JENNY, THE KITCHEN INCIDENT

BY DVNT

Jenny took a look around the kitchen. She had spent the last two hours cleaning it, as she did every night after dinner. To the average observer the kitchen was spotless, the floors gleamed from the hand scrubbing Jenny gave them daily, the chairs were neatly arranged around the table, perfectly spaced apart from one another. The table cloth perfectly placed on the table so that neither side hung down farther than the other.

The attention to detail Jenny gave her chores would be considered obsessive by even the most strict standards. But she knew that this was what was expected by her parents and anything less would be unacceptable. Even still, if her parents were in the mood they could easily find something wrong with it.

Jenny turned to leave the kitchen when she saw her father standing in the doorway. Jenny quickly sank to her knees in front of him and kissed his shoes.

“Good evening father,” she obediently said.

The man seemed to ignore his daughter and stepped over her into the kitchen. He began slowly walking around the kitchen, taking in the surroundings. Jenny knew what was about to happen. She nervously waited and listened as he walked around the kitchen, hearing him open and close cabinets. Jenny tried to think, had she missed anything? She didn’t think she had but there was always something if her parents looked hard enough. She heard him open the refrigerator. Jenny’s blood ran cold as she realized what it would be today. She had forgotten to go through all items in there, checking the expiration dates. It would only be a minor infraction but there was always the chance that their evil friend would happen to drop by.

Jenny hated The Trainer. While her parents loved her and could be merciful when punishing her The Trainer was cold, completely without personality. Jenny remembered when her training had first started, the trainer had tortured her for weeks, although to the young girl it had felt like months.

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After the water torture when she first woke up he had come in, removed her from the table and measured her height. He then placed her on the Stretcher.

The Stretcher was a table with a series of small electric winches under it that pulled cables in various directions based on how the pulleys were set up. For Jenny’s first time on the device it was set up to pull her arms and legs in opposite directions, essentially drawing and quartering her. To add to her torment a pair of cables were routed down to the end of the table, up to pulleys hanging from a framework over the table and through anther set of pulleys that were directly over her chest. Jenny wasn’t sure what these pulleys were for and doubted she wanted to find out. She was strapped to the table, and the enough cable was reeled in to pull her tight but not uncomfortably so. She lay there gazing up at the pulleys over her chest, not yet realizing what was about to happen.

The Trainer began to play with her tiny nipples, making them hard and erect. Jenny moaned at the treatment she was getting, not used to feeling a stranger’s touch on her sensitive pre-pubescent breasts. She closed her eyes and moaned as The Trainer simultaneously stimulated both her breasts, pushing her chest up into his hands despite her bonds. When he stopped she continued to try and rise up to his touch, completely unaware of what he was now holding in his hands.

Jenny felt cool metal touch her breasts and opened her eyes just in time to see a pair of nipple clamps bite down on her sensitive flesh. Jenny screamed in pain, shaking in her bonds in an attempt to get the cruel clamps off. Her shaking only made her agony worse, shooting a pain through her body unlike any she had ever felt in her six years of life.

After a few minutes of screaming Jenny had become hoarse and weak, she stopped struggling as much and at this time The Trainer hooked the cables over her chest to the clamps, taking all the slack out of the cables.

Jenny was filled with pain anew as her tiny breasts were pulled up into the air, away from her tiny bound body. She struggled to lift herself off the table to ease the pain and had just succeeded in making it tolerable when she heard a loud buzz.

The buzz was followed by the all the winches winding in a small amount of their cable. Jenny’s pain was renewed.

“Every hour it will do that,” The Trainer said pointing to the clock on the wall.

Jenny groaned as the trainer left the room.

The clock and buzzes told Jenny she had been on The Stretcher nearly 18 hours when the trainer finally released her. Measuring her a second time showed she had indeed been stretched nearly 4 inches. Every joint in Jenny’s body ached and her chest still felt like it was on fire from the stretching. The trainer had left the nipple clamps on her but thankfully her nipples were now numb to the pain.

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The 4 inches Jenny had grown that day had only been temporary, by the time her time with The Trainer was over her joints had settles again so that she only gained one inch of height over the session.

Jenny’s dad was standing over her now holding a few bottles out of the refrigerator.

“Do you know what’s wrong with these?” Her father asked.

“S-sorry Master, this slave had forgotten to check the expirations dates.”

Her father was smiling now, “That alright slave, I’m not mad at you, luckily The Trainer will be visiting today and can help teach you about these things.” Jenny’s heart sank, if the trainer was coming there was no use begging for mercy, it would only make things worse. At her father’s command she dutifully rose to her feet and followed him to the dungeon.

She noticed he was taking the bottles with him as they decended the stairs to the dungeon. Jenny followed her father into the dungeon and knelt down just inside the door as her father prepared one of the racks.

He then beckoned the little girl over to the rack and had her step up onto a small platform. He then secured her hands and feet into the rack, holding her into an upright X shape and then left the dungeon. Jenny looked around the dungeon and it occurred to her she hadn’t seen little Johnny anywhere. It was possible he was locked in one of the other rooms, Jenny still hadn’t learned all the secrets of the dungeon under her own home, but worse still it crossed her mind that he had been sent away after all, even after she had begged her mother.

Jenny’s eyes filled with tears. Her own well being forgotten she worried what was happening to him. She thought of the unspeakable tortures that would befall him had he been sent to one of the training camps. Despite her desire to protect Johnny, she was becoming aroused at the thought of torturing him.

Jenny was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she hadn’t seen or heard The Trainer enter the room. Jenny was taken completely off guard when The Trainer grabbed her by her fine blonde hair and lifted her head.

Jenny stared straight into The Trainers black emotionless eyes. The Trainer held up a bottle of Ranch salad dressing so Jenny could see it.

“Do you like Ranch Salad dressing?” The Trainer asked the small girl.

“No Mast….” Jenny was cut off before she could finish her answer by a large ring gag being forced into her mouth.

The Trainer then walked around behind her and grabbed her ponytail.

“Too bad. If you don’t like it now, you’ll hate it by the end of the day,” The Trainer said, using some rope to secure Jenny’s hair to a loop on the floor behind her.

Jenny’s head was forced back so that all she could do was stare at the ceiling. Jenny felt The Trainers hands on her chastity belt and gasped as she heard the locks unclick. The only time her chastity belt was removed was when something was to be inserted in her pussy. If he planned to torture her with things from the kitchen she couldn’t help but think the worst.

Jenny heard The Trainer going through the bottles from the kitchen. Then she heard footsteps approaching her. She saw The Trainer looking down at her and tried to cry though her gag as a jar of mayonnaise was slowly emptied into her open mouth. Jenny tried to swallow the sticky nasty stuff as soon as it was poured in but it flowed so slowly that by the time the jar was emptied.

Jenny hung limply in her bonds, gasping for air. She listened as The Trainer began fiddling with the bottles again, she heard him pour the contents of one bottle into another and then the sound of glass breaking as the empty bottle was thrown into the trash can. A large dildo was held over Jenny’s face and she could smell peppers on it. The dildo was set aside and Jenny felt something enter her pussy. Not the large dildo but something pointy and plastic. She felt a liquid being sprayed into her pussy and the room was filled with the scent of lemons. Once the flow of liquid stopped the plastic thing was replaced by the dildo.

As Jenny felt a burning sensation start in her loins The Trainer whispered in her ear, “I mixed some hot sauce with some lemon juice and sprayed that up in you. Then I put a dildo in to hold it all in place, of course, first I coated it with some Jalapeno peppers.”

Jenny shook as the fire raged from within, she struggled in her bonds and tried to force the dildo from her. The Trainer stepped back and watched the girl suffer for a moment before leaving the dungeon. Jenny hung limply in her bonds, trying to keep her mind off the burning.

A short time later the trainer returned. Jenny looked up miserably as the trainer slowly circled her. He stopped behind Jenny and she felt the tip of his cock at the entrance to her ass. Jenny relaxed her sphincter to allow him access.

The trainer eased his cock into her and gave a few long slow thrusts. The trainer pulled nearly all the way out of the little girl’s ass so only the tip was still in her. He then gave a powerful thrust, impaling her fully on his member. Jenny felt the full length of The Trainer’s manhood in her rear, felt it rub the dildo still lodged in her burning pussy. Jenny moaned at the feeling as he began giving powerful full thrusts. Jenny’s tiny frame shook and shuddered in its bonds at the force of The Trainer’s rape.

Finally, just as Jenny felt his hot seed fill her bowels, a sharp pain radiated from her arm and the world went black.

Jenny awoke strapped to the water torture table as cold water rained down on her body. Her jaw ached from the ring gag, her scalp was sore from her hair being pulled, and her pussy still hurt. Fortunately the dildo had been removed.

Jenny saw her mother standing nearby, away from the spray of the water, a hose with a special nozzle in her hand. As the shower form the ceiling stopped she approached the table and undid the bonds holding Jenny in place.

Jenny obediently allowed her mother to administer three douches and three enemas with the icy water from the hose before allowing herself to be lead upstairs to be bound to her bed for the night.

As Jenny drifted off to sleep her thoughts returned again to little Johnny. She felt herself become wet remembering him handcuffed to the scaffolding in the mall and the blwojob she had given him on the van ride home.