up inside her. There was no resistance since her pussy was so wet he probably could have shoved his fist inside her.

He continued to manipulate her pussy, making sure to work on her clit. She mewled as he did this. She moved her hips in a fucking motion against his fingers. The orgasm hit without warning. Her senses were so messed up as a result of the whipping she had no idea she was that close. As her orgasm hit, she closed her legs holding her fathers’ hand in place. She was having an orgasm at least as powerful as the one she had last night when her father whipped her ass. She was getting weak from the effects of the orgasm. She was barely aware of her surroundings. She reached out to hold on to her father, as she was no longer able to stand on her own. It seemed to last forever. When it was finally over she opened her eyes and looked into her fathers’ eyes. He was clearly shocked at what had just happened.




He removed his shorts from his daughters’ mouth and sat down on the couch. Jennifer stood there looking at her very whipped tits and then at her father. "Is that what you wanted?" he asked. She looked at him and said, "yes, but I had no idea how bad it would hurt." "Well, you seemed to get off on it ok, so I guess you got what you wanted. What am I supposed to do with this raging hard on?" Jennifer knew what he was hinting at. He wanted her to do something about his hard on. After all, he had given her two of the best orgasms of her life; she felt she owed him.

She could give him a blowjob; she knew how to do that. Then she remembered what Brittany had said. "If you’re a virgin, better lose it fast." Jennifer wondered what her dad would think if he knew that he was going to deflower his own daughter. Jennifer was still so worked up over the whipping and the whole crazy scene that it didn’t even bother her a little to think she was going to fuck her own father. She just walked up to him on the couch, looked him in the eye, and without saying a word, positioned herself over his cock. She reached down and grabbed it. She put its head against the opening of her pussy, not taking her eyes off of her father the whole time. Once his dick was in place, she started to slowly lower herself onto her fathers cock. It was a huge dick. She had no idea if she could get it all the way inside of her. She just kept lowering herself onto his cock. He was stretching her pussy wide. She felt like she was taking a telephone pole up her pussy.

With about half of it inside of her she stopped and moved back up. Having never had a cock in her pussy before she didn’t know what to expect. She got to the point that her fathers cock was just inside her pussy and then she started moving back down. She was moving down faster than before and this time his cock moved into her more easily. She almost had all of his cock inside of her pussy. She was feeling so full she couldn’t believe she had as much of his cock inside her as she did. The feeling in her pussy was so great she didn’t want it to end. This time she moved up more quickly and almost slammed her pussy back down. The sensation and pain in her pussy set her aflame with lust once again. She felt his pubic hair on her ass and looked down to see that she had his whole cock buried inside her.

She was shaking with lust at the sight. She looked back at her father and he had a look of satisfaction on his face. She started to fuck him as well as she could. She wasn’t experienced at all, so she wasn’t sure what to do. She just went with instinct and did what felt good. She was moving with reckless abandon. She was literally throwing herself on to his cock. Her father just sat there and watched as his beautiful 17 year old daughter fucked herself on his dick. He was so worked up from the whipping and the masturbation of his daughter that it didn’t take long for him to approach orgasm. He could feel his cum getting ready to spurt into his daughters’ pussy.

Jennifer was also approaching another mind-blowing orgasm. She was bouncing up and down on her fathers’ cock. She was amazed at how easily her pussy stretched to accommodate his cock. She felt his cock tighten up. She had no idea what that meant of course since this was her first time. She did know that her own orgasm was fast approaching. The friction of her fathers’ cock on her clit was sending her to new heights of sexual release. She loved being fucked. If Brittany was intent on humiliating her and hurting her and getting her fucked, she was all for it. She would do what ever Brittany ordered as long as she got what she needed. She realized that this made her a slut, but to be able to feel like she did right then, she was willing to accept that reality.

Her fathers cock stiffened incredibly inside of her and then she felt his cum exploding inside of her. The feeling of the warm slippery fluid being pumped into her teenaged pussy was too much for her. She came and came and came. The feelings were so intense that she started to black out. Just before she lost consciousness she felt her father grab her tits and squeeze. The pain was all it took to complete her mind shattering orgasm. She just limply lay against her father, her pussy spasming with the after throws of an intense orgasm and her fathers’ cock twitching inside her pussy.

When she woke up she was in her room on her bed. She was still naked and her sweats were on the floor next to her. She had no idea how long she had been like this. She reached down to clutch her pussy. She was still wet. She brought her hand up to her face and she noticed that she had something other than pussy juice on her fingers. It had to be her fathers cum. She brought her fingers to her mouth and licked them clean. She decided she needed to shower to get ready for tonight. She walked into the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. Her tits were bruised and stripped. She was in shock at how bad they looked. Her ass wasn’t much better. She decided it was probably a good idea to shave her pubic hair off as Brittany suggested.

Once out of the shower she looked at her very naked pussy. It seemed even more naked than usual because she had no pubic hair. She just shrugged her shoulders, not really understanding why Brittany had told her to shave. She got dressed and went downstairs. She met her mother on the way. She asked her mother, "did you have a good time shopping?" "Yes I did. Did you and your father enjoy your afternoon together?" This made Jennifer a little uneasy. She hoped she covered it well as she answered, "yea, it was ok." She then went down to the kitchen were here father was again reading the paper.

He looked up at her and they both seemed a little uneasy about the situation. Jennifer decided it was up to her to let him know everything was ok so she acted as if nothing had happened. "Anything good in the paper" she asked. "No not really. How are you feeling? Are your tits ok?" he asked. "They’re pretty sore, but they’ll be ok. I don’t think there’ll be any permanent marks." "Good, glad to hear it. Let me have a look and make sure everything’s ok." She didn’t say anything or even hesitate. Jennifer simply lifted her shirt and showed her dad her badly bruised tits. He gently touched them and she jumped. "Did that hurt?" he asked. "No, it just surprised me a little. It’s ok, I’m sorry I jumped. I have something so show you," she said. With that she let her shirt fall back into place and pulled down her pants to show her father her newly shaved pussy.

"Very nice," he said. "Why did you do that?" "Because my friend suggested that I do it. She’s also the one that suggested you should whip my tits," she responded. "You like what’s happening to you don’t you?" he asked. "Yes I do. I didn’t know it until last night, but I do like to be humiliated and hurt. I have also discovered I like to be fucked." He cringed when he heard that. He knew what that meant. "So, will this friend humiliate and hurt you?" he wondered. "Yes she will," Jennifer said. She didn’t want her father to know why. "I was also hoping you might be interested in doing some more? I’ve liked what we’ve done so far," she asked hopefully.

He sat there for what seemed like forever to Jennifer. "We’ll continue with what we’ve done today and last night, if that is what you really want. But understand this, I will use every hole you’ve got, even your asshole. I’ll also be inflicting a great deal of pain on your body. If that is what you want then go over to that drawer and bring me the thongs we use for hot dogs on the grill, or if it’s not then simply pull up your pants and leave." She didn’t even hesitate. She shuffled over to the drawer and pulled out the thongs her father had requested. "Bring them over her and spread your legs wide," he ordered.

Jennifer was unable to spread her legs with her pants around her ankles, so she removed them completely and then spread her legs wide. Her father reached out and grabbed her clit and she moaned with her approval of his rough handling. He then brought up the thongs to her pussy and grasped her clit between the ends and started to squeeze, hard. He squeezed and squeezed. Her clit was in extreme pain. Tears were running down her face. She didn’t try to stop him however; she just stood there taking the punishment. Finally his hand got tired and he let go. Blood rushed back to her clit and the pain of that was almost as bad as when it was being squeezed. He told her to wash and put away the thongs and then to get dressed. As Jennifer was pulling her pants up she felt her pussy and found it soaking wet. She decided that this was further confirmation of what she was, a pain slut. She went to her room to get ready for tonight.

Jennifer knew that she would spend the night at Brittany’s naked. For that reason it didn’t matter what she put into the bag, it wouldn’t be needed. She said goodbye to her parents and headed for Brittany’s. Her mind was trying to cope with what had happened over the past couple of days. Over twenty people had seen her naked and she had her ass and tits beaten. She had lost her virginity, to her father none the less, and now was on her way to a party that was certain to cause her great pain and humiliation. The amazing thing was she was excited about the prospect and was looking forward to it. She shoved her hand inside her pants to feel her newly shaved bald pussy and found she was wet just thinking about what might happen. She finally arrived at Brittany’s and went to the door. She left the bag in the car, as she was certain she wouldn’t need anything from it.

Brittany opened the door looking as beautiful as ever. "I see that you had the guts to show. Good, we’re gonna have real fun. But you have too many clothes on to come into my house. If you want to come in you’ll have to be naked. You can put your clothes in your car if you want, you won’t need them tonight." It was worse than Jennifer had feared. She had not expected to be naked outside where someone could see her. But she was determined to see it through. She had already accepted the fact that she was a slut and loved the pain and humiliation, so she just had to work up the courage to go through with it. She took a deep breath and took off her shirt and shorts and shoes. Now standing completely naked on Brittany’s front step she hurriedly went to her car to put her clothes in it. She furtively looked around to see if anyone was watching. She couldn’t see anyone, she just hoped no one saw her. Once she had her clothes in her car she quickly returned to where Brittany was standing.

"I see you’ve learned your lessons well," she said. "I also see you took my advice and shaved your pussy and had someone whip your tits. Was it your father?" she asked. Jennifer responded with "yes mistress." "Good. By the way, you will refer to me as mistress all night, understood?" "Yes mistress," she whispered. This whole conversation was happening out in the open on Brittany’s doorstep. All she wanted to do is get into the house. Brittany now just stood there and looked at Jennifer. It was as if she were waiting for something. All of a sudden Jennifer head a car drive past and heard a bunch of yelling and carrying on. She realized that Brittany had arranged for a carload of boys to drive past while she was naked outside her house. They only saw her ass, but it was enough to embarrass her. "Ok, now we can go inside," Brittany announced.

Once inside the house they went down to the basement were all the other girls were already waiting for them. As Jennifer walked in the room got quiet. They were all starring at her bruised tits. "You should see her ass," Brittany announced. Jennifer blushed deeply. She was an object to them, nothing more. Jennifer knew it would be a long night, and indeed it was.

The pain and humiliation started as soon as she arrived. Two different girls fisted her recently deflowered pussy; her tits were completely covered with wax and she had a fat candle shoved up her ass while it was lit and she was upside down. The wax dripped down to her ass and hit her pussy. They slapped her tits and pussy. The whole time she was in a state of sexual arousal and had more orgasms than she could count. Finally it got late and the girls were settling down. The girl named Beth that she had a class with walked up to her and lifted her T-shirt. She was naked underneath. "You’re going to eat my pussy you little bitch," she said. This was by far the worse thing that happened to her that night. She had gotten off on all the pain, but this was different. Jennifer looked at Brittany for guidance, but all she did was smile. Jennifer knew that she would have to do it.

She edged forward on her knees until she was right in front of Beth’s pussy. It was neatly trimmed and Jennifer realized that she tanned naked. Jennifer took a deep breath and opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. She made contact with Beth’s pussy and Beth almost jumped out of her skin. Jennifer had no idea what to do so she just started to lick her pussy like she was licking an ice cream cone. She started to taste something and realized it was Beth’s pussy juice. "Put your whole mouth over my pussy and stick your tongue inside of my pussy," Beth ordered.

Jennifer moved to obey and when she stuck her tongue inside Beth’s pussy she heard the girl groan. She started to suck on Beth’s pussy and licking it. She could feel Beth starting to grind her pussy into Jennifer’s face. "Nibble on my clit and on my pussy lips," Beth ordered. Obviously Beth knew what she wanted out of this experience, and Jennifer was happy to get the advice. She did what she was told. A few minutes later she felt Beth stiffen up and then shake all over. She was having an orgasm, all because Jennifer was giving her head. When Beth was calmed down a little she said, "not bad. Your first time I assume?" Jennifer just nodded her head. After that it didn’t take long and Jennifer had a line of girls waiting to be treated to what Beth had gotten. Brittany laughed and Jennifer resigned herself to the fact she was going to eat out every pussy there.

By the time that Jennifer was allowed to go to sleep she had eaten every pussy there, even Brittany’s. The first girl, Beth, came back for seconds. She commented to Jennifer that her skills had improved. It was probably the most backward complement she had ever received. She settled down under some blankets to go to sleep and reached for her pussy. She had eaten out all those girls, but she had not received any satisfaction. She touched her bald pussy and found it wet. She started to stroke her clit and the feelings overwhelmed her. She became more aggressive and shoved a couple of fingers inside her pussy. She was fully masturbating now. She was close to her orgasm. Her hand was moving fast and her pussy swelled up with desire. Just as she was about to cum she felt a hand on the blankets. She opened her eyes just in time to see Brittany yank the blankets off of her, exposing her to Brittany while she was in the middle of masturbating herself to orgasm. The humiliation of being discovered played on her emotions and she kept up her activities. Her hips began to bounce and gyrate to the rhythm of her hand. She threw her head back and spread her legs and came with a furious intensity. She knew she was being watched, and this turned her on big time.

After she finally calmed down she reopened her eyes and saw not only Brittany, but also Beth. "That was a nice show," Beth commented. "You didn’t have permission to masturbate bitch so you’ll have to be punished. Tomorrow morning at breakfast, in front of everyone, you’ll get your pussy whipped. It will hurt worse than your ass or your tits. Sleep well," Brittany, said. Jennifer was scarred now. She remembered the pain in her pussy from the thongs and realized that was not going to be even close to the kind of pain she would feel in the morning. She just curled up into a ball and tried to sleep.

Jennifer woke up; surprised she could sleep at all. As she got up she felt very self-conscious because she was the only person wondering around naked. Brittany walked up to her and said, "let’s go to the living room. Everyone will eventually be there and we’ll get to your punishment." Jennifer shivered at the thought that she was going to let someone whip her pussy. She followed Brittany to the living room of her house. A number of the girls were already there. In the daylight they got a much better view of her bruised and battered tits and ass. She wanted crawl off somewhere and hide.

When everyone was there Brittany got up in front of everyone. "This little slut was caught masturbating without permission last night. Her punishment is to get her pussy whipped. There are twelve of us. I’m going to give her a choice. She can take five from each girl for a total of 60, or she can take 50 from me. I should point out that I have a very good aim and can guarantee that I will hit your clit a large number of times. The other girls may not be as good and you may get lucky. I’ll leave it up to you." Jennifer thought it over and decided while the number was higher, she was hoping some of the girls might show her mercy and not hit her too hard. She knew that Brittany would hit her hard and believed that Brittany would score a large number on her clit. "I would like to have everyone give me five on my pussy mistress," Jennifer stated.

They pulled a coffee table over to the middle of the room and placed Jennifer on he back on the table. Brittany had Jennifer hold her legs up and back, fully exposing her pussy for all to see. The table was rather short for her body so her head hung off the other end. "Now you must hold that position. If you fail to keep your legs apart with your pussy open for us to see and beat, then we start the whole process over. Is that clear?" Brittany stated. "Yes mistress," Jennifer replied. She only hoped she could hold this position. 60 was bad enough, if that number were to be increased she didn’t think she would be able to take it. She was afraid of permanent damage as it was.

The first girl to grab the belt that Brittany brought for the occasion was Beth. She was still wearing the T-shirt she wore the night before. Everyone else was dressed. Jennifer had to admit that Beth was beautiful, probably the best looking girl there. She realized that the idea of being exposed to someone so beautiful was turning her on. Fear crept into her mind as she saw Beth practice with the belt on the couch. Jennifer’s breathing increased and her heart pounded as she held her position waiting for the first blow. Beth stepped up to the table that held Jennifer with her pussy an open invitation for the belt and took her first swing. The belt landed on the right side of Jennifer’s pussy. The pain was intense, almost as intense as when her father beat her tits. She struggled not to scream.

The next three blows hit on either side of he slit. Jennifer had closed her eyes tightly and tears were streaming down her face. Her pussy was on fire with both pain and lust. Beth’s fifth and final stroke hit its target. The belt bisected her pussy lips and found the girls’ clit. The most horrible scream erupted from Jennifer’s mouth. The pain was so extreme she felt like she was going to pass out. The inhuman screaming coming from Jennifer shock up the other girls a great deal.

Brittany waited until Jennifer calmed down and stopped screaming and shaking. When that finally happened she asked Jennifer, "are you ready for the next girl?" Jennifer wanted so bad to be able to say no, I don’t want anymore, but she didn’t. Even through the haze of pain she could tell her pussy was getting wet from the situation. As she thought about it she could only imagine the sight that she presented. Lying on her back, holding her legs back and spread, her bald pussy open for all to see, and whip. It was so lude and depraved it made her shiver with lust. She responded to the question posed to her in the only way she could, "yes mistress, I’m ready."

The next girl walked up and grabbed the belt. Her first blow caused Jennifer to scream even though it didn’t hit her clit. Her pussy was so sensitized by what was going on and the emotional state she was in, there was no way she wouldn’t scream. "We can’t have that screaming now can we," Beth said. With that she removed her T-shirt and walked over to where Jennifer’s head was located. Jennifer looked up at the completely naked Beth and admired her beauty. She was even more gorgeous naked than Jennifer believed possible. She apparently liked to show off her body because she didn’t even hesitate to get naked. Beth spread her legs and proceeded to lower he pussy to Jennifer’s mouth. "Suck on this while you get your punishment. Maybe eating my pussy will keep you quiet." Jennifer opened her mouth and began to work on Beth’s pussy. With all the recent experience she had, Beth was near her first orgasm before too long.

Everyone took her turn whipping her pussy. She would scream into Beth’s pussy on almost every stroke, but most especially if someone managed to hit her clit. By the time it was Brittany’s turn Jennifer’s pussy was throbbing and red and puffy from being hit 55 times. Her clit had swollen up and was poking out from under its hood, making a very inviting target. Beth had stayed on Jennifer’s mouth the whole time. The screams seemed to cause her great pleasure. Beth had more orgasms from the work of Jennifer’s mouth than she could count.

Brittany lined up to give Jennifer her last five lashes. Jennifer had no idea how many lashes she had left or who had done what to her. When she heard Brittany speak, she started to shake in fear. "I’m the last one slut. I hope your ready for some serious pain." Jennifer was ready. She had come so close to orgasm several times. While she was afraid of the pain it would cause if Brittany hit her clit, she was secretly hoping that she would because she knew that it would push her over the edge and give her a powerful orgasm.

The first lash hit Jennifer squarely on her clit. It was by far the most powerful stroke she had felt yet. Her scream into Beth’s pussy was enough to send the beautiful girl into another orgasm. Brittany took her time and lined up for the second lash. It hit Jennifer’s clit again. It was all Jennifer could do to hold her legs apart. The pain was excruciating. The third lash hit her clit again and it caused her to lose control. She started to buck her hips and squirm all over the table. "Help me out. Someone hold her down," Brittany called out. Jennifer felt hands all over her body holding her in place. The fourth lash also connected with her clit and Jennifer was almost hysterical. She was so close to orgasm that in what was left of her mind she was actually hoping the fifth stroke would hit her clit. She got her wish and she went into such a powerful orgasm that her mind couldn’t handle all of the sensations and she passed out.

When she woke up she was lying on a soft bed with some very worried looking girls standing watch. "You were out for almost an hour. We were going to call an ambulance if you didn’t wake up soon," Brittany informed her. Jennifer tried to get up but the pain in her pussy made her lay back down. "Here’s a bag of ice. Your pussy is pretty swollen and bruised. This might help." Jennifer took the bag of ice from Brittany and put it on her pussy. The sensation of that much cold on her overheated pussy was quite a shock to her system. Once she got over the initial sensation, her pussy did feel a little better. "Thank you mistress, it does feel better," Jennifer explained.

"I’m sorry we hurt you so bad. I had no idea that it would hurt so much that you would pass out," Brittany offered. Jennifer knew the real reason she passed out. Yes she was in a great deal of pain and she was paying for it now. But she knew she didn’t pass out from the pain but from the best orgasm she had since her father beat her tits. She wasn’t too sure she wanted to explain the truth to Brittany because it would confirm to everyone there that she was a pain slut and got off on it. But she couldn’t let Brittany think she had hurt her so bad that she passed out either. Brittany was obviously upset about the situation. She decided she had to tell the truth.

"I didn’t pass out from the pain," Jennifer explained. Everyone looked at her with a questioning look. Everyone that is except Beth, she had a huge smile on her face. Jennifer took a deep breath and explained to everyone what happened. "I was in a great deal of pain. I seem to have a high tolerance to it however. It also happens to be a major turn on to me. When Brittany hit my clit with all five of her strokes, it was the trigger necessary for me to have a mind shattering orgasm. The orgasm was so powerful that it caused me to pass out. I’m sorry I scarred you, but I don’t seem to have any control over the situation."

"I knew it," said Beth. "I’ve heard of people who get off on pain and humiliation, but I never believed I would ever meet one." Everyone just starred at Jennifer. She blushed anew from all the wild stares she was getting. "Well, we’ll have to see what we can do to satisfy you. Can you move yet?" Brittany asked. "I think so mistress," Jennifer replied. This time she was able to move. She kept the ice pack on her pussy as she walked to try to ease the pain. "If you’re serious about what you told us, I will have to do some thinking on how we can accommodate you. When you lose your virginity let me know. The guy’s would like to use you as a party favor, if that agrees with you," Brittany said. Jennifer took another deep breath and said, "I have already lost my virginity. I would very much like to be a party favor for the guys. I seem to get turned on by humiliation as well as pain and I've discovered I love to fuck."

This statement seemed to shock Brittany quite a bit because she was only able to stutter a simple ok to Jennifer. They got back down to the basement and all the girls were getting the place cleaned up. Jennifer was not required to help. She just sat on a chair, naked holding the ice pack to her pussy. When the party started to break up everyone went out to her car, including Jennifer. Brittany walked Jennifer to her car and as Jennifer reached for her clothes Brittany grabbed her arm. "I think you should drive home naked. You can get dressed at home before you go into your house. If you’re lucky, no one will notice that you are naked and have bruised and battered tits." This was a little much for Jennifer. It was one thing to be the sex object that everyone could abuse in private. It was a much more different thing to be on display for the whole town to see. She looked into Brittany’s eyes and knew it was useless to argue. Jennifer went over to the drivers’ side and got in. She looked up at Brittany begging for mercy in her eyes. Brittany offered no sympathy.

All the way home Jennifer kept a watchful eye out for anyone that she knew or that might be able to see that she was completely naked driving her car. She took all back roads home. The normal twenty-five minute drive took almost forty-five minutes. About three blocks from home she saw her mothers’ car coming at her. Her heart started to pound and her hands stated to sweat and get slippery on the steering wheel. She didn’t know what to do. She knew that if her mother looked over at her as they passed she would see that Jennifer was naked and that her tits were badly bruised. She only had seconds to think. All she could do was to slouch down and hope her mother didn’t look too carefully.

As they passed her mother honked her horn and waived at her daughter. Jennifer gave a weak wave back and kept going. Her mother must not have seen anything or didn’t think anything strange about her daughter being so slouched down, because she just kept going. When she got home she pulled into her driveway. She noticed for the first time that it was somewhat private and she could get into her house without anyone seeing her. She decided not to get dressed as she was in so much pain from the whippings this weekend, clothes would only aggravate the situation. She wasn’t worried about her dad seeing her naked, not after what happened yesterday. She just grabbed her clothes and bag she had packed and walked into the house through the garage.

She met her father in the garage and to her horror her neighbor. They both turned to look at whoever it was that was walking into the garage. Both men just stared with their mouths open. Jennifer was equally stunned and stood there with her mouth open. She was so stunned she didn’t even try to cover up. Finally her father spoke up, "honey, you know our neighbor Bill." "Ya..ya, h hi Bill," Jennifer stammered. A very stunned Bill spoke up. "What happened to you and why are you naked." Jennifer could see that her father was a little nervous and she knew she had better come up with a good story.

"Well I’m naked because I didn’t think anyone would see me, except possibly my father and as you can see I have some pretty bad bruises in some rather sensitive area’s. I didn’t want to wear cloths because they would be painful on the tender areas," Jennifer explained. "Ok I can accept that, but how did you get so bruised?" Bill asked. Jennifer swallowed hard and explained, "I like to be hurt and humiliated. I get off on it. My father whipped me on my ass and my tits. I wanted it and was finally able to convince him to do it. The girls I spent the night with last night whipped my pussy this morning. I can have a very intense orgasm when being whipped as I have been."

Bill was shocked. He couldn’t take his eyes off of the naked teenager with the angry welts and bruises all over her tits and pussy. He hadn’t seen her ass yet. Which made him ask, "could I see your ass?" Jennifer slowly turned around to show him her battered ass. "My god," was all he could say. Jennifer’s father finally spoke up. "Well Bill, as you can see my daughter and I have a very special relationship." "No kidding," Bill said. "You’re free to talk to my daughter when I’m not around. You’ll find that this is all very consensual and she really does like what has happened to her. Of course, my wife knows nothing of this, and she can’t. She wouldn’t understand. I hope we can count on your keeping this between us Bill."

"On one condition," Bill said. "I want in. I want to be able to punish her and see her naked and everything else. I get that and I stay quiet." Jennifer groaned while still showing them her ass. On hearing what Bill had to say she just slumped down as if the fight was gone. She was the plaything of the "Beautiful People" so that she could hang around them and be part of their group, if only as a sex toy. She and her father had a special thing going on that she was excited about, and now her neighbor was going to use and abuse her. Where will it end she wondered? "It’s up to you Jennifer. What do you want to do?" her father asked.

Jennifer turned around and faced the two men again. "If Bill is serious about keeping quiet, then I’m willing to let him do what ever he wants," Jennifer replied. "Great," Bill responded. "For starters, how about you getting your sexy ass over here." Jennifer’s dad just stood back and watched. Jennifer walked over to where Bill was standing and stood in front of him. She had her legs slightly parted to give him a better view. He wasn’t interested in a view however. He reached out his hand and grabbed her pussy. Jennifer took in a sharp breath and jumped a little. "Sorry," she said. "It’s a little tender." "And wet," Bill shot back. Jennifer blushed at how fast her body could betray her. He started stroking her pussy and she quickly forgot about the pain. "Can I fuck her," Bill asked.

Jennifer looked at her father for guidance. Right now the way he was playing with her pussy and with the intense emotion associated with the humiliation of being a new toy for her neighbor, Jennifer really wanted to be fucked. Jennifer’s father looked her in the eye and he could tell what she wanted. He suddenly started smiling for the first time since she walked into the garage. He knew his daughter was a complete slut and he and his neighbor were going to have great fun with her. "It’s up to Jennifer," he said. "I don’t care if you do, only that it’s ok with Jennifer." Bill looked at Jennifer.

Jennifer desperately needed to be fucked. The past few minutes had worked her up something fierce. "Alright, you can fuck me" Jennifer replied. With that Bill grabbed Jennifer by the arm and threw her against the wall. She bounced with a thud and dropped her cloths and bag. Bill walked up to her and spun her around so her ass was facing him. He kicked her legs apart and pulled her ass out back towards him. Things were happening so fast that Jennifer had no time to think. She had told him it was ok to fuck her, but she didn’t think that he would do it in front of her father. He didn’t seem to care however as he just stood there watching.

She heard a zipper and then felt Bill’s cock at the entrance to her pussy. She was a little afraid of what getting fucked would feel like given that her ass and pussy were so badly bruised. Bill didn’t seem to care. Her pussy was wet and available and so he shoved it in as hard and fast as he could. He slammed his cock into Jennifer and as a result, slammed her body against the wall of the garage. This had the affect of crushing her tits, causing her to groan in pain. His cock seemed to be able to penetrate her pussy very easily. This surprised Jennifer a little as this was only the second cock she had ever had in her pussy. Then she remembered the fisting from the night before and it all made sense.

Bill started to pound into her pussy, slamming her body against the wall and slapping her ass. Her sensitive pussy was gripping his cock as much as she could manage. She wanted this to be over as soon as possible. Bill however was able to maintain some level of control and kept fucking the girl for quite some time. Jennifer could feel an orgasm building and she was grateful. With all the pain in her body at present, an orgasm would be wonderful. She looked over at her father and he was just staring at the depraved scene in front of him. He began to wonder how his daughter could be this way, and if there were a way he could take advantage of it.

Jennifer’s orgasm was fast approaching. She could tell it wouldn’t compare to the orgasm she had when her father fucked her, but it would be good. She started to shake and shudder as her orgasm hit. She was bouncing back against her neighbor, trying to get as much out of this fucking as possible. Bill seemed to sense what was going on and moved to fuck the girl faster. He wanted to try to orgasm with her. Finally his cum was spurting out of his cock into the teenaged pussy of his neighbor’s daughter. Jennifer’s orgasm was just about over as Bill came inside her. She was able to feel the full effect of a man cuming inside her and it felt great. It caused her to feel warm all over.

When he was done he pulled out of her pussy and told her "clean up my dick." Jennifer obediently turned around and got on her knees. She took Bill’s cock into her mouth and licked all of her pussy juice and his cum off of his dick. When she was done she stood up and grabbed her clothes and bag and said, "I’m going to my room to get cleaned up and rest, if that’s ok with you daddy?" He just nodded and Jennifer headed to her room.

-the end-



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Thursday, January 28, 2010

Satine, The Dom

Satine was the most desired, most well compensated professional dominatrix in all of New York City. This was for a very good reason, as she was close to six feet tall, with long, straight fire red hair, massive, firm and natural tits, and a serious sadistic streak that she loved using on wealthy perverts.

Bob Eastwick was a wealthy pervert, except his tastes ran towards dominating women, not being dominated by them. He had noticed Satine over a year before, and had worked constantly over that time to find out everything about her. He knew that she genuinely hated men, that she worked in an upscale brothel located in a Soho, that she was fabulously wealthy with her lifestyle, and most importantly that she lived out on Long Island, in a large, ocean front house, with an assortment of women coming and going in her life. That discovery of her house, and also of her real name, (The not nearly as exotic Jennifer Monroe) allowed Eastwick to plot his obsession. To kidnap and take Satine and keep her as a bondage sex slave for as long as she remained beautiful.

In order to do this, he stalked Satine, spending countless hours on the beach near her house, hidden behind dunes with binoculars trained, and listening devices straining to hear her every word. He learned everything about her, her comings and goings, her friends and social life. He also learned everything possible about her security system including through constant telescoping viewing of Satine every time she entered the house, what he thought was the security code for the houses alarm system. This was the key to his entire plan, because with this code, he could enter the house when she was not there, and take his time binding her properly, before he took her to her final permanent home.

He picked a Saturday night, because she never worked Sundays or Mondays, and she would not be missed for a couple days at least. The more time that passed between her abduction, and any inquiries towards her whereabouts meant the likelihood of any witnesses being able to remember any odd happenings at the house. He had bought a cheap moped from a chop shop, and had stashed it, and a large bag of fetish bondage gear in an abandoned rain culvert fairly close to a train station out on the island. He took the second to last train out there, walked to the moped and bag of gear, and then drove the twelve miles out to near her house. He stopped nearly a mile away, shoved the moped under a short pier, then into the ocean itself, just enough so that when the moped was dropped on its side, it would be covered by water. The tide was coming in, so the bike would remain covered for a long time, and there would be no way to connect it to the disappearance of a high priced prostitute a mile away. He hiked down the beach, avoiding attracting any attention at all. Some of these beaches were private, but he had, of course, planned out the entire route, and by the time he arrived at his familiar sand bunker near his prey's house. The sand was problematic, because it would provide the only physical evidence he had been here. With any luck the wind over the next day would obliterate his prints, but he still took the time to sweep as many of his prints with a tree branch he picked up.

Anything to confuse what had happened here. He confidently stepped up to the front door, and with practiced ease, jimmied the lock. She had not slid the deadbolt, even though he could have gotten through that easily enough, and he took that as a good omen for the potential for the rest of the evening. He stepped in quickly, turned to the keypad set right by the door and quickly typed in the numbers he knew he had seen. Despite the thin leather gloves he wore, his fingers easily accomplished the task.

1789....enter. The year of the storming of the Bastille, which was appropriate for someone that used the name of a famous French prostitute as her pseudonym.
The light on the pad changed obediently from red to green, and Eastwick sighed in relief. This had been one of the big unknowns of his quest, if this code would work. If it hadn't he was prepared to run quickly, and begin plotting another abduction attempt, but again, the fates smiled on him, and frowned on Satine. He turned on no lights, allowing the moon and the stars that filtered in to show the way. He carefully set himself up in the hallway right by the pad, and waited with infinite patience. He sat there for hours, until finally, close to three in the morning, a car pulled into the long driveway, and then into the detached garage. He could hear the garage door open, then close, and then the distant sounds of high heels on sidewalk. She was alone, which was the final piece of good luck he had needed. She did not seem to notice that the lock to the door had been jimmied earlier, and with no fumbling at all, slid the key in the lock, and opened the door. She closed it behind her, and strode with confidence over to the alarm keypad. She paused here, confused as to why the alarm showed green, when he attacked. He moved quicker than she could react, snaking his arms around her slender neck, while slamming her body into the wall, knocking the wind out of her. His powerful forearms contracted around her windpipe, chocking off her first attempt at a scream. He pulled back hard on her neck, jerking her off balance, while at the same time kicking her long legs out from her. Her four-inch high heels were no help to her here, and she was easily drug to the ground. He kept his chokehold on her, while forcing her face down onto a small rug. She was trying to claw behind her, but he was wearing a sturdy leather coat, and her blows were ineffectual. He released his choke hold at this point, wrapped his right hand in her thick red hair, and while pinning her to the ground with a brutal knee in the small of her back, jerked her head straight back. He then used his left hand to pull a massive, hard rubber head harness ball gag off his belt. While she bucked and twisted under him, he drove his knee even harder into her back, pulled back sharper with her hair, and shoved the ball into her opened mouth. She was too shocked to know what was happening for a moment, and despite her complete unwillingness, the ball forced her jaws ever wider, until it settled in behind her teeth. He grabbed a buckling strap, released her hair, and pulled it brutally behind her head, settling the ball deeper in her mouth. Satine felt her hair get caught in the roller buckle, and screamed into the gag. It emerged from the space as a choked gurgle. Eastwick pulled the gag strap as tight as he could, and buckled it off. Satine was trying to get her hands up to her face to try to get the obstruction out of her mouth, but Eastwick easily grabbed her wrists, and brutally pulled them behind her back.

"I'm a lot stronger than you, Jennifer." He said. "Not used to being manhandled are you?" Jennifer had noticed he had used her real name, a name she never used with anyone, anymore. She was realizing this might be more than a robbery or even a rape. He was threading a short leather belt between her elbows, while easily holding both her slender wrists in one of his massive hands. He looped the belt around both elbows, and pulled it tight, dragging her elbows together behind her back. Satine screamed again, as although she was flexible, she was not used to being bound in this way. In fact she was not used to being bound at all, as she hated any sign of weakness or helplessness.

"Lets put that gag on right, shall we." Eastwick taunted. "You know how one of these head harness gags work, don't you? " He grabbed the loose straps that were attached to the gag already in her mouth. " We pull these up over your head, and this one under your jaw, and we pull them as tight as we can before we lock them off. Is that right?" Satine could only groan in discomfort as the ball settled even farther in her mouth, and her already aching jaws sealed around it. She was fully aware of how effective this gag was, having shoved them into the mouths of dozens of helpless men. Her helpless arms fluttered around like butterfly wings, straining to reach up and unlock the gag. Eastwick kept his knee firmly planted in the small of Satines back, and pulled out an ultra sharp switchblade from one of his pockets.

"Don't move too much, this knife is really sharp, and you don't want that perfect skin of yours marred with some cuts. This will only take a moment." He grabbed the hem of her knee length skirt and with ease cut it off her body. He then quickly snipped off the tiny thong, then moved up to the loose, conservative blouse and plain white bra. Finally he removed her overly high heels and she was completely nude except for the gag and arm strap she wore against her will. He stood up, finally removing the painful knee from her back, and she curled up to try to hide herself. Her arms still straining hopelessly to be free. She got a brief look at her attacker, and did not recognize him at all. He seemed to be average looking, completely bald, and an unremarkable face. She could also see that he was a big man, well over six feet tall, and very broad in the chest. With the casual way he had moved her around, she knew that he was far stronger than her. He was messing around with a large black sports bag, and pulled out some items and came back over to her prone body. She was pulling her legs up to kick out, but he easily moved to her side, reached down, grabbed her by the hair with his one free hand, and pushed her back onto her stomach. Once again his knee jammed into her back, and she was pinned to the ground. Her full 38 D chest shoved onto the ground, and her groans of pain and humiliation barely audible with the ball in her mouth.

"I don't think you are going to like what happens next, my dear. I'm afraid that my preference for my women is that they be bound in the most stringent ways possible." As he was talking, he was also pulling a formed soft leather armbinder up her already bound arms. Satine knew instantly what was happening, and knew that once in a formed leather armbinder, there was no way possible to get free. She twisted and arched her body, desperate to keep it from being used on her. It was hopeless though, and very quickly he had it pulled up to her shoulders, and began to tighten the laces. Her clawing hands were soon forced into tight fists, as the space her hands had was reduced inch by inch. Satine continued to scream and buck, but both actions meant nothing. He had the armbinder laced up above her elbows, when he brutally grabbed her by the hair, took his knee out of her back, and lifted her to a kneeling position. He then crossed two narrow straps that ran over her shoulders, crossed between her massive tits, and then locked under her arms back to the binder. This prevented any pulling of the armbinder down her arms. It also gave Eastwick his first chance to see and touch Satines glorious breasts. Like the rest of her skin, they were pale, and completely flawless. He lightly stroked them, and Satine screamed again into her gag, trying to pull herself away.

"Cant stand the touch of a man, eh?" He teased, continuing to stroke her firm breasts. "I'm afraid that you no longer have any choice in anything you ever do from now on. That armbinder is a preview for how you are going to spend every moment of your life from now on. Completely helpless and tightly bound." He spun her around, and finished lacing up the armbinder as tightly as his considerable strength would allow. By the time he was done, the armbinder fit her like a second skin, with no slack at all. Inside the binder, Satine tested its limits. There was no give, no movement. Leather belts around her wrists, and elbows just reinforced how hopelessly her arms were trapped.

Then Eastwick got busy on binding her long, shapely legs. Very quickly he was able to overpower her rapidly diminishing efforts to stop him. He simply bound each ankle to the corosponding thigh with wide black leather belts, pulled to a brutal tightness. Her heels were fused to her ass, and her legs had become useless stumps. When he was done, he placed her back on her bound legs, with her sitting on her own feet. She still struggled, but the already strict bondage prevented much movement. He could not believe how incredible her naked, bound body looked. Her almost pure white skin countered with the jet black of the armbinder and leg straps. Her twisting of her body, as she tried to reach with her useless bound hands to the belts around her thighs, hoping to somehow pull them off her. Her massive tits bobbed provocatively with her every move, her large red lipsticked mouth wrapped completely around the massive ball in her mouth. A thin stream of drool had appeared from her lower lip, and when it finally dropped from her mouth, and onto her left tit, Satine noticed it and tried to look down to see what happened. When she realized she was drooling uncontrollably, it was the final humiliating straw for her. She began to sob into her gag, and the drool increased.

"Oh is the big bad boss, Satine learning what it feels like to be abused with bondage?" Eastwick laughed at her. "Its only going to get worse for you now. Time to take away your ability to see anything." He showed her the thick, black leather helmet he had brought along. It was not any sort of amateur device, but an evil looking thing, with no openings at all, except for two tiny, metal grommeted holes where the nostrils would be. It was a hood designed for punishment, to be hot, tight and impossible to consider removing without help. Satine had often used similar hoods on her male clientele, often with no warning, and with no attempt to get their permission. She loved the sounds a bound body made when you took away their face. She loved the looks of terror her cliets would have as their world went dark. She especially loved the muffled mews of fear, and the helpless questing for sound or light that their encased heads would do. Now she was going to be the one in the helmet, and there would be no safety measures around. No one else in the world would know she was bound and hooded like this. Satine had a terrible secret that she had never told anyone, because in her line of work, everything was about being strong, and brutal, and without any emotions. Satine, or more precisely Jennifer her real self, was pathologically terrified of enclosed spaces. She knew that there was no more claustrophobic an idea, more complete an enclosure of a person, than a tight, leather helmet. She stared wide eyed at Eastwick, as he showed her the inside of the helmet, with its paddings for her mouth, her eyes, and ears. How there were straps that would run around her head, over her mouth, over her eyes, sealing her in with locks and belts. How there was no other opening besides the holes for her to breath in her ultimate nightmare. She snapped with terror, bucking against her bonds with a fury she had never known. She twisted and tried to move away, sliding uselessly on the ground. She grunted negative sounds, shaking her head violently from side to side, drool flying outwards from her gagged mouth. Eastwick was amused by her reaction to the hood.

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"So you are scared of this thing? Of it encasing your head, blocking out everything? You afraid of enclosed spaces? Can it be that the cities most heartless dominatrix is scared of being bound herself? Oh this could not be more perfect, could it." He grinned as wide as he could as he said this.

"Go ahead and stop me "Mistress Satine". You control men, you use them, you hurt them for your pleasure. Now all you have to do is order me to stop, to whip me for my disobedience. All you have to do is tell me what to do, and of course I will accept what my mistress command."

Satine stopped her frenzied struggling and stared at her captor, tears in her eyes, pleading with him as best she could. She wanted to promise him money, or to never report what had happened. She was willing to give him anything in her power to stop that helmet from being laced onto her. She groaned and mumbled in her gag, begging him to not do this.

"Whats that Mistress? You want this hot, leather hood on you? You want to see what its like to be so helpless, so confined, so you can understand what all those men felt like? Okay, your wish is my command."

The helmet was the type that laced up the back, and Eastwick had loosened the lacings enough that it could fit easily over Satines tear stained, pleading face. She screamed into the gag, shaking her head so violently that Eastwick feared that she might injure herself. Still he was enjoying the plaintive wails coming from her, the genuine fear that she was demonstrating. He had heard stories about how much Satine enjoyed taking away a mans very ability to be human, to turn them into faceless anonymous objects that she could then abuse sexually. Now he was very thrilled to find she feared this very thing, and it was the very thing that excited him most.

The helmet settled over her head, and Eastwick pulled it straight, so the nostril holes lined up properly. This was not easy, because Satines panic was somehow even increasing as the helmet was applied. As soon as the helmet fit properly, Eastwick pulled on the bottom of the lacings, and tightened the helmet. Any light that might have been getting through was instantly cut off, and now her head was encased in hot, thick leather. He slowly, with relish, tightened the lacings, each pull sealing poor Satine further in her own personal nightmare of claustrophobia. He desperate cries were further muffled by the leather over her mouth, and her ability to breath was so compromised by the tiny air holes, that despite her terror, she was losing the ability to fight. When Eastwick was satisfied that the lacings had absolutely no give left in them, he knotted them at the base of her neck. Then the attached straps were pulled around and also tightened with brutal efficiency. One over the eyes, one over her head and under her aching jaw. Finally the largest one, over her mouth and the ball that protruded from it. Her pathetic cries for mercy were now nothing more than almost silent useless mews.

"Most other times you are hooded, and you will be hooded for the rest of you life bitch, I will fill your ears with something, to take away your hearing. But I wanted you to hear what I was going to do with you, and to know how hopeless your chances of ever escaping are." Satine could do nothing more than sob helplessly over this information.

"I am putting a key lock on your helmet. You cannot get out of it, unless I want you out of it. I could let you go right now, and you would have no way to remove it from you." He explained to her, knowing that even over her soft, helpless crying, that she could still hear him. When Satine heard the lock click, a whole new round of panic fueled struggling began. She threw herself at her bonds, her arms twisting upward in the armbinder trying desperately to reach her encased head. This new bout of helpless struggles was too much for Eastwick. His dick already was harder than he had ever known it to be, and this perfectly bodied bitch in complete bondage had to be taken now. He glanced at his watch, saw that it was only 3:30 in the morning, and knew he had at least a half hour to indulge himself before he packed Satine away for shipping.

He picked her up, threw her over his shoulder casually, and carried her into the bedroom. She continued struggling the entire way, her oxygen deprivation fighting with her panic. He threw her on the king sized bed, and quickly stripped. He knew that there was no way she would have any lubrication in her state, but he was prepared, as he had oil to allow him to place a couple vibrators in her later.
"I wonder if you have ever allowed a man to fuck you before, Jennifer?" He asked. He purposely used her given name to debase her a bit more. "I bet you have saved that cunt of yours only for your girlfriends, and their tongues."

Satine knew what he was saying was true. She hated the idea of being penetrated by anything, and never used dildos in her sex play with her female partners. She was still, technically a virgin, since she had known from an early age that she found men repulsive. She was shocked to feel his cock on her sex, moving around over her, covered in oil. She screamed into her gag again, and tried to move away. Eastwick easily held her down, and pressed his dick against her opening. She could do nothing to stop him as he thrust his way in. Her nightmare somehow had managed to even get worse. Not only was she bound, and hooded in leather, but she was being raped by a man. Another wave of mindless panic overwhelmed her, as the horror of the situation became clear. Her bucking and terrified cries were only helping Eastwick though, as her own movements come faster and harder than any time in his entire life. He had never had an orgasm as complete as this one, and he actually lost conciseness for a brief second. He laid on Satine for a moment, reveling in her helpless, and the indecipherable sounds she was making. He grabbed her tits, enjoying their firmness and smooth skin. She continued trying to push him off her, without the use of legs or arms. Her sheer helplessness frustrating her. Her mind was shutting down, and she slowly began to breath normally, and quit fighting.

"Guess we need to get you packed up for the trip." Eastwick said, finally getting off her. He slipped his clothes back on, while Satine tried to pull her own legs up as she laid on her side on the bed, sobbing silently. Eastwick noticed her position and said. "Don't worry, you are about to be tied up in a nice, impossible to escape fetal position, put in a bag, and taken to my house. You might want to try to stretch out, instead of curling up in a ball like that, you wont be able to move at all in a couple minutes."

True to his word, within a few minutes, Satine was in an incredibly tight human ball. The first thing he had done was put a nice wide leather belt around her waist. He then attached, thick veiny vibrators to another strap, that attached to the tip of her armbinder, and using a liberal amount of lubricant, slid a six inch one in her unwilling ass, and a eight inch one up her cunt. Her struggles when this happened were admirable, but as always useless. The vibrators were immediately turned on, and they squirmed like giant worms inside her, offering no pleasure, only the humiliation of continually being raped in both her orifices by unfeeling plastic. Every movement of her arms now, only pushed the vibrators farther into her. She was losing more and more of her ability to move, with each application of bondage that he did on her. He then forced her to sit on her knees, and pushed her body down to her legs. Her breasts were pressed against her thighs. He had thought about applying some sort of breast bondage to those amazing tits, but he did not want to cause any permanent damage, at least not yet, and breasts being bound for hours without any supervision could damage them. There would be endless time to apply clamps, ropes and wire to them later.

He had threaded a thin belt behind her knees, then this belt ran over her shoulders, and was tightened. This held her chest tightly against her thighs. More belts ran around the legs and waist, and also her ankles and lower back. She could not move her arms or legs at all now, reduced to the twitching of her feet moving back and forth in helplessness. Finally he ran a strap from a metal grommet at the top of her helmeted head, and slowly pulled it down between her legs, until her head was forced to jam itself onto her knees. He then connected that final strap to her armbinder, and left her on the bed, laying on her side. She was completely helpless now, unable to even struggle in her panic.

He brought back in the large athletic bag he had used to carry the bondage gear that she wore to her house. With a lot of work, he was able to slide her inside of it, and zip it almost completely closed. He did not care that it would be almost impossible to breath in her position with her mouth filled with rubber and her face covered in leather. If she passed out it would be a blessing for her.

He made a walk through the house, making sure that there was no evidence left that he had ever been here. He put the extra handcuffs and tape he had brought in pockets in his leather coat. There was no evidence at all that he had ever been there. He had touched nothing without gloves on, and no part of his skin or hair had dropped off, as he had shaved himself before he had left the house. It was entirely possible that an eyelash or something had fallen off somewhere, but the chances of it ever being connected to him were almost impossible. He had no criminal record, and absolutely no connection to the slut Satine. He went back to the bedroom, and without a large amount of effort was able to lift her in the bag off the bed, and throw the straps over his shoulders. He could feel her feet trying to twist and move against his back, but he could hardly hear her at all anymore with so many things in and over her mouth. He stopped to pick up Satines keys, ripped clothes and wallet, that were on the floor where he had left them, then set the alarm for the house, locking the door behind him. There was not only no evidence that he had ever been there, there was no proof that she had ever made it home herself. He strolled into the dark, straight to the garage. The keys opened the side door to the garage, and also allowed him to disable the car alarm and open the trunk. He placed Satine into the trunk of her own car, thinking that she should be thankful that the late model Peugeut she owned had a big trunk. He slammed the trunk down, got into the car, used the garage door opener on the visor and then easily backed out. He sped off down the driveway, to meet up with roads and highways that would lead him to his own house. That house had been set up for the last year with a basement designed for one thing only. To hold Satine, the Dominatrix for the rest of her life in perfect bondage. He would take her home, make sure she was secured, then take her car to a public parking lot near a train station. He would lock the car, and throw the keys away in the river, take the train home, and begin his experimenting with his new toy. He wondered how she would react to mummification? Or being buried alive? Being encased in full body rubber sheaths, with a pump gag in her mouth, her breasts wrapped with rubber bands and her ears filled with putty. All these thoughts flowed through his brain, as the miles between her house and his changed.

In the trunk, Satine was in a constant state of fear and panic. She was completely incapable of any rational thought. She knew on some level that she was in the trunk of her own car, and that any chance of being rescued were drifting away with every moment. She felt the panic come back upon her, and she twisted and screamed some more into her perfect bondage. If she had known what laid in store for her in the very near future, should would have been even more terrified and desperate. Either way, there was nothing she could do, and her life was no longer her own. The rest of her miserable life was to be spent, bound, gagged, and helpless, a sex toy, a non person.

-the end-