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Chapter 6
Trenka was cussing at Bragk until the gag went in and the device inflated. Jennifer sat and watched, knowing that she was about to witness Trenka being punished for poisoning her. It was little satisfaction knowing that the girl would pay for what she did.
Bragk took a knife and cut away Trenka’s thin clothes. The slave maid now lay naked, strapped to the the rack. Next she was given a four liter enema. Tears ran from her eyes as the water ran in. From the pain in her face Jennifer could tell that Bragk had put something into the enema and that it must have been very hot. As the water was flowing in to induce it’s pain Bragk attached weighted clamps to the maid’s nipples. Tried as she could she couldn’t escape the grasp of the clamps.
Soon the bag was empty. Bragk removed the large tip and replaced it with a plug. It was one of the larger sizes Jennifer noticed. A blow up catheter was inserted into the maid’s uretha and inflated. Next came some sort of burning liquid. As the maid’s bladder was pumped full she wriggled her pelvis trying to accommodate the mounting pain. Once done the whip mistress capped off the catheter and left it dangling. Then she attached a weight to it, pulling against the ballon inside of Trenka’s bladder. As the girl lay there in pain Jennifer watched as more clamps and weights were attached to the poor girls labia. Muffled cries told of the pain.
A dildo holding belt complete with a large inflatable dildo was brought forth. The dildo was pushed home in a single stroke, filling the slave maid’s vagina. The belt was fastened securely running between her legs and around her waist. The straps on it were very narrow, intended only to hold the dildo in. Bragk brought fourth an inflator and inflated the dildo to immense proportions. More muffled cries issued forth from the slave maid’s pain wracked body.
Finally, a large whip was taken from it’s hook on the wall. Bragk whipped the poor Trenka for a long time. Jennifer lost count around four hundred lashes. The girl’s entire back, buttocks and thighs were red and bleeding. She had vomited from the pain. Being gagged the vomit took the only exit available, through Trenka’s nasal passages and out her nose. The smell was bad enough from where Jennifer was sitting, she could imaging how Trenka must be feeling right now.
Bragk stopped to rest, wiping the sweat from her brow. She looked at Trenka who had passed out. Taking a syringe from one of the cabinets she injected something into Trenka’s neck.
‘This is a stimulant. It’ll keep her awake,’ Bragk told Jennifer.
Jennifer watched as Trenka’s face was slapped. The slave maid began to regain consciencenous. She winced at the pain. Tears once again flowed down her cheeks. Bragk whipped her some more and then stopped and sat down. She then looked over at Jennifer who was watching from beneath her brow.
‘You come do this a while, I’m tired.’ Bragk, the whip mistress ordered.
‘Yes mistress,’ Jennifer said, rising from her chair. She unclipped herself from the wall but left the leash attached to her collar. She walked over to where Bragk sat. The whip mistress handed her the large, heavy whip. It was made of leather covered wire. The whip contained eleven major tails. Each one of the tails separated into five smaller ones some twenty centimeters from the ends. Each small tail had a cube attached to the end. The cubes were only some three millimeters on a face and appeared to be made of some sort of crystal. Jennifer felt the heft of the whip in her hand and guessed it to be nearly five kilograms. She walked to where Bragk had been standing.
‘Well she won’t feel it if you don’t lay it on her. Get busy.’
‘Yes mistress,’ Jennifer said and raised the whip up. She brought it down, missing Trenka’s buttocks and hitting the side of the rack. Before she could get into trouble she raised it up again and stepped closer to the bound Trenka. She brought it down again. This time the whip found it’s mark, the bl**dy buttocks of Trenka. The girl flinched in pain. Jennifer set about flogging the slave maid, bringing the whip down on poor Trenka again and again. Trenka vomited again, the foul smelling liquid dripping from her nose, accompinaed by spewing as she tried to clear her nasal passages to breath.
After many, many lashes Jennifer moved down to Trenka’s legs. By aiming carefully she could make the whip wrap around the maid’s leg nearest to her. Angling just right it would snap around and catch Trenka in the soft pubic mound. Glancing quickly over at Bragk she saw the whip mistress nodding approval. She continued to work her way down until she was lashing the soles of Trenka’s feet. Since Bragk hadn’t made it this far Jennifer got to witness first hand how the whip marked skin. The tiny cubes cut in like small blades. Finally after she had bl**died the girl’s feet Bragk told her to stop. Jennifer paused, and let the whip fall to her side. The whip mistress went to the cabinet and brought forth a new device that Jennifer had never seen before.
‘This is a cattle prod. It is used to urge large b**sts to go where you want them to go,’ Bragk said and fired the stick sending a tiny blue spark between it’s electrodes on the tip.
Jennifer’s eyes widened at the sight of it. Bragk then removed the gag from Trenka’s mouth and replaced it with a tube shaped device. Trenka, exhausted didn’t even scream. Bragk then handed Jennifer a pair of gloves and a jar of something.
‘Put the gloves on to keep the bl**d off of your hands. Then smear that on her.’ Bragk said and watched as Jennifer fought with the gloves. She had never actually had on a pair of gloves before but had seen a doctor once put them on. It took her several tries to get her fingers into the correct place. She then opened the jar and moved it quickly away from her face.
Smearing the cream onto the whip cuts on Trenka, Jennifer noticed that the girl was vomiting again. Judging from the smell of the cream Jennifer was sure that it would hurt any cut or delicate areas. Added to that pain the clamps were still dangling and the enema was still stretching Trenka’s belly. The cream, at least, stopped the flow of bl**d.
‘Good, smear it on good. It contains a bl**d clot forming compound,’ Bragk said.
After Jennifer finished she was told to put the cream on the counter and dispose of the gloves in the trash can. Doing so she watched as Bragk removed the clamps from Trenka’s vagina and nipples. She then let the air out of the catheter and removed it from Trenka’s bladder. The girl immediately released the burning liquid. Jennifer watched as bl**d accompanied the urine. The dildo was deflated and removed, along with the belt, from around Trenka’s waist With each device being removed Jennifer could tell that Trenka was slowly relaxing. The stimulant was still apparently working since she was wide eyed.
Next Bragk took the prod and inserted it into Trenka’s vagina. The tip went a full twenty centimeters into the girl. Bragk then held the trigger down as the girl spasmed against the restraints that held her to the rack. She vomited again. This time, however, Jennifer could tell that her stomach was nearly empty. And since the new gag was open the liquid went through the tube, along with a weird sounding scream. Bragk pulled the wicked stick back some and pulled the trigger again.
Next the whip mistress removed the prod from the slave maid’s vagina and set it on a stool nearby. She then removed the butt plug, wriggling it and twisting it to get it free of Trenka’s spinchter muscle. Once out the water flowed forth.
‘Get that hose and rinse the floor down. It’s beginning to stink in here.’
‘Yes mistress.’ Jennifer said and took the hose off of it’s rack and turned on the faucet. She sprayed down the floor, washing the vomit, bl**d and enema water down the floor drain beneath where Trenka lay immobilized.
Bragk watched as Jennifer performed her task. She then took a set of shackles out of a drawer and attached them to Trenka’s wrists. After this she released Trenka from the grip of the rack. She attached Trenka’s wrists together behind her back. Next Bragk pulled Trenka off of the rack and tried to stand her up. The girl slumped to the floor, unable to stand. A collar was attached around her neck and a very large leash attached to the ring in front. Next the gag was removed. Trenka didn’t say anything, perferring to whimper at the pain she was feeling.
‘On your feet slut,’ Bragk said, shocking the slave maid in the breast with the prod. Trenka jumped from the pain and slowly started to try and get up. As she stood she hopped on first one foot and then the other as the now whipped soles of her feet took the weight of her body. Enema water trickled down her leg, the change in body position freeing it from the inner folds of Trenkas intestines.
‘I didn’t tell you to release any more water,’ Bragk barked, catching Trenka in the vagina with the prod. The slave maid let out a shriek from the pain. She then visibly clenched her buttocks together to stop the flow.
‘Here’s her leash. And here is the prod. If she doesn’t do what she is supposed to do use it. Follow me,’ Bragk told Jennifer, handing her the prod and the leash. Jennifer gingerly took the prod, and nearly dropped it, not expecting it to be so heavy.
Bragk led the two out into the hallway and down to a shower room. She then turned on the water and had Jennifer lead the girl into it. Jennifer set the prod down and scrubbed Trenka down with soap and water as instructed. The brush on the raw skin hurt badly as Trenka began to cry. Once finished Bragk led the two girls back up to the stable where Trenka was chained to a wooden platform, face up. Bragk then worked the maid over with the prod. Trenka’s renewed screams filled the room. Jennifer could see welts rising from where the prod had touched.
Bragk then handed Jennifer a small club made of rubber. Jennifer was instructed to beat Trenka with it. Doing as she was told she hit Trenka with the flexible club all over. After over a hundred blows Bragk told her to stop. Then she was instructed to sit and watch. Having rested Bragk was now ready to continue her punishment of the errant maid.
Taking a device that looked like a backwards clamp out of a drawer Bragk inserted it into Trenka’s vagina. She then began cranking on the screws which opened the jaws. As it opened it spread the slave maid’s pussy quite wide. Soon Trenka began to scream from the pain. Jennifer winced, knowing that it must hurt as it squeezed the delicate and sensitive vaginal tissues up against the girls pelvic bone. Trenka’s screams filled the room from the pain. Jennifer wondered if this wasn’t what she had heard coming from the torture chambers late one night several nights ago.
After opening the stretcher device to a very wide setting the whip mistress stopped and looked at the screaming Trenka. Next the metal collar was removed from Trenka as she continued to scream from her pussy being stretched so wide. bl**d had begun to trickle out from torn tissue inside. Bragk attached a leather choker onto the maid and began to tighten it up. Trenka’s eyes began to bluge and she started to have a hard time breathing. Bragk watched for several seconds and backed off just a little. Trenka could still breath but it was work. She had a hard time deciding if she should breath or scream from the pain. Bragk then took some small loops of thin wire and attached them to Trenka’s nipples. The wires were attached to a small shocker device and turned on. Trenka began to twitch at the voltage. Bragk then sat down and watched as Trenka alternated between screaming and breathing. After quite some time she released the choker, vaginal stretcher and nipple wires from Trenka. She then left the room, taking Jennifer with her.
‘Now you see what happens to errant maids. If she tries to have any contact with you again you will tell me immediately. Don’t worry about her approaching you in your stall again while you are alone since she is no longer going to be a maid. She shouldn’t have punished you the first time and certainly shouldn’t have tried to poison you. That is for masters and mistresses to do. She was only a maid and was supposed to carry out orders. Now get a good nights sl**p.’
To be continued…
Geri
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Teil 43Wir rauchten eine Zigarette zusammen. „Beim nächsten Mal will ich, dass du mich auch in den Arsch fickst,“ hauchte Diana mit glasig verklärten Augen der Erregung. Ich grinste, griff ihr fest an den Arsch und knetete ihn. „Mit Vergnügen.“ antwortete ich, dann sprang Diana auf, sie müsse unbedingt sofort nach Hause, sonst gäbe es Ärger und so zog sie sich an, nicht ohne Jennifers Versprechen, dass sie jederzeit vorbeikommen könne, wenn sie sich geil stylen wollte, oder auch sonst einfach...
Please read part 1 first. As Rachael woke up she opened her eyes and was greeted with a pale stone washed wall. It suddenly dawned on her that this was not the boat she fell asleep on; she turned over and noticed another stone wall, no decorations but only two doors. The door on the left appeared to be made of steel where as the door on the right was made of wood. She looked towards the bottom of the bed and noticed a small drawer with three drawers and an envelope on top, addressed...
Jennifer was still in the bathroom when the doorbell rang around eleven. 'That should be Donnie and his friends, ' she thought. She went to the intercom and looked at the video from the front door. Yes, it was them, alright, and on time. "Coming," she said into the intercom. Jennifer opened the door wide, presenting the guys with an unobstructed view of herself. They knew, especially Donnie, that Jennifer was a bit of a showoff, but none of them was expecting what they saw. Jennifer...
I have been talking to Jennifer through emails, instant messages, and on the phone for the last several months and it was now time for us to finally meet in person. We had discovered each other in a chat room quite some time ago during a discussion about a woman's natural tendancy to be submissive to a man, and somehow we ended up going to a private room to further our own discussion on the subject. She was currently in a marriage with a man that she felt no physical, emotional, or intellectual...
Jennifer is 34, blonde, 34D breast with a tattoo on her left one. She is married with one child, and she works for me. I am 51, with salt and pepper hair, mustache and beard, slightly overweight and most importantly infatuated with Jennifer. After years of harmless flirting, I decided to try and take it to the next level. Would it work? I didn’t know, but I knew there was a possibility. I knew her marriage was not perfect. I also knew that when she read “50 Shades Of Grey”, it aroused her. So...
BDSMJennifer was an older woman that worked in my office. She was not the most beautifulwoman in the office, but for some reason, she seemed to me to be incrediblysexy. She had a lovely face offset by brown wavy hair. She had a nice chest,I would guess 36C and a sexy, somewhat large ass. She always dressed to impresswithout looking slutty. I liked it best when she wore tight slacks. This allowedme to watch her ass jiggle as she walked. One Friday, we were in a meeting and she mentioned to me that...
Chapter 7 After a very restful night Jennifer awoke with daybreak. She lay in her bed a while before rising and letting out the night’s urine. Wiping herself and flushing the toilet she noticed that someone had left something on the shelf during the night. She must have been sl**ping more soundly than she realized because she was sure that it wasn’t there yesterday. Approaching the shelf she saw that a pile of fabric sat on the shelf. She picked it up carefully. Normally the only things the...
Chapter 5“I want you to fuck me.”Mark lifted his sticky face from his mother's loins and looked at her, seeing her look back at him, the lustful stare of her brown eyes piercing his.Jennifer wanted to make sure her son knew what she had said, so she curled her upper lip in such a manner that her grimace betrayed how nasty the thoughts made her feel and how nasty she wanted Mark to see her be. She curled her upper lip as she rasped the words again while looking her son right in the eyes.“I want...
Chapter 7 After a very restful night Jennifer awoke with daybreak. She lay in her bed a while before rising and letting out the night's urine. Wiping herself and flushing the toilet she noticed that someone had left something on the shelf during the night. She must have been sleeping more soundly than she realized because she was sure that it wasn't there yesterday. Approaching the shelf she saw that a pile of fabric sat on the shelf. She picked it up carefully. Normally the only things the...
"That was rough, I'm sure," said Jennifer. "Yeah ... well it's been brewing ever since Dad and I moved out," Donnie said. "I just wasn't ready to admit it." "Uh huh ... me too ... I mean ... uh ... You were talking about us weren't you." "Of course," Donnie said emphatically. "Can we go in the house?" Jennifer looked into Donnie's eyes. "Kiss me first ... like you did when you took the ball away." Donnie took a step toward Jennifer, narrowing the distance between them....
Part 1 The dampness of the night air permeated the stable where Jennifer slept. The slave traders had brought her here yesterday after purchasing her from her mother. In her homeworld of Alaytia it was common practice for mothers to sell their daughters to the slave trade to finance their own d**g habits and to pay for the cloning process. Ever since the genetics war there hadn’t been a single male left on the planet. To reproduce they either had to buy sperm at a very high price or they had...
In the Storeroom with the Store Manager The local hardware store has always done well but has not been upgraded in a few years, to see what needs doing they brought in a new manager to help plan and determine the goals needed for increased success. I came in to get some supplies and in the past asked for another person but then I was told that the new manager would be better to answer my questions, during a landscape project I needed some hardware items special ordered so when I needed some...
Part 1 The dampness of the night air permeated the stable where Jennifer slept. The slave traders had brought her here yesterday after purchasing her from her mother. In her homeworld of Alaytia it was common practice for mothers to sell their daughters to the slave trade to finance their own d**g habits and to pay for the cloning process. Ever since the genetics war there hadn't been a single male left on the planet. To reproduce they either had to buy sperm at a very high price or they had to...
"Hi, Zack, do you have a few minutes to talk?" Frank asked his boss. Zack was a partner, and a pretty good boss, although he was as driven as anybody in the firm. "Sure, Frank, come over," said Zack, pointing to a guest chair in his office. "How are you getting on? And how is Jennifer doing?" Zack had attended Angela's funeral, and had told Frank to take as much time as he needed before returning to work. "That's actually what I wanted to discuss. Jennifer gets home at about two...
Neither Angela nor Frank held an elaborate Thanksgiving celebration. They didn't have family nearby, and were used to living alone. Even during the years they lived together, they didn't feel it necessary to prepare a festive meal, especially for two people. However, Jennifer mentioned wistfully that her dad always had one. So it was that Angela bought the smallest turkey she could find in the store, and Frank looked for traditional recipes. Mary, his assistant, proved an invaluable...
Rocky came into the weight room, still drying his hair with a towel, and went straight to a bench. He was wearing only a pair of swimming trunks, and Jennifer thought he looked like a Greek god. Before he had a chance to do any presses, Jennifer walked over and looked down at him. “I didn’t get a chance to thank you for what you did the other day. I’m sorry. I guess I was a little shaken up.” “My pleasure,” said the smiling young man. He looked up at her and liked what he saw. She was...