GEETWO STORIES - PAGE 011
- VIOLET -
PART ONE BY THNDRSHARK - PARTS TWO AND THREE BY GEETWO
had found a happy home, but she was not
The Reed family, Jenny and Jenny's stepfather,
had taken her in several
months ago when her parents had died in
a car crash.
It wasn't hard to get along with those
two, because they also had been through
a lot after losing Jenny's divorced mother
But Violet wanted far more than just family
She knew that Mr. Reed was very wealthy,
with no living relatives other than Jenny
and was certain that she could use her
looks and her body to lure him into signing
over a share of that wealth to her.
At 18, Violet was already drop-dead gorgeous, with a wide range of sexual appetites and experience that belied her years. Her slim body stood at 5'8" with the perfect ass, round but trim, a slim waist and toned, athletic shoulders that made her large, firm breasts stand out in a perky fashion. Ones that attracted any warm blooded man, and some women for that matter! Her face was that of both youth and experience, with long blonde hair to give her a soft look that concealed an iron will and a devious mind.
was the only problem, but as she had always
attended private schools in another state,
nobody knew her well in the small town
they lived in.
If she were to disappear, it would leave
the field clear for Violet and it was
unlikely that anyone other than her stepfather
would care, or even notice ... and Violet
was confident that there were ways to
distract him from complaining ...
It wouldn't be the first time Violet had used sex to get what she wanted and she had no scruples about repaying the kindness she had received from Jenny and Mr Reed with cold-hearted treachery. Jenny had to be got out of the way and after much hard thought devoted to the problem, it wasn't too long before the solution came to her.
Violet's plan had been laid out and refined over several weeks and then she had used her parents' insurance money to purchase what she needed, secretly setting up the large basement under the house to suit her purposes and now the plan was ready and would start tonight, with Jenny.
was an early evening for the two 18 year
Mr. Reed was out on business and the two
decided to spend the night in front of
the TV watching old movies.
Violet suggested that they warm the house
up and fool around, then quickly ran up
stairs and came down in a slinky negligee,
dancing on the stairs like a stripper.
Jenny laughed and clapped as her friend
moved, then she
joined in, wanting to be a bit naughty,
too. She ran
upstairs to find a lacy bra and g-string
lying on her bed, set there by Violet and
in moments she moved down the stairs,
trying to top her friend's sultry moves.
As they met at the bottom, Jenny continued, running hands up Violet's legs and cover her breasts. Violet smiled and encouraged her until Jenny laughed and charged into the living room. They sprawled out in front of the large fireplace and flipped on the TV. Violet offered Jenny a drink and, after only a few minutes, Jenny had slipped into a deep, drugged sleep. Violet flipped off the TV and began undressing her friend. The panty and bra slipped off easily, revealing the trim form of the brunette. Shorter but well built, Jenny had played tennis for years, building her body into a wonderful shape. She also had larger breasts, a fact that caused trouble for athletic bras, but would serve Violet's purpose well.
It took only half an hour to prepare Jenny.
First her pussy was shaved,
then Violet applied a salve that she had
found via the Internet. It was designed
prevent any future hair growth. She spread
it not only between Jenny's legs but over
her legs, arms and under arms. Finally,
she slipped a thick leather collar
around Jenny's neck and locked it into
place. Then she lifted Jenny onto the
whipping apparatus she had carried up from
the basement and strapped her ankles
wide apart to bars at floor level. Her
body was bent forward at the
waist until she was draped across a padded
bar, then her wrists were strapped to
upper bars that stretched away from the
lower posts. A small winch allowed
Violet to pull the straps tight until
Jenny was fully stretched. Her body was
slight angle up, but accessible from all
sides, including access to her
dangling breasts. As Jenny began to wake
up, Violet stuffed a huge ball gag
between her friend's teeth and buckled
it into place.
Jenny stirred and looked around in confusion
as she realized her predicament.
Catching sight of the now naked Violet,
she tried to ask what was happening and
only then that she realised she was tightly
Violet ignored her, running her hands
over the girl's body. She tweaked her
left nipple and, as Jenny flinched in
pain, took note of the tightness of the
bondage. Finally she took a long cat-o-nine
tails and displayed it in front of
"So sorry if you're uncomfortable,
Jenny, " she said mockingly, "But,
you are now my slave girl. No, this is
most definitely not a joke. I've decided
to train you to serve me,
then I will sell you to an overseas bidder."
Violet smiled as she began to swing the
whip through the air.
"First, though, I want to show you what will happen if you disobey."
With that she let the whip fall hard on Jenny's back, leaving wide red welts across her skin. Jenny flinched and jerked at her bonds, screaming behind the gag. But Violet continued, laying down an even line of whip marks across Jenny's back and ass. After half an hour, there wasn't a spot unmarked. She stopped and Jenny slumped in her bonds, moaning and panting for breath, but Violet wasn't done yet. She switched to a heavy leather tawse and moved to Jenny's side where she could see the first stroke flying up from underneath to land on her hanging breasts. The hard leather cut a streak into her soft skin and Jenny tried to pull away as she screamed into her gag, but the bonds were too tight and her body too tautly restrained and her struggles achieved nothing.
The tawse flew up again and again, laying
Jenny's belly and breasts until, finally,
after another half an hour, Violet stopped.
Tears flowed steadily from her friend's
eyes now, falling to the floor after
running across her soaked cheeks. Violet
had stopped but wasn't finished. Jenny
raised her head in time to catch her moving
behind, her image reflected in a
pane of glass across the room. The tawse
flew up again, but this time between
her legs to land on her newly shaven pussy
lips and the whipping frame nearly flew up in the air from the force of Jenny's
reaction. The second and third blows brought a primal scream that pierced
through the rubber gag and echoed
through the room. By the 30th stroke against
her now swollen pussy and ass hole,
Jenny fainted in her bonds. Violet smiled as she examined the tortured body before her, then quickly untied her for the next step. Once again Jenny couldn't move a muscle, but this time she was spread eagled, her toes inches away from the ground but unable to provide support. The basement was dark and foreboding, a sharp contrast to the warm mood of the rest of the house. Jenny had woken as Violet finished her most recent bondage. Violet had chained her well, to the point that she was both extended as wide as possible and completely immobile. The gag was still in place, preventing any complaints. Fresh tears poured down her cheeks as she watched Violet collect a new tool. She glanced down at her nipples and winced at the sight of the permanent jewellery Violet had installed there. Two thick rings pierced her breasts just behind each nipple. The ends had clicked together to form a seamless ring of titanium. In addition, Violet had run a thick skewer of steel through the middle of each nipple, then forced a small rod into the hole. The result was two piercings in each breast, one ring and one rod. She could feel her clit throb from both the whipping as well as the new ring that adorned her.
She had passed out as the special punching
tool had pushed a wide hole through
her clit. She woke to feel Violet placing
a similar ring there. Now, she approached with a new set of equipment.
Another punching tool was slipped
into her nose and with an intense pain
and a click, she now had a wide hole
pierced through her septum. As Jenny tried
to clear the tears from her eyes, Violet
slipped two small metal plates into her
nose. They fitted perfectly on each
side of her septum, with a hole in the
middle fitting over the new hole in her
nose. The tool was modified then slipped
back into her nose. She could feel a
new pressure at the four corners of the
metal plating then another series of
sharp pains. She quickly realized that
Violet had rivetted the plates in place!
Some more fumbling, then Violet removed
her grip on Jenny's head
and, as she pulled back, the horrified
captive could feel a new addition to her
A thick, shiny ring hung loosely from
her nose, nearly to the bottom of her
She could feel how the two plates locked
together and held tight. She began
crying again as she realized the permanence
of the rivets. Violet released her legs, allowing Jenny
to stand on her sore feet. After
a moment, she returned with an extreme
pair of shoes. Like ballet shoes, these
boots forced her to walk on her toes!
But rather than toe shoes with blunt
noses, these had pointy ends that nearly
matched the enormous stilletto heel. Violet
grabbed one of Jenny's feet and slipped
the form fitting shoe on. As her
toes reached the end, she could feel how
they would be crushed together to
mimic the pointy end. Violet pushed them
on hard, then used the straps to force
them further into place. In addition to
straps that replaced laces, another
strap circled her heel and pushed her
toes deep into the point. Even before
straps were secured, she was in pain.
Violet completed the picture with the
other shoe, then admired Jenny's body
as she pranced on her toes.
Lowering a chain from the ceiling, Violet
used a clip to connect it to
Jenny's nose ring. She then released Jenny's
arms. Though she was free, she was
far too weak to struggle effectively and
Violet quickly slipped a strap around
her elbows and pulled them together. Jenny
winced as her arms were wrenched
together behind her and her shoulders
were thrust out. It was a position she
could just handle, but made her feel even
more exposed than before. Another
strap circled her wrists and held them
tight. As a final touch, Violet added
strap above Jenny's elbows and pulled
until her shoulders could not flex back
any more, locking this strap in position.
Taking the slack out of her nose ring
chain, Violet stood back to admire her
new prize. She smiled then lifted a
floor length mirror into view for Jenny.
The new slave girl had to force her
eyes down to look, fighting the ring in
her nose to lower her chin enough for
view. She could see a tall brunette, in
painful ballet boots, her arms strapped severely behind her at elbow and wrist,
dancing at the end of a chain connected
to a shiny nose ring, her large breasts
bouncing in reaction to her struggles.
The light caught a gleam off the rings
in her clit and nipples and Jenny began
cry. Violet only smiled and, leaning close
to her body, gave the clit ring a
sharp twist, then left Jenny for the night.
Stage two of the plan was easy. Mr. Reed,
though more than twenty years Violet's
was like any man. It was impossible for
him to resist a beautiful girl. Just
before he was to arrive home, Violet had
prepared herself, dressing in a long
silken dress that displayed her breasts
well. It wasn't hard to interest Mr.
Reed, despite his knowledge of her young
age. He wanted her, like any man,
and within half an hour, they were in
bed. He liked it rough, she found to her
pleasure, holding her hands above her
head as he thrust deep into her young
pussy. Soon, he was spent and Violet left
him to sleep.
After Mr. Reed left for the day, Violet
unlocked the basement and went down to
visit Jenny. She found her in the same
position, dangling from her nose ring.
She had become somewhat accustomed to
the severe shoes since she was now
standing on them, keeping pressure off
her new septum plates. Violet could see
a thin layer of sweat had covered Jenny's
body throughout the night and a new
sign of fear was evident on her face.
Violet unhooked her nose chain,
reattaching a leather leash to the ring
and pulling Jenny toward the stairs.
After three hours, Violet swung open the
sauna door to check her slave. After leaving
the basement, she had bathed Jenny then
slipped on a tight latex body suit. Jenny
tried to struggle, but the ten hours of
bondage left her arms useless, and the
hours on her toes took all energy from
her legs. Two thick rubber blowup dildos
had been forced into her pussy and ass,
then fed through holes in the suit. Violet
pumped the dildos up until the pressure
of the rubber bladder was stretching both
her pussy and ass. After the suit was
pulled and stretched over her body, Jenny
looked like her skin was made of latex.
Before rebinding her arms, Violet slipped
on a thick rubber corset and laced it
into place. Finally, new straps circled
her wrists and above and below her elbows,
locking her arms into the same useless
position. A bigger ball gag was forced
as far into Jenny's mouth as possible,
leaving half the ball sticking out. Leather
pads were placed over her eyes and foam
earplugs filled her ears.
Small plugs were then pushed deep into
her nose, a thin tube protruding from
for breathing. A thick rubber hood was
slipped over her head and laced into
place. Additional rubber straps circled
the hood, covering the eyes and then
the mouth. The mouth strap was pulled
hard, forcing the ball even deeper into
her mouth until the entire ball was forced
between her teeth. Jenny took this
binding quietly, half out of fear, half
out of defeat. Leading her on her toe
shoes toward the sauna, Violet had attached
a chain to the top of the hood and
then to the top of the sauna, holding
her on her feet. A bucket was hung
between her legs, supported by the laces
to her corset. A small hose was
inserted into the bucket then water was
turned on, creating a very small
trickle. With that, Violet gave the dildos
an extra pump for good measure,
turned on the sauna and left.
Now, three hours later, the bucket was
nearly full. The weight of the
water, as a result, had pulled the lacings
of the corset progressively tighter,
reducing Jenny's waist to a tiny 21 inches.
She looked like a rubber
hour glass! Her breath came as short gasps
through the small tubes in her nose
as she struggled to inflate her crushed
lungs. Violet tied off the laces to
the corset, stapled them together to hold
them fast, then removed the bucket.
An added torture, much to Violet's pleasure,
was the weight of the water on
Jenny's toes. The water had added an extra
fifty pounds of pressure on her
already tortured feet. As Violet unhooked
the chain from her helmet, she
collapsed to the floor.
The second night was even easier. Guilt
had risen in Mr. Reed and, as he arrived
home, summoned Violet for a talk. But
she was prepared as he stumbled through
his carefully thought out speech and dropped
her robe to the floor, revealing her attire.
She had bought a latex mini dress that
clung to her perfect body and worn her
highest heels, their six inches sculpting
her legs. Mr. Reed was putty as she dropped
to her knees in front of him and took
him into her mouth.
For three days Jenny was kept in harsh
bondage. The latex suit, blowup dildos
and corset had stayed on her body for
the duration, only the hood was removed.
Each hour, Violet would add a single pump
to each dildo until they had expanded
to capacity. Though painful, the goal
was being accomplished, stretching Jenny's
virgin ass hole and pussy wide enough to
handle any cock.
Violet played down Jenny's absence to
Mr. Reed, saying she was off with friends
a few days and they were all thinking
of going to summer camp together.
Instead, Jenny had spent one night bound
into a tight ball under her stepfather's
bed. Violet had the most fantastic orgasms
knowing that her lover's step-daughter
was directly beneath them
as they made love, unable to move or call
Violet took this opportunity to discuss
Mr. Reed's upcoming birthday, and the
she had in store for him. He pushed for
details, as she knew he would, but she
would only say that it would satisfy all
of his primal urges and greatest fantasies.
The second day of Jenny's slave-training
consisted of Violet placing her in a chair,
into immobility with heavy leather straps.
Her arms had not been untied since
the day in the sauna and she was unable
to avoid Violet's torture.
Violet ordered repeatedly, "Beg to
be my slave girl and promise to serve me
forever." and each time Jenny refused
respond with the answer Violet wanted,
the merciless blonde produced a thin stainless
and slowly pushed it through the thick
latex and into one of Jenny's breasts. After an hour, Jenny's breasts looked
like pincushions and in the end, she
was forced to submit and beg with tears
in her eyes to be enslaved.
The third day was sex training. As Mr.
Reed left for the day, Violet started
with pleasuring a female, namely herself.
Jenny was placed on her knees, still bound
tightly in latex and toe shoes but with
her gag removed.
Then, with frequent applications of the
heavy tawse to her naked buttocks and
threats of spikes through her breasts
Jenny slowly learned how to bring Violet
And when Violet was satisfied with her
performance of that task, Jenny was laid
on her back and Violet sat
on her face, pushing her ass hole onto
This time, correction and instruction
came by way of the tawse on her pierced
pussy, a much quicker and more effective
By noon, Jenny was begging to lick Violet's
pussy and tits and ass, thoroughly subjugated
and obedient, her spirit broken ...
Finally, the big day had arrived.
Mr. Reed had been reminded of Violet's
surprise and was planning to be home early.
After he left for work, Violet finally
released Jenny from her latest and cruellest
As a final proof of her ability to punish,
Violet had suspended Jenny in the basement
the previous evening.
For twelve hours the helpless brunette
had been hung by her own
breasts, tight leather straps wound around
the base of each until they
looked like black latex balloons.
As her toe shoes had lost touch with the
floor and the winch clicked into its final
position, Jenny had
already been begging piteously for release ...
Violet admired her slave girl, dangling in the centre of the room, her arms mercilessly bound behind her, and ignored her muffled sobs as she clipped a steel chain to Jenny's nose-ring before letting her down and untying her tortured breasts.
Jenny was truly submissive now, having
felt the depth of Violet's cruelty and
dared not even attempt to resist as she
was led by the nose-ring to the shower
where Violet released her arms for the
first time in three days and peeled off
her latex suit.
Violet had installed a small cable winch
in the ceiling of the shower and she immediately
clipped the hook to Jenny's nose-ring
and began cranking.
Once the slack was removed, Jenny was
forced to stretch upwards onto the tips
of her ballet-boots to release the pressure
from her abused septum.
Violet was pleased with the strength of
Jenny's nose modification. Attached
directly to the cartilage, the metal plates
made her septum very strong and Violet
could easily envisage many punishments
she could inflict on Jenny in the future,
using just her nose-ring.
Jenny simply stood there passively, perched
on her punished toes and dangling from
her nose ring as her body and hair were
washed, but once dried off again, Violet
then produced a new and even more severe
method of binding Jenny's arms.
Three inch wide steel bands had been lined
on the inside with a thin sheet of
padded leather and when Violet pulled
Jenny's arms behind her back with palms
other and placed the first band around
her wrists, the two ends met. One end
had three holes while the other had three
studs welded to the steel. Locating the
studs into the holes, Violet used a special
compression tool to complete the connection,
forming a joint that was immensely strong
and totally inescapable.
With Jenny's wrists together, Violet fitted
another band around her
lower arms, just below the elbow and repeated
the process. The final part consisted
of two bands
that went around each upper arm, just
above the elbow, with a short, flat steel
linking across her spine. Using a hex
wrench that slotted into an access hole
in the middle, Violet slowly shortened
the bar and as Jenny's upper arms were
closer together, she squirmed and whimpered
as she felt her
shoulders strained back farther than ever
Finally, Violet stopped and walked around
to laugh into Jenny's tear-stained face.
"Let's see you get out of that, bitch, " she sneered harshly, "In case you're wondering, I just finished permanently rivetting your arms together." And her lips twisted in an evil smile as she watched Jenny's panic-stricken struggles until the terrified brunette was forced to give up and accept the dreadful truth.
the time neared when Mr. Reed would return
for the night's activities,
Violet began preparing Jenny. A large
rubber ball was forced into Jenny's mouth
before a thick leather hood was stretched
over her head. Lacing it tight,
Jenny's skin looked like it was made of
leather when she was done. A strap
stretched across her mouth, forcing the
ball entirely in her mouth. Rather than
a blindfold, her eyes were covered with
a pair of dark smoked plastic lenses.
Much like welding glasses, her sight would be limited. A wide leather posture collar fit around the base of the hood, covering her throat. Violet took the opportunity to check the straps on the toe shoes, pulling them tighter and forcing Jenny's toes deeper into the pointed toe. Finally, she led Jenny upstairs toward her stepfather's bedroom. The room had been transformed into a moody sex den. All the lamps had been draped with sheer scarves, giving off soft light. Jenny was pushed to the floor in the middle of the room. A heavy ring had been installed into the floor there and Violet attached a chain from it to Jenny's collar. Well trained now, she had dropped to her knees and sat upright, her legs spread wide to show her shaved pussy and pierced clit. Violet quickly dressed into a slinky leather dress that fit snug over her curvaceous body.
Hearing the front door open, Violet
leaned over to the newly submissive
"Don't forget, slut. I can cause
you unbearable pain if you disobey."
could hear Jenny's muffled whines beneath
the tight leather, but she nodded in
agreement. Violet smiled, stroking the
smooth layer of leather then darted
After half an hour, Violet reappeared,
leading somebody into the room. Jenny
could see shapes, but no faces through
the dark glass over her eyes. Her ears
partially blocked, prevented her from
recognizing voices well, though she could
hear the conversation. It took only a
few moments before the guest leaned close
to examine his birthday gift. Jenny shuddered
in horror when her stepfather's face pushed
toward hers to admire the bondage, knowing
that he had no idea who she was.
"I hope you like her, Mr. Reed, "
Violet cooed as she watched him circle
"You say she's a slave girl, " he asked, amazed at the cruelty of her position.
"Yes, she is, " Violet answered,
"She was given to me and I've
trained her for you. I would like to offer
her to you for awhile. Perhaps a
month or so."
Mr. Reed smiled as he took hold of Jenny's
nipple ring and twisted
lightly. "I would love to, Violet.
But what would Jenny think?" Violet
see Jenny's body tense at the mention
of her name, perhaps thinking she might
be rescued yet.
"I forgot to tell you. Jenny decided
to attend that summer school. She won't
back for three months."
Mr. Reed smiled, not noticing Jenny give
up for the last time.
"Well, let's get started. She really loves to be taken up the ass. And you probably want to whip her as well." Violet smiled as Mr. Reed took over. As she sat in the corner chair to watch, she could hear Jenny begin to whimper through the heavy gag as her stepfather began with a hard smack to her ass.
almost a month, Mr Reed was the happiest
man in town, happier than he had been
in the whole six years since his second
wife, Jenny's mother, had died.
And no wonder, for at the age of forty-one,
he suddenly had not one, but two young,
sexy girls to share what had been a lonely
bed and provide him with every imaginable
He was a rejuvenated man, his sexual stamina
almost back to what it had been as a teenager.
It needed to be, because between Violet
and the girl they both simply called "slave"
he was getting more sex and better sex
than he had ever known.
Violet almost never said, "No"
to anything he suggested and the slave
had no choice anyway, so he had enjoyed
normal straight sex, anal, twosomes,
threesomes with them and even girl-on-girl
shows using vibrators and strap-on dildos.
The only thing he hadn't done was have
the slave perform oral sex on him and
that only because Violet insisted that
she liked giving oral herself and had
no intention of sharing that particular
Other than that though, nothing was too
extreme to inflict on the slave and even
though he had thought that he liked rough
sex, he soon found out that Violet put
him to shame.
She was absolutely without mercy, whipping
and torturing the slave for the smallest
error or hesitation and encouraging him
to do the same, assuring him that the
slave loved being punished and the harder
He didn't know if that was true, but as
the girl was always heavily gagged and
hooded, he accepted Violet's assurance
and joined in, relishing his power and
the way the slave's slender body writhed
and twisted as the whips painted lines
of burning fire onto her pale flesh.
His favourite was to screw clamps onto
her nipples until the pierced buds turned
purple, then add weights and whip her
breasts and between her legs until she
danced and gyrated madly and the weights
swung and clashed together, jerking painfully
at her clitoris and nipples as her large
breasts bounced and jiggled to the impact
of his lash.
It always turned him on and when he had
whipped her as much as he wanted, he would
simply order her to her belly or back
and take her in whatever way he pleased,
using her sex or her ass as he chose. Unless he decided to have Violet instead,
in which case the slave was left as she
was to endure her pain and misery until
they were finished...and sometimes, much
It was a magical time for him and he loved every second of it, until he discovered the appalling truth ...
happened by accident.
There was a power-cut and as all the machines
in the small metal-fabricating factory
he owned were out of action, he sent his
men home and took the rest of the day
When he arrived at his house, Violet was
out, but as usual, she had made quite
sure that their slave would get no rest
or relief while she was absent.
The girl was in the centre of the kitchen,
naked and hooded, her arms, as ever, rivetted
behind her back, her ankles doubled-up
to the backs of her thighs by wide leather
straps and balanced on her knees with
her whole weight pressing her knee-caps
onto the hard tiles of the floor.
To keep her upright, a chain ran from
the ring on the top of her leather hood
up to the ceiling, but not tightly enough
to take more than a tiny fraction of her
weight off her knees.
It was a diabolically cruel tie and he
smiled in admiration of Violet's bondage
skills, not giving a thought to the pain
the slave must be experiencing.
Then he noticed that her zippered mouth
was at just the right height to be level
with his crotch.
"Why not?" he thought to himself.
Compared to most of the tortures the girl
had endured, pleasuring him might be a
walk in the park for her.
And even if it wasn't, why should he worry?
The zip slid open quite easily, but the
huge leather gag packing every inch of
her mouth took quite a lot of tugging
before he could extract the sodden mass.
He let her have thirty seconds to work
her numbed jaw and lips, then snapped,
"You know what I want, slut, so get
on with it and make it good or I'll whip
the hide off you."
Without hesitation, the slave stretched
her lips wide and as he ravaged her soft,
warm mouth with quick, hard lunges of
his long, thick shaft, she sucked and
licked his flesh in desperate efforts
to please him.
He gave a deep groan of satisfaction as
his seed jetted into her throat and she
gulped down every drop of his salty
spend until he was drained.
Pulling from her lips, he gave a cruel
laugh, "That was pretty good, slut.
Maybe I won't whip you after all. But
if you say a word about this to Violet,
she certainly will."
The slave trembled in terror and whimpered,
"I won't. I'll be good, I promise
I will. Please don't let Violet whip me
and I'll do whatever you want. Anything
To his absolute horror, he recognised the voice of his step-daughter, Jenny.
"Jenny?" he said, "My God,
Jenny, is that you? It can't be. You're
away at summer camp with your friends.
I must be dreaming."
But it wasn't a dream ... it was a nightmare.
"No, " Jenny moaned, "I've
been here all the time. Violet drugged
me and when I woke up, I was chained up
and helpless in the basement. She whipped
me and pierced me and tortured me until
I had to agree to be her slave and do
whatever she told me. And then ... then
you ..." she broke off in a paroxysm
As he heard the terrible story of what
had been done to Jenny ... and remembered
what he had done to her ... his brain raced
at lightning speed.
It was suddenly clear that Violet had
laid a trap for him and he had blundered
straight into it.
The bitch had set him up.
He was a well-known and respected businessman
in the town and if it ever got out that
he had whipped and tortured and sexually
abused his own step-daughter, he was finished.
He'd end up in jail, because who would
ever believe that a young girl like Violet
would be ruthless and sadistic enough
to enslave Jenny, let alone be capable
of seducing and tricking him into believing
that the chained and gagged captive he
had tortured and whipped and taken for
his sexual enjoyment, was not a stranger
with an extreme taste for pain and kinky
bondage sex, but his only living relative?
Even if Jenny corroborated his story ... and
after the pain and anguish he'd helped
to inflict on her, there was no guarantee
that she would ... people would probably
assume she was trying to protect him and
disregard her words as misguided and unbelievable ... especially
if Violet played the innocent threatened
into silence and unwilling co-operation
by an older man, as she undoubtedly would.
Blackmail, he decided, it had to be.
Violet was going to bleed him dry.
"... knees are hurting dreadfully.
Please, it hurts so much."
He realised that Jenny must have been begging to be untied and he hadn't even heard her. Without thinking, he began to bend down to release her legs ... but then he stopped. What he needed was time. Time to come up with a way to stop Violet from getting her greedy hands on his money. The bitch wasn't going to get away with it if he could help it, but it was going to take some heavy thinking to work out how to do it without dropping himself into a heap of trouble.
And if he treated Jenny any differently,
Violet was certain to notice and smell
Slowly, he straightened up and looked
down at the suffering girl he had provided
for and looked after for six long years
as she grew from a child to a lovely young
Then he crammed the wet leather of the
gag back into her mouth and tugged the
zip across her stretched lips.
Jenny was going to have to stay a captive
until he sorted out what to do ... and he
would have to carry on whipping and
treating her as a sex-slave until he had.
Violet would probably be home soon and
if she wasn't to get suspicious, he had
to make it seem as though nothing had
changed and that he still had no idea
who the slave really was.
He had to make it look good and totally
After a few moment's though, he went and
found some short chains, the clamps and
Working quickly, he screwed the clamps
onto Jenny's sensitive nipples, steeling
himself to ignore her moans of pain as
the serrated jaws bit into her tender
flesh, then used two chains to connect
her ringed nipples to her nose-ring, forcing
her head down towards her chest and ensuring
that the chains were short enough to pull
her large breasts upwards so that their
weight tugged at her piercings. And to complete the picture, he hung two
of the weights from each of her nipples
and the final two from her clitoris-ring,
then stepped back to inspect the result.
Despite knowing that it was Jenny, he
was impressed and felt his groin stir
as he gazed down at her.
Bound on her knees in steel and leather,
tightly hooded, her head bowed in enforced
submission towards her pierced, ringed,
chained and weighted breasts, she was
a spectacular sight, the very image of
a totally helpless and subjugated slave.
He felt a sudden, powerful urge to whip
her and as he imagined how she would scream
and writhe as the leather burned across
her naked body and how her breasts would
jiggle and torture her as the weights
swung to and fro, his eyes glittered with
It wasn't as if a whipping was anything
new to her, he rationalised his desire,
punishment was an everyday event for a
slave and she'd had weeks to get used
Besides, if he put a few fresh whip marks
on her, it would help his plan to deceive
Violet and in the end, that would benefit
Jenny, wouldn't it?
Of course it would, he decided and if
Jenny was going to benefit, then it surely
wasn't asking too much to expect her to
play a part in the plan.
He knew that maybe his reasoning wasn't very logical and a bit twisted, but he didn't really care. It was good enough to satisfy him and it wasn't as if anybody was going to argue about it. He was doing it for Jenny and if she didn't happen to know about it, well, so what? He reached out for a thin, flexible whip that lay on a nearby work-top and raised it high ...
had long passed the stage where even the
most humiliating demand of her captors
would compel her to show resistance, or
try to disobey.
Any attempt to foil their wishes resulted
only in the most painful punishment and
she had learned to expect no mercy from
either of them.
When her stepfather ordered her to use
her mouth to bring him to climax, she
obeyed without hesitation as the total
slave she had become, desperate not to
displease him and earn herself yet more
Sucking and licking his shaft, she crushed
down her shame and horror at being forced
to serve him in such a disgracefully lewd
manner and when his spend jetted into
her throat, she gulped down the salt juices
of his release and felt only gratitude
and relief that she had not failed to
His obvious shock when he recognised her
voice and listened to her explain how
Violet had enslaved her, gave Jenny a
glimmer of hope, the first she had had
since she woke to find herself in bondage
and for an all-too-brief moment, she dared
to believe that he might take pity on
her and bring her weeks of pain and sexual
subjugation to an end.
But when he re-packed her mouth with soggy
leather and she felt the agonising bite
of clamps being tightened onto her nipples,
her short-lived dream of freedom collapsed
in a million shattered pieces under an
avalanche of black despair.
Her tears soaked the inside of her leather
hood as chains forced her to bow her head
in submission and as the cruel tug of
weights at her nose and nipples added
to her misery, she sobbed in heartfelt
anguish, realising that even though her
stepfather was fully aware of her dreadful
plight, he had no intention of saving
Quite the opposite, for as a thin line of white-hot fire blazed across her belly, she screamed into her gag and her body jerked wildly as his whip branded her buttocks and thighs with searing, scorching heat, then rose to paint the under-curves of her full breasts with red stripes of stinging heat ...
kicked the door shut behind her and grinned
with malicious amusement as the sound
of a whip meeting flesh reached her ears.
She had been very, very lucky.
Thinking that Mr Reed wouldn't be home
until the usual time, she had gone out
to pick up a very special piece of equipment
she had ordered and almost hadn't bothered
to fit Jenny with her hood.
If she hadn't, he would have discovered
the truth and that would have ruined everything.
But the sound of whipping reassured Violet
that all was well and that her plan was
Mr Reed must have come home early, found
Jenny in the kitchen where Violet had
left her and been unable to resist the
opportunity to practise his technique
with the whip.
Violet wasn't surprised.
In the few short weeks since she had delivered
Jenny into his clutches ... easily convincing
him that she was a willing slave who enjoyed
pain and was eager to be humiliated and
abused and punished as cruelly as possible
by a total stranger ... he had learned to
be utterly ruthless and dominating, devising
ever-harsher methods of torture to use
on the body of his hapless captive as
if he saw her absolute subjugation as
some sort of challenge.
He didn't know, of course, that his victim
was his own step-daughter and Violet had
been extremely careful to make sure it
stayed that way, keeping Jenny hooded
and gagged whenever he was present.
She walked into the kitchen and her eyes
glittered as she watched Mr Reed deliver
a hard lash to Jenny's belly, the helpless
girl's body quivering and her cruelly-chained
breasts jerking painfully as blistering
heat blazed through her flesh.
"Hi, Mr Reed, " she called cheerfully,
"Nice tie of her tits. You're home
He turned and just for an instant, Violet
thought she saw his eyes flash with anger
but then he smiled and lowered his whip.
"Hello, Violet. Yes, we had a power-cut
so I took the afternoon off and when I
saw this nice little package waiting for
me, I thought I'd re-introduce myself."
Violet chuckled, "Good idea. Don't
want her getting bored, do we?"
"Quite so, my dear. And what have
you been up to this afternoon?"
"Oh, not much, " she lied, "Just
window-shopping and I'm starved. How about
I cook us some Italian and then, if you
like, we could have an early night? Just
you and me."
He nodded, "Sounds good. You get
it started and I'll chain our slave up
in the basement and join you."
"Personally, I'd leave the bitch where she is, " Violet sneered, "But I guess we don't want to injure her, do we? Just hurt her, " and she gave a snort of laughter as he began to release Jenny's breast-bondage, prior to locking her in the cellar for the night.
the morning, Mr Reed had already gone
when Violet woke up and she lay in a cloud
of scented bubbles in a hot bath, easing
her stiff muscles and re-living the previous
night in her mind.
He had been almost like some crazed animal
as soon as they reached the bedroom, throwing
her onto the bed and ripping her clothes
from her, then twisting her arms behind
her back and pinning them under her with
one hand while he mauled her breasts and
plundered her sex with the other until
she arched and shuddered in need, begging
him to take her.
When he did, he had kept her arms pinned
while he pounded into her for what seemed
like hours, forcing her to come numerous
times before he finally flipped her over
onto her belly and penetrated her anally,
shooting his spend deep into her tight,
hot ass as she climaxed again and again.
She really loved rough sex and that was
just what he'd given her.
Which had been fine with her until the
third time when he'd taken her against
her will, laughing at her objections and
futile struggles as he forced her to submit.
It wasn't that she hadn't enjoyed it in
some ways, Violet mused to herself, but
he was beginning to get far too sure of
himself and seemed to think that he was
the one in charge and could treat her
as he pleased, almost as if she was as
much a slave as Jenny.
That was a bad mistake, Violet decided
and she was going to make him pay.
Just wait until he found out that he'd
been whipping and sexually abusing his
own step-daughter and that if he didn't
want his life and Jenny's ruined by having
the whole story revealed to the Police
and the newspapers, then he'd better hand
over all of his money to Violet.
He wouldn't be laughing then, especially
when he found out that she was going to
keep Jenny as her slave.
In his house ... or, rather, her house as
it would be when she had him thrown out
onto the streets.
That would teach him not to mess with
her and serve him right ...
Her original plan had been to blackmail
him for only half of everything he possessed
and let him stay around to service her
sexual pleasure whenever she felt the
need for a man, but after his treatment
of her the previous night, she wanted
every penny he possessed and him out of
the way for good.
And anyway, she was getting bored with
him and knew that with her looks and the
money she'd screw out of him, she could
soon find a younger replacement.
One who shared her liking for inflicting pain and torment on a helpless slave and wouldn't know or care who Jenny was, or what was done to her. Violet ached and how...but was in just the right vindictive mood to try out the new equipment she had purchased on Jenny.
minutes later, Jenny was immovably bound
to a massive wooden support-beam in the
basement by wide leather straps buckled
around her neck, torso and waist, her
ankles chained to wide-set rings embedded
in the floor and her thighs gaping.
She was tightly gagged with a massive
leather ball, but the hood concealing
her face had been removed and she watched
nervously as Violet assembled and checked
the cables and plugs of a complicated-looking
piece of electrical equipment.
When she was finished, a thick power cable
snaked across the floor to a miniature
computer complete with a tiny screen and
keyboard sitting on a chair and from there,
several thinner cables went to each of
a pair of rectangular strips of what appeared
to Jenny to be flexible black plastic
with long Velcro straps attached to their
Jenny had no idea what the device was for, but the gleam in Violet's eyes told her that she was definitely not going to like whatever it did to her. She liked it even less when Violet carefully positioned the flexible strips across the upper slopes of her breasts and used the Velcro to hold them in place.
"Bitch slut or slut bitch?"
Violet asked and when Jenny simply gazed
blankly back at her, she giggled, "No
preference? Oh well, I'll choose for you,
She went to the computer and typed for
a few seconds, then walked to the door
and gave a mocking wave, "Have fun,
slave. I'll be back in fifteen minutes
or so to check if you're done."
For a few minutes, nothing seemed to be
happening, but just as Jenny was beginning
to think the machine must be broken, she
started to feel a tingling warmth coming
from beneath the plastic strips across
She tensed, waiting for the pain, but
it never came and she didn't know whether
to be thankful or frightened.
The gentle heat was nothing like the awful
torment that Violet always inflicted on
her and she could only hope that it wasn't
just a cruel trick to weaken her defences
before the real punishment began.
Not that she had any defences left.
When Violet walked into the basement,
checked the computer and announced, "All
done, slave, " Jenny could hardly
believe it, or hide her relief.
Her punishment, if that was what it was
meant to be, hadn't hurt at all.
Violet must be going soft and losing her touch, Jenny thought with just a hint of smugness. But Violet wasn't ...
As the Velcro straps were unbuckled and the plastic peeled from her breasts, Jenny's forehead wrinkled in a frown. The plastic seemed to have left some stains or marks on her skin, but with her head held upright by the leather band around her neck, it was hard to see clearly. Squinting down past her nose helped and she realised that the marks were actually letters ...
Shock slammed through her brain and the
breath exploded from her lungs in a shrill,
distraught wail of horrified recognition.
Printed across the smooth, taut upper
curves of her breasts in precise, neat
black capital letters an inch high were
the words, "SEX-SLUT" and "BONDAGE-BITCH".
Her eyes bulged and she fought to shake
her head in frantic denial, trying to
tell herself that not even Violet could
be so impossibly cruel and heartless.
Until her blonde captor strapped the machine
to the hairless mound just above Jenny's
sex and switched it on.
Fifteen minutes of screaming and weeping
and struggling left Jenny exhausted and
still as helplessly bound as before and
when Violet fetched a mirror and positioned
it so that Jenny had a clear view of her
own lower belly and sex, then removed
the flexible plastic, the sobbing brunette
was faced with her ultimate humiliation.
Between her hip-bones, running in a graceful
curve across her lower belly, she now
bore the shameful title, "WHIP-SLAVE"
in the same clear, sharp lettering as
on her breasts ... but at twice the size.
Impervious to her tears, Violet laughed
with pure delight and crowed, "That's
really fixed you, bitch. What I just used
on you is a laser tattooing machine and
it's state-of-the-art. Guaranteed to tattoo
twice as deep and last twice as long as
anything done with the old-fashioned needle
and ink, so you'd better get used to it,
because it's always going to be there.
And if you're thinking that maybe they'll
wear off or you can have them bleached
out or removed, you can forget it. Let's
see you try to explain that to a boyfriend
if I ever get bored with you and let you
go. Even if he doesn't guess beforehand,
the moment he sets eyes on your boobs
and belly, he'll know what you are and
what to do about it."
Jenny moaned in unbearable anguish as
she realised that Violet was right.
With the evidence of her slavery emblazoned
on her body and impossible to miss, any
future partner she might have...if Violet
ever freed her ... would have to be a saint
not to give in to the irresistible temptation
to find out whether she really was as
deeply subjugated and hopelessly submissive
as the tattoos promised.
And Jenny no longer believed that such
When her own stepfather, a man she knew
to be kind, gentle and caring in his day-to-day
life, had changed into a ruthless, merciless
tyrant when presented with the opportunity
to punish and ravage a helplessly chained
and gagged slave who was unable to resist
him ... and had continued to do so even
after he had discovered that his victim
was not some unknown stranger, but Jenny
She stared down at the reflection of her
tattooed belly and shuddered, stunned
by the knowledge that she would carry
its unmistakable confirmation of her
Whatever she did, she could never escape
her own body or erase the shameful symbols
that marked her as a slave and as Jenny
realised that they invited her subjugation
by anyone with the strength and determination
to act on their clear and stark message,
vivid images of bondage and submission
and endless torment at the hands of faceless,
nameless strangers flashed into her whirling
In seconds, she felt her sex moisten and
slow coils of liquid heat spread through
her belly, for in the weeks since her
enslavement, the intense sexual and physical
subjugation imposed on her by Violet and
her stepfather had awoken strange and
irresistible desires in her belly and
Desires that, at first, confused and humiliated
her, because she knew she should not have
experienced pleasure ... especially such
deeply thrilling and satisfying sexual
pleasure ... from being helplessly bound
and whipped and forced to satisfy her
captors in the many shameful ways they
But she had been unable to suppress the feelings and now, after many weeks as a total slave, her passions had grown far stronger. Too strong to resist. So strong, that pain and pleasure were inextricably mixed in her brain and she couldn't help but want and need them both. So strong, that Jenny was addicted and could no longer live without them. So strong, that if she were ever to be freed, she knew it would only be a matter of time ... a short time ... before unbearable sexual frustration and need would overcome her fear and humiliation and common-sense and drive her to seek the release she must have. Even though to do so would be to risk a swift and involuntary return to abject slavery ...
The tattoo machine had worked perfectly
and Violet was thrilled by the results.
There was no blurring or fuzziness and
even from ten feet away, every letter
was crystal-clear thanks to the contrast
of the black pigment standing out against
the pale background of Jenny's skin.
No-one would have any trouble reading
what was tattooed on her body and that
was exactly what Violet wanted, because
a lot of people were going see Jenny and
recognise her for what she had become
and would always be.
In spite of what she had said about perhaps
getting bored with Jenny and letting her
go, Violet had absolutely no intention
of freeing her captive.
Not ever, for as soon as she had dumped
Mr Reed, she planned to take Jenny along
to a Club that she had seen advertised
on the Web.
A Club dedicated exclusively to enthusiasts
and practitioners of long-term bondage,
rigid discipline and the strict training
of female slaves.
Via e-mail, she had applied for membership
and after having lengthy on-line discussions,
had been accepted and enrolled as a Mistress
with Jenny as her slave.
Unfortunately, she had just missed the
monthly meeting and would have to wait
for the next to introduce Jenny to the
But that was OK, because Jenny still had
a lot to learn if she wasn't to disgrace
herself ... and far more importantly, embarrass
Violet ... in front of the other members.
She would need hard, intensive training
and Violet was going to make quite sure
she got it.
Selecting a flogger with twenty fairly
soft strands, Violet flicked her wrist
casually and sent the leather snapping
over her captive's offered breasts, several
of the tails catching her erect, pierced
Jenny gasped, her eyes filling with alarm
as twinges of deliciously-cruel pain speared
through her breasts and down into her
belly, heightening her simmering arousal
but leaving her a long way short of orgasm.
The flogger rose and fell again, then
again and again and again, each stroke
sensitising Jenny's flesh and adding heat
until her swollen breasts glowed a dusky
pink and her rock-hard nipples throbbed
so powerfully that Jenny feared they would
But she didn't climax.
Every time she got close ... so very, very
close ... Violet slowed the pace to let
Jenny's passion cool a little.
Then she repeated the process, over and
over until Jenny was nearly driven mad,
screaming and begging and pleading into
her gag to be allowed to come, for Violet
to whip her harder, faster, longer, even
between her legs.
Anything, if only she could come ...
And finally, Violet consented to her slave's
Slowly, watching Jenny's eyes widen in
fearful dread and helpless longing, she
raised the flogger and took careful aim.
The leather strands hissed upwards, arrowing
between Jenny's spread thighs to impact
with stinging force on her defenceless
sex, the twenty tails burning twenty separate
fires into the velvet softness of her
labia and clitoris and wringing a wailing
scream of anguish from her throat as the
painful ecstasy drove her to the very
brink of a stupendous orgasm.
Violet drew back her arm to deliver the
second lash that would trigger Jenny's
climax and grinned as the brunette managed
to nod her head slightly, clearly encouraging
her to deliver the blow.
Then she opened her fingers and let the
flogger drop to the floor, "No climax
for you today, slut, but I'll be back
every hour or so to keep you on the boil.
I want you hot and horny and desperate
so that your damned stepfather gets one
last good look at what he's going to be
missing after I throw him out."
And with a cruel chuckle, Violet strode away, her eyes glittering with pleasure as, behind her, a shrill squeal of disbelief and misery and overwhelming, unbearable need rang around the cellar's stone walls. Violet was feeling a whole lot better ...
as Violet had promised, Jenny spent the
whole of the afternoon and half of the
evening suffering the most intense and
extreme arousal and frustration, responding
instantly and frantically to the cruel
bite of the flogger on her defenceless
breasts and between her thighs, but never
being permitted to release the chaotic
sexual tensions pent-up in her shuddering
She was on fire with lust, her sex oozing
a slow trickle of juices that stained
her legs and formed a glistening puddle
on the floor at her feet, her fervent
desire to submit totally and forever,
mirrored in her pleading brown eyes as
Violet's remorseless torment drove her
into a slavery far beyond any limits or
possibility of redemption.
Even in the gaps between Violet's irregular
visits, Jenny's belly refused to calm
and as each session of merciless training
added yet another upward twist to the
spiral of her arousal, the whimpering,
quivering brunette was enmeshed tighter
and tighter in an unbreakable web of permanent
and inescapable submission to bondage
and sexual slavery.
Until, instead of flinching away and attempting
to avoid the burning kiss of the flogger,
her spine hollowed and her hips pressed
forward to offer her breasts and sex to
the leather as though it was the caress
of a lover, her screams and moans of pain
changing to hoarse, muffled cries of exquisite
pleasure and willing surrender.
And still Violet refused to let her come ...
the second day in a row, Mr Reed had given
his men the day off, but this time, their
unexpected holiday had had nothing to
do with power-cuts and everything to do
with foiling Violet's plan to blackmail
After finding out about Jenny, he had
known that he was in an impossible situation
and that if he was going to get out of
it, he had to work fast and keep Violet
That was why he had ravaged and humiliated
her the night before, laughing at her
and taunting her as he took her against
Violet was a cocky little bitch and he
knew she would be furious about what he
had done to her and be determined to get
He was banking on her sadistic streak,
gambling his whole future and probably
his freedom on his assessment that she
would want to see him squirm when she
blackmailed him with threats of denouncing
him to the Police and Press.
If she had been bright and clear-thinking
enough to have already sent a letter to
a Bank or a lawyer, with instructions
to open it if she didn't keep in touch,
he was sunk.
But had she?
He certainly would have in her position,
but Violet was young and arrogant and
might just be conceited enough to imagine
that when he found out that the girl he
had tortured and taken as a slave, was
actually his own step-daughter, he would
be so appalled and devastated that he
would cave-in and agree to her blackmail
demands without a fight.
As he knew he might easily have done ... if
he hadn't already discovered the truth
and bought himself a little time to get
over the shock and make his own plans.
Time bought at the expense of Jenny's
pain and anguish
and he had used the time well.
First, he had rung the local private hospital
and spoken to a Doctor he knew who owed
him a big favour.
The man had been reluctant, but after
being assured that his assistance would
remain secret and that there would be
no awkward questions asked, he had agreed
to supply Mr Reed with what he wanted.
After collecting the small packet, he
had returned to his factory and set to
work, combining his intimate knowledge
of Violet's body with his vast engineering
expertise to construct a number of devices
that would not only guarantee him immunity
from her blackmail demands, but would
leave her in no position to threaten him
or anyone else, ever again.
Provided that she hadn't sent that letter ... and there was only one way to be certain. Arriving home at nine o'clock in the evening, he checked that the Doctor's package was safely in his jacket and that the results of his ten hours of hard, skilled work lay on the back seat of his car, wrapped in sacking, then he took a deep breath and let himself into his house.
was taking a break, smoking a cigarette
with her long, slim legs propped on the
coffee table when he came into the room.
When he greeted her, she blew out a long
streamer of smoke and stubbed the cigarette
out in the ashtray, deliberately taking
her time before acknowledging his presence
with a perfunctory glance.
He felt a flare of anger, but controlled
it, "Had a busy day, Violet? What
have you been doing with yourself?"
She stood up and ran her hands over her
breasts and down her belly and thighs
as if smoothing the skin-tight red latex
of her mini-skirt, "I've been adding
a few ... accessories ... to my slave."
He didn't miss the slight but definite
emphasis on the word "my" but
pretended that he had, well aware that
the display of her body in the figure-hugging
dress was just a ploy designed to distract
"Accessories?" he asked casually,
Her lips twisted in a vicious smile, "Oh,
you'll find it a lot more than interesting,
" she sneered, "Stunning, I
would say. Sort of a final little surprise
for your last day of fun with her."
He knew then that the gloves were off
and that Violet was about to put her blackmail
plan into operation.
He pretended to be surprised, "My
last day, Violet? What do you mean?"
She chuckled coldly, "Well, I only
offered her to you for a month and now
it's up. So unless we can come to an agreement,
I'm afraid that's it as far as you're
concerned. Why don't you come down to
the basement and have a look and then
we can have a little talk."
She turned away and as he followed, his
fingers gripped the small package in his
pocket and his eyes gleamed with steely
determination. Violet pushed open the basement door and
strode over to the post where Jenny's
helplessly spread and chained body trembled
and shuddered in desperate need.
"Surprise!" Violet gave a cruel
laugh, "Let me introduce you to the
slave you've been whipping and screwing
for the last month. You know Jenny, don't
you? Your own step-daughter."
As he saw the tattoos branded across Jenny's
whip-striped breasts and softly-rounded
belly and noted the tremors of obvious
lust that sent trickles of her body's
juices sliding down her gaping thighs,
Mr Reed felt a twinge of pity for his
subjugated step-daughter ... and a powerful
desire to take her and use her as the
total slave she clearly was.
Forcing an icy calm into his voice, he
turned to Violet, "What the Hell
is going on here?" he demanded, "What
have you done to Jenny? What is this?"
Violet's face contorted into a smile of
pure cruelty and malice, "I've made
your precious little girl into a bondage-slave,
" she hissed triumphantly, "And
I tattooed her so that everyone can see
what a randy slut she really is. You should
know, you're the one who's been helping
me. And now, you're going to pay for your
pleasure, because if you don't, I'll go
to the authorities and let them know just
what you've been doing to her."
It was the slip he had been hoping for,
virtual confirmation that Violet hadn't
yet written the letter he feared.
But he had to be certain.
He injected a note of desperation into
his voice, "But, you can't do that,
" he protested, "I'll be ruined.
And what about poor Jenny? She'd never
live down the shame. You were the one
who enslaved her, not me. I didn't even
"Oh, no?" Violet mocked him,
thinking she was secure in her victory,
"And who do you think will believe
that? All I have to say is that you chained
her up and tortured her, then threatened
to do the same to me if I said a word
about it. And I'd have to admit that you
were screwing me, too. In fact, I was
so scared of you that I even tortured
dear little Jenny myself to stop you whipping
me. So stop whining and face it, you bastard.
I've got you right where I want you."
He held up his hands as if surrendering,
"All right, all right. I know when
I'm beaten. I'll give you anything you
want if you just get back the letter you've
sent to the Police."
She scowled, "I haven't sent any
letter. Why would I? I only need to make
one phone call and you've had it."
He struggled to conceal his relief and
elation, then decided to see just how
far Violet had planned to push him.
He let his shoulders slump, "Yes,
you're right, Violet, " he said defeatedly,
"What do you want me to do? And what
about poor Jenny?"
Violet's eyes glittered, "Don't worry
about her, " she snapped viciously,
"She's staying with me and I've got
lots of plans for her. A sex-slut with
tattoos all over her body begging for
anyone to take her and use her, is bound
to be popular at the slave-Club I found
on the Web. In fact, I've already applied
to join up as a Mistress with Jenny as
my bondage-slave. But as for you, I want
all your money and this house and your
car. And when I've got everything, you
can get out and stay out. I'll be rich
and it won't be hard to find another man.
Especially when I let him whip my slave
and do whatever he wants to her. Just
like you did."
As she revealed her treacherous plans,
Mr Reed's anger grew. The bitch intended to nail him to the
wall and take everything he had, without
even giving him the compensation of letting
him carry on having sex with her and Jenny.
Well, that might be her plan, but it definitely
She didn't know it yet, but her greed
and ingratitude had hardened his determination
and ended his few remaining doubts about
going through with his ideas for revenge.
Violet's blackmail scheme was going to
backfire on her in the biggest way possible ... and
he was going to enjoy every second of
She glared at him, confident that he was
putty in her hands and completely broken,
"Take a good, long look at my slave,
" she said mockingly, "So you'll
have something to remember when you're
on the streets. Because memories are all
you're going to have left after I get
through with you. You've had her..and
me..for the last time."
He smiled for the first time since he
had entered the basement, a slow, lazy
smile that didn't reach his eyes.
"Oh, I wouldn't be quite so certain
of that if I were you, Violet, "
he said calmly and as her brow wrinkled
in puzzlement, he reached into his pocket
and took out the small package, peeling
off the wrapping to reveal a short, stubby
tube with a plastic sheath over an inch-long
needle at one end.
"What are you talking about?"
Violet said, watching as he slipped the
cover off the needle, "And what's
He curled his hand around the tube so
that the needle protruded from his fingers,
"This?" he replied, "I
got it from a medical friend of mine.
It's an emergency anaesthetic. The latest
thing, apparently. Guaranteed to immobilise
a patient for up to three hours without
affecting nerve-endings or breathing.
Tiny, isn't it? But very effective, as
you are about to find out."
Her eyes flickered up to his face, then
back to the needle, "Wh...What are
you going to d...do with it?" she
stammered and he smiled again.
"I'm going to use it on you, Violet.
And when you're unable to move a muscle,
I'm going to strip you and fit you with
the steel manacles I've made for you."
She was quick, very quick and was almost
past him, racing for the door and freedom
before he reacted.
He swung his arm and his hand slapped
against her right buttock, jabbing the
needle into her firm flesh at the last
It didn't seem to affect her and she was
almost at the door when her legs stiffened
and she stumbled to her left.
She tried to recover and almost made it,
but the drug was coursing through her
system and as he watched, she swayed and
folded slowly onto the floor as her muscles
He walked over to where she lay on her
left side and grinned down at her as her
fingers and toes twitched in futile efforts
to overcome her paralysis.
"It works then, Violet, " he
said, "My friend assured me it was
quick, but I was beginning to have doubts."
"I ... can't ... m-move," she moaned indistinctly through lips that were rapidly freezing into immobility
"You ... can't ... chain ... me ... I'll ... go ... to ... the ... Police."
"No, you won't, " he shook his
head, "You're not going anywhere,
" his lips curved in a smile, "Except,
perhaps, to that slave-Club you mentioned.
I might take you there. In chains, of
course, as my slave. I'm sure you'll be
just as popular as you thought Jenny would
Violet's blue eyes filled with horror as she realised what her future was to be,.
"No ..." she whimpered, fighting
for each word. "I'm ... not ... a ... slave ... like ...her. We ... can ... make ... a ... deal. Let ... me ... go ... and ... you ... can ... keep ... her. I'll ... go ... away ... and ... won't ... tell ...anybody ...
I ... promise."
Mr Reed chuckled, "Your promise,
Violet? Not a hope, I'm afraid. You tricked
me once, but you certainly won't get a
second chance. And as for us making a
deal, I don't think you're in much of
a position to negotiate. I see this as
more of a take-over. Unfortunately for
you, a hostile take-over and you've just
been deposed as Chairman of the Board."
Violet's only reaction was the heaving
of her breasts under the tight red latex
of her dress as she tried and failed to
move or talk and he nodded in satisfaction
at the effectiveness of the anaesthetic,
then put his foot on her hip and rolled
her over onto her back.
The movement caused her dress to ride
up and as he saw the neatly-trimmed triangle
of golden curls that pointed the way to
her sex, he bent down and took a single
sprig between his finger and thumb, "These
will have to go, " he told her firmly,
"I prefer my slaves bare, "
and tugged the offending hair out by the
It was obvious from her involuntary blink
that although her muscles were paralysed,
the nerve-endings in her skin were not
and she could feel everything that was
done to her.
"Hmm, " he said thoughtfully,
"That was fun. Maybe I won't bother
with a shaver and pull each hair out by
hand. What do you think, Violet? Isn't
that the sort of thing you'd have enjoyed
doing to Jenny?"
He watched her eyelids flutter in response, "I'll take that as a 'Yes'" he said flatly, "But before we get to that, a little insurance, I think. Actually, a lot more."
Violet couldn't turn or lift her head
to see where he was going, but she didn't
She knew what he had gone to fetch and
understood that if she was still in the
basement when he returned, she would only
ever leave it as a heavily-chained slave,
powerless to alter or escape the fate
she had imposed on Jenny...and which Mr
Reed now intended to impose on her.
Summoning up every ounce of will she possessed,
Violet threw it all into one titanic bid
to overcome the chemical bondage which
gripped her limbs, totally focused on
the absolute imperative of making her
limbs respond to the orders of her brain.
For sixty seconds, she concentrated so
hard, that she was even unaware that she
was holding her breath. But at the end of that time, when her
instinctive gasp sucked air into her aching
lungs, she tasted the bitter misery of
Not a single muscle had obeyed her mental
commands and she lay exactly as before,
unable to move, unable to scream, unable
to do anything but stare up at the ceiling
and visualise the awful torment that awaited
She had captured and enslaved Jenny, then
offered her to Mr Reed to be used and
treated as a slave, encouraging and helping
him to live out his most extreme fantasies
and desires, no matter what their cost
in pain and suffering to the helpless
Her blackmail scheme had depended on him
becoming hooked on the seductive delights
of total power and total control over
a slave and he had quickly proven himself
to be a highly-demanding and extremely
strict natural dominant.
Violet hadn't really given the change
in his attitude much thought...it hadn't
mattered because she had been going to
blackmail him anyway and had assumed he
would have no choice but to give-in to
Only he hadn't.
She couldn't understand why he hadn't
crumpled when he saw Jenny and realised
that what he had been doing to her for
the last month was going to be used to
But instead of surrendering, he had counter-attacked
so swiftly that Violet was now the one
facing disaster ...
Trapped inside her own drugged body, she couldn't prevent him chaining her and when that happened, she'd be just as helpless and just as vulnerable as Jenny. He would be able to do anything he liked to her ... and Violet had lots of experience of what he liked. At second-hand, with Jenny as the recipient of the nipple-clamps and whippings he enjoyed so much. Violet stared up at the ceiling, her mind re-living the memories of what Jenny had been forced to endure. And she couldn't even scream as it dawned on her that he had had no particular reason to punish Jenny ... but every reason to exact revenge on someone who had tried to blackmail and destroy him, but had instead, become his slave ....
results of Mr Reed's hours of labour in
his engineering work-shop, were simple,
functional and very, very strong and he
wasted no time when he returned to the
He began by stripping Violet naked, peeling
the latex dress from her limp body then
flipping her over onto her belly and reaching
for the slave-collar he had made for her.
The three-inch wide, quarter-inch thick
band of stainless spring steel demanded
all of his strength to open it far enough
for him to be able to get it around her
throat and when he relaxed his grip, it
closed to a firm, snug fit that he knew
would require more strength than she possessed
Even if it hadn't been for the two pairs
of one-way screws that he used to make
quite sure that it stayed where he wanted
it to stay ...
He checked to ensure that the welded steel
rings were correctly positioned, one under
her chin and the other in line with her
spine, then moved on.
Her arms were next and after positioning
her hands at the small of her back with
her palms facing outward, he slipped matching,
one-piece steel bands around her wrists
and screwed them together so that the
welded central ring was towards him.
Then he pushed the cuffs high up between
her shoulder-blades into a double hammer-lock
and used a short, thick length of chain
and a heavy padlock to connect her cuffs
There was a gap of several inches between
her fingers and the rear of her collar,
but he was content for the time being.
Eventually, he would force her arms higher,
until the rings could be connected directly,
but there was no need to hurry because
as he had told her, she wasn't going anywhere.
For the same reason, when he had fitted
separate cuffs just above her elbows,
he applied only moderate tension to the
connecting chain, knowing that he could
always make it tighter whenever he felt
like it and that by the time he was finished,
her forearms would be clamped together
all the way from wrists to biceps.
Smiling at the thought, he fastened cuffs
to each of her ankles, but instead of
linking them with chain, he used a long
steel bar that kept her legs hugely spread.
Violet hadn't hesitated to use sex as
a weapon to seduce him and set him up
for her blackmail scheme, but now she
was going to learn that her sex, like
the rest of her body, was no longer hers
With her legs held apart and unable to
close, she would remain hopelessly vulnerable
and available for his use whenever he
wanted to take her.
He squatted beside her and let his hands
roam over the enticing globes of her buttocks
and into the deep cleft between her thighs,
his fingers exploring and caressing every
fold and recess of her labia and toying
with the firm button of her clitoris until
he felt her sex grow slippery with the
juices of an arousal she couldn't resist
"Shame on you, Violet, " he
chuckled mockingly, "What would your
new friends at the slave-Club think? You're
just as hot and randy as Jenny. If you're
going to carry on like this, they'll have
to put you down as a slave rather than
Her left buttock jiggled and reddened
as he took his hands from her belly and
gave her a cruelly-hard spank, "Which
is only right, because you're not going
to be a Mistress, " he gave her a
second spank, equally hard, "You're
going to be a slave, " a third spank
burned across her right cheek, "And
you're going to serve me, " a fourth
spank, in the same place, "There's
only going to be one boss around here,
" spank number five cracked down,
"And that, you deceitful little bitch,
is going to be me."
With the sixth spank delivered, he rose to his feet, "So from now on, I'm your Master and I advise you not to forget it."
limbs and jaw ached unmercifully from
her hours of bondage, but her discomfort
was nothing compared to the inferno of
unsatisfied need that seethed and churned
in her belly from the sexual arousal and
punishment that Violet had inflicted on
her breasts and sex.
For hours, she had been held on the edge
of a devastating climax but never allowed
to take the last short step that would
have plunged her into the submissive ecstasy
of a slave's orgasm to the flogger wielded
Time and again, she had been brought so
close, only for Violet to sneer into her
frantic eyes and remind her that she was
not going to be allowed to come until
her stepfather had seen what a hot and
desperate slut she had become and then
been banished from his own home.
Jenny didn't really understand what was
going on, but it made no difference to
her ever-more helpless responses to the
snap and bite of leather across her flesh
and as her passion rose to furnace-heat,
she welcomed the mixture of pain and pleasure
that swirled through her body with soft
gasps of unbearable desire and pressed
her breasts and belly as far forward as
her bonds would permit, to offer herself
still more fully to the stinging rapture
of her subjugation.
Her gagged cheeks flushed a vivid scarlet
as her stepfather followed Violet into
the basement and saw the humiliating tattoos
that had been etched into her breasts
and belly, but her sexual heat was so
overwhelming that Jenny knew that if she
could have, she would have begged him
to take her as the full slave she accepted
she was, regardless of how ashamed she
was of her own weakness and desperate
desire to come.
But she was not given the opportunity
and as she quivered and panted to the
sexual fires consuming her body with white-hot
flames of lust, she could only listen
in horror as she heard Violet's extortion
plans and realised that the merciless
blonde not only intended to blackmail
her stepfather out of his home and all
his money, but also meant to keep Jenny
as her permanent bondage- and sex-slave
and allow her future lovers to whip and
take her for their pleasure and Violet's
Her stepfather's ruin was inevitable and
as she understood that his defeat spelled
the end of any hope of release and condemned
her to a lifetime of endless slavery and
torment at the hands of Violet and any
lovers she cared to take, Jenny's sex
pulsed helplessly to send a fresh stream
of juices trickling down her thighs as
she visualised her enforced servitude
to an unknown number of strong, ruthless
It was the reaction of a true slave and
Jenny recognised it as her final acceptance
of what she had become. In her body and brain and heart, she was
a slave and could never return to the
life she had once known.
Her destiny lay in the chains and collar
of a slave, serving her Masters and Mistresses
with all the fervour and passion that
her captivity and subjugation had unleashed
She would never be free, for she no longer knew how to be free, or even really desired freedom and as Violet mockingly told Jenny's stepfather that he would never have her or Jenny ever again, the deeply and utterly submissive brunette surrendered to the fate her irresistible desires forced upon her ...
was stunned when the tables were turned
so quickly that it seemed like only seconds
before Violet lay on the basement floor,
her paralysed body unable to resist or
even speak as her blackmail "victim"
fought back and locked her into a wide
steel collar and cuffs that held her just
as tightly and efficiently as Jenny's
Jenny's astonishment changed to delight
as she saw Violet's helplessness, then
watched her being caressed and spanked
against her will.
It served her right, she felt as her stepfather
told Violet that he was going to turn
her into his slave and force her to serve
and please him, because after what she
had done to Jenny and tried to do to him,
the blonde deserved to suffer and it was
high time Violet found out that she couldn't
treat either him or Jenny so badly and
expect to get away with it.
She would have liked to cheer when he
told Violet that he was now her Master,
but all she could do was crinkle her eyes
to show her pleasure at his decision as
he stood up and turned to face her.
Without saying a word or touching her, he inspected the tattoos that adorned her breasts and belly and bent to examine the glistening juices that oozed from her sex to trail down her spread thighs. Then he shook his head.
sweet little Jenny, " he said gently,
"That bitch really did a job on you,
didn't she? Well, if it's any consolation,
I'm going to do exactly the same to her,
so at least you'll be a matched pair when
I take you both to that slave-Club."
Jenny's eyes opened wide as the implications
of his words sank into her brain and as
she understood that her service as a slave
was to continue despite Violet's enslavement,
she lowered her eyes from his face as
a sign of her submission to his will.
He chuckled down at her bowed head, "You
don't seem too upset about not being freed,
slave, " he remarked casually, "Not
that I thought you would be after the
way I've seen you change in the last month.
So I guess those tattoos are pretty accurate
and you really are the sex-slut and bondage-bitch
and whip-slave they say you are."
Jenny shivered wildly, her breasts jiggling
and belly rippling as waves of blistering
heat rolled through her body to confirm
the accuracy of his assessment and as
he stooped to pick up the flogger that
lay on the floor where Violet had discarded
it after her last session with Jenny,
she gasped in delicious terror and pushed
her hips forward to the limit of her bonds,
offering her defenceless sex to the whip.
"Mm, it seems that you are, "
he said and as he sent the twenty leather
strands flicking up between her gaping
thighs, she squealed in ecstatic anguish
and her climax erupted like a volcano
to the mixture of pain and pleasure imposed
upon her by the Master who had saved her
from Violet's clutches...but only to keep
her for his own pleasure.
From deep inside her, a towering wave
of molten juices raced upwards and as
it crashed into her belly to flood her
entire being with boiling, seething heat,
her whole body convulsed in gigantic,
unstoppable contractions that set her
arching and writhing in her bonds to the
devastating power of her long-delayed
Her immediate surrender was rewarded with
a further two shrewdly-placed lashes and
as exquisite fire seared through the delicate
tissues of her engorged labia and clitoris,
Jenny screamed into her gag and her sex
pulsed hugely, releasing spray after spray
of her silvery juices in unmistakable
confirmation of her abject and total submission
to the whip of her Master.
He had not even touched her, yet Jenny
knew she had climaxed as fully and deeply
as if he had taken her himself, her body
and brain responding to his authoritative
dominance automatically and unquestioningly.
As a trained and obedient slave ...
It was many minutes before the chaotic
tumult in her belly began to ease and
when her eyes eventually flickered open,
she found him watching her.
The touch of his fingers as he moved behind
her to unbuckle her gag and pull it from
her mouth, sent shivers of excitement
through her and as she worked her aching
jaws, he walked in front of her and held
the flogger to her lips.
"Thank my whip for your climax, slave,
" he ordered calmly and without hesitation
Jenny obeyed, kissing and licking the
leather strands that had given her both
the pain and the ultimate pleasure of
Mr Reed smiled and draped the flogger
around Jenny's neck with its thongs dangling
down over her right breast, "Very
nice, slave. Now you may thank me."
Jenny licked her lips, "Yes, Master,
" she replied humbly, "Your
slave is grateful for her pleasure, Master
and begs to be allowed to please you in
His eyes lingered on the flogger around
her neck, "Oh, I intend that you
will, slave, " he assured her firmly,
"One way or another. Now, be quiet
until I'm ready to use you."
Jenny understood perfectly and as he undid
the wide leather straps that secured her
to the post and unclipped the chains to
her widely-spread ankles, she forced herself
to resist the urge to groan as pins-and-needles
attacked her stiffened joints and muscles
as they recovered from hours of immobility.
"Wait there, " he said, "While
I make quite sure that my other slave
doesn't get any silly ideas of escape."
It took him less than sixty seconds to
increase Violet's bondage, one strap connecting
her collar to her spreader-bar, curving
her spine into the deep hollow of a stringent
hogtie and forcing her neck to arch backwards,
while a second ran from the front of her
collar to a ring in the floor, tethering
her in place.
He checked carefully to ensure she could
breathe satisfactorily, then stood up
and beckoned Jenny over.
"Advise me, slave" he chuckled
cruelly, "Do you think this bitch
is adequately secured until we return?"
Jenny gazed into Violet's up-tilted face
and recognised the anguish and terror
and pain in her blue eyes as she stared
pleadingly upwards, begging mutely for
the mercy that she had always refused
to show to Jenny.
Holding the frightened blonde's eyes with
her own, Jenny shook her head slowly,
"Not quite, Master, " she replied
coolly, "She is new to her slave-collar
and may disturb you with screams or cries
for help. But if you were to use the gag
that I was wearing ..."
Violet's eyes bulged in horror, but she
was powerless to resist as the soggy leather
was wedged and packed into her mouth,
filling every inch of space and as the
gag was buckled behind her head, Jenny
grinned mischievously and added, "And
if it pleased you, Master, a ring through
her nose would make it much easier to
leash her when you take her to the slave-Club."
Violet squeezed her eyes shut for a moment
to blot out the sight of Jenny's smile...but
she couldn't close her ears to her new
Master's laughter, "Just what I had
in mind, " he confirmed, "That
and the other rings that she made you
wear. Like I said, you'll be a matched
pair and you'll both be leashed as my
Jenny turned to face him and sank to her
knees, her body beautifully displayed,
"Yes, Master, " she replied
softly, "I look forward to it, Master
and will make you proud of your obedient
"Good, " he said briefly and
strode towards the door, "Follow,
slave. You've had your pleasure and now
it's my turn."
Jenny delayed just long enough to stick
her tongue out at the ruthlessly-bound
blonde, then rose to her feet and hurried
after her Master, a smile on her lips
at the memory of the hopeless despair
in Violet's eyes.
She was still a slave, still with her
arms rivetted behind her back, but just
for a change, she was the one who was
going to be sharing a bed with her Master
and it was Violet who was chained and
gagged in the basement, waiting in helpless
misery to be punished and tormented and
turned into a pierced, ringed and tattooed
And Jenny could hardly wait to see it ...
an hour or more, the only sound in the
basement was Violet's quick, shallow breathing,
the only movement, the slow drip of tears
from her chin as she wept.
Then, eventually, the little finger on
her left hand twitched.
But it was another hour before the anaesthetic
wore off completely.
An hour in which Violet became acutely
and painfully aware that there was absolutely
no hope of her escaping the steel which
had been locked onto her body.
Her arms and legs and spine ached unmercifully,
her stretched jaws and lips protested,
her arched neck stabbed her with cramp,
even her spanked bottom continued to sting....and
there wasn't a thing she could do about
any of them.
Her mental anguish was even worse, for
Violet knew it was her own fault.
She had been so sure, so certain that
she held all the aces, so supremely confident
that her blackmail plan was foolproof
and that she would be rich with her own
slave to enjoy.
Far too late, she now realised why Mr
Reed had been worried about whether she
had written a letter detailing what he
had done to Jenny.
It would have been so simple to write
Just a few minutes of her time and he
would have been at her mercy and unable
to refuse her demands without having his
guilt made public.
With it as insurance, she would have been
totally safe and untouchable.
Such a small thing and so easy to overlook....but
with such enormous and far-reaching consequences.
For her freedom had already been taken from her and she knew with chilling certainty that that was only the beginning of the price she would be forced to pay for her mistake ...
Three months later.
tall, casually-dressed man swung his arm
in a smooth, well-practised arc and as
the tail of the long leather whip curled
across the hip and snapped against the
shaven mound of the naked girl, the small
audience murmured their appreciation of
his skill and watched a thin red line
bloom on her pale flesh.
She could neither move nor protest, her
ankles locked to widely-set anchorages
in the low stage, nose-ring clipped to
a tight chain that ran up to a pulley
in the ceiling and forced her to stand
on tip-toe, lips sealed behind a shaped
steel band compressing her cheeks and
jaw and concealing the long, thick penis-gag
filling her mouth, steel-cinched breasts
thrusting forward to display pierced,
ringed nipples and arms folded upwards
behind her back, confined at elbows and
wrists in steel cuffs locked to the rear
of a wide, heavy slave-collar clamped
around her slender throat.
Taking his time and moving around her,
the man applied more lashes, painting
her firm buttocks and softly-rounded belly
with stripes of stinging fire as he demonstrated
his Mastery of the whip...and of the helpless
slave before him.
Then he coiled his whip and went to join
the watchers for a well-earned drink,
leaving the slave where she was.
As he sank into the soft leather, he glanced
down to his left, checking that his second
slave was correctly displayed, head up,
thighs widely spread and spine hollowed
to present her breasts and sex.
Like the first girl, she too, was heavily
chained, tightly gagged and collared,
steel rings glinting at her nipples and
clitoris, a chain leash dangling from
her nose-ring, her eyes wide with fear
and helpless arousal as she watched him
sip from a tall glass
"Yes, an excellent demonstration."
"You've been practising."
The small group of three men and two women
were members of the slave-Club that Violet
had planned to join.
The dominant members, each a Master or
Mistress with their own slaves.
But their slaves were not present.
This evening was reserved for the newest
member to show off his skills and his
"Thank you, my friends, " the
man smiled at his companions, "As
you know, I am still quite new to all
this, but I am learning and with your
help, I hope it won't be too long before
my slaves and I reach your high standards."
One of the Mistresses, a small, slim woman
with dark, fierce eyes gave a soft laugh
and toyed with the riding-crop that lay
across her thighs, "Oh, I think we
can all agree on that, " she grinned,
"And if you feel that it would be
helpful, I am sure we would all be more
than willing to assist you in training
your little pets."
He nodded, "Thank you. Yes, that
would be a help. Perhaps we could discuss
The woman nodded and stood up, "Yes,
of course, " then gazed boldly down
at the slave by his side, "What a
pretty little thing that one is and so
delightfully docile. Tell me, is she trained
to serve a Mistress?"
"I believe so, " he replied
casually, "But perhaps you would
care to check for me."
Picking up the chain leash, he stared
hard into the slave's anxious eyes, "Serve
this Mistress as perfectly as you serve
me, Jenny" he warned her coldly,
"Or you will join Violet on the stage,
" then he handed her leash to the
woman and waved away her thanks, his lips
curving in a smile as Jenny nodded quickly,
then winced and rose to her high-heeled
feet as the leash tugged cruelly at her
He watched as she was led away towards
one of the Club's private rooms, then
turned to the other dominants and shrugged,
"I am afraid that one of my slaves
may be unavailable for your pleasure for
some time, " he apologised, "But
until she returns, please feel free to
amuse yourselves with the other. She particularly
dislikes being whipped between her legs,
even though I frequently succeed in making
her climax that way. Should any, or indeed
all of you wish to try however, I have
no objections and should she be foolish
enough to try to complain, I am quite
sure you are all perfectly capable of
teaching her the error of her ways ..."
From the low stage, a faint whimper of terrified anguish followed his words and as the first two Masters rose from their seats and moved towards Violet's mercilessly exposed and utterly defenceless body, readying their whips as they went, Mr Reed ... or rather Master Reed as he now truly was ... raised his glass in an ironic salute to his erstwhile blackmailer and settled back in his comfortable chair to enjoy the show ...