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The Gift {Thndrshark} (M/F, F/F, Cons Becomes NC, Humil, Rubber, BD, SM, Anal,
Oral, Mdom/FSub, Tort, Exhib, Tort, Toys, Viol, WS, Caution)
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WARNING:
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for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit
sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, DO NOT read
any further. If it is illegal in your location, DO NOT read it.
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DISCLAIMER:
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This story deals with adult situations. It is illegal for anyone under the age
of 18 to read this story. If you are under 18, please leave immediately.
(A quick story I threw together. See if you can guess which celebrities
inspired me!)
The Gift
by Thndrshark
thndrshark@aol.com (Thndrshark)
Part 1
Jennifer glanced at her watch and wondered where her friend was. Standing
outside the local electronics store, she was impatient to get this over with.
Her boyfriend's birthday was the next day and she still couldn't decide what to
get him. She knew this was an important moment in their relationship. She had
recently graduated from high school and moved in with John, her senior by 3
years, and they had already spoken of spending the rest of their lives
together. His turning 21 not only marked an important moment in his life, but
was also the first time they could officially celebrate an occasion as an adult
couple. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't find anything
appropriate. She had already considered everything from a trip to a new watch,
but they didn't seem to fit the right mood. She had always been bad at this
gift thing. She knew he put on a good face when he had opened previous
presents. But she could see his disappointment sneaking through as he held up
socks or a new CD. And whenever he gave gifts to her, they always seemed to be
the perfect thing for the moment, gifts that innevitably brought tears to her
eyes.
She finally caught site of Sarah across the parking lot and waved her down. She
ran up, out of breath, but looking none the worse for wear, as usual.
"I'm sorry I was late," she started while still several feet away. "I couldn't
get away."
Jennifer was just glad she was finally here. "No problem. I appreciate you
coming." Sarah looked up the store front they now stood in front of.
"Is this what you're reduced to?" She was smiling, but she could see the
troubled look in her friend's eyes.
"I have no idea," Jennifer said. "I want something really special, something
he'll never forget. I doubt we'll find it here but I have no clue what else to
try."
Jennifer and Sarah had been friends since child hood. Both very different, they
none-the-less had something in common; their uncommon beauty. Jennifer had an
innocent, friendly face, complimented by long, dark, softly curled hair, large,
firm breasts and a thin frame. She was probably the single most sought after
girl when she was in high school, with the choice of boyfriends at her
fingertips. Sarah shared a similar level of beauty. But where Jennifer may have
been the innocent engeneu, Sarah was the strong leading lady type. A little
taller than Jennifer at 5'2", she was more of the vixen. Her shoulder length
sandy blonde hair offset her deep, dark eyes and glamorous face. But more so
than her beauty, you could see her thinking. She certainly wasn't as vuluptous
as her friend, a point that wasn't lost on her, but she held her own in the
field of men.
"You're thinking too simple, Jen," Sarah goaded. " What do all guys want?"
"Well, sex, I guess."
"Is John any different?"
"No. He probably has a more refined taste, but it all boils down to sex,
anyway." They both laughed at this. Jennifer had always confided everything in
her friend. Even when John started teasing her with ideas of wearing tight
latex outfits or threatening to give her a sound spanking. Slowly, John
revealed a darker side that often surprised and shocked Jennifer. But Sarah was
never shocked. Instead she encouraged her friend to experiement, knowing that
his fantasies were the best way to his heart.
"No better way to a man's heart than through his pants," Sarah proclaimed.
Jennifer nodded.
"Ok. Then what do you suggest?"
Sarah seemed to muse for a moment. "Well... if he had his ultimate fantasy,
what do you think it would be?"
Jennifer blushed at the thought that crossed her mind. But she knew her friend
enough to know she wouldn't be surprised. "I think he would love to have me as
his sex slave for a night."
Sarah smiled at that, glancing over Jennifer's body. "You would make a good
little slave, wouldn't you!" They both laughed, though Jennfer's was a bit more
forced.
"Ok, if you're serious about this, then you have to trust me fully, ok?"
Jennifer shrugged her shoulders. "I really don't know what else to do." She
waved her hand in front of her. "Lead the way."
________________________________________
Jennifer waited nervously in John's living room. She smoothed her sun dress
across her legs and looked at her watch, wondering what was keeping Sarah. John
had been sent off for the afternoon to some sporting event, a gift from his
friends at work, leaving the girls at home to get ready for his "big surprise."
They had agree to meet at his place by 3:00pm and Jennifer had arrived right on
time, letting herself into the home with her key. Sarah had borrowed John's key
as well, so she had expected to find her friend already here. Instead, the
house seemed empty. She took a seat in the living room, trying to distract
herself with television. The old mansion, an inheritance from John's
grandparents, seemed to loom over her, its dark woods and foreboding design
making her uncomfortable. She had always felt a little uncomfortable in the
house, but she knew she had to start calling it home.
She nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard footsteps from upstairs. As
she turned to see who it was, she heaved a sigh of relief when she saw Sarah.
"You scared the hell out of me," she said.
"I'm sorry. I came over early to get some things ready upstairs for your big
night." She grinned in excitement. "Are you ready?" Jennifer watched as she set
down a large duffle bag.
"I guess so," she mumbled.
"Ok, then let's just start here." Sarah dropped the bag and started pulling out
a collection of strange objects. "Get undressed. Did you do what I told you?"
Jennifer began slipping off her sun dress, revealing her young body and newly
shaved pussy. "Yes, but it feels really weird."
Sarah took a glance, smiling at the sight of her. "You look perfect. Come over
here." Jennifer walked over to her friend, feeling very self conscious. But
Sarah had seen her naked many times, and they had even had a short lived and
exciting lesbian moment a few years ago, though it had only consisted of some
kissing and touching. Her friend knew her body well and she knew there was no
reason to be embarrassed.
"Turn around and lit your hair up," Sarah commanded. As Jennifer held her hair
up high, she could feel her friend placing a wide collar around her neck. The
band fit snuggly, then a click told her a small padlock held it into place. She
touched the strange piece of leather around her neck, feeling the cool steel of
a ring dangling from the front. She could feel a strange tingling between her
legs as she responded to the feeling. She was getting aroused! Jennifer knew
she was sort of interested in these types of games. Though her shy nature often
appeared as prudishness, she found herself daring John to punish her now and
then, encouraging him to bind her hands. It was rare that they did these
things, but she knew he was always the most aroused when they did. And she had
to admit that she was also.
"Put your hands behind your back, palms touching." Jennifer pressed her wrists
together, knowing what was next. The cool leather strap slipped around her
wrists and pulled snug until she couldn't move them apart. She soon felt
another strap around her elbows and her friend began pulling them together. She
was limber enough to manage this form of restriction, but the feeling of her
breasts being forced out and her shoulders back made her feel even more
vulnerable. Sarah finished binding her arms then rotated her to face a mirror
in the corner. Standing behind Jennifer, holding shoulders, Sarah could feel
the lust in her heart, as she examined her bound friend. She couldn't resist
running her fingers down across her breasts, feeling them grow beneath her
fingers.
"I should keep you for myself, she whispered in Jennifer's ear. She could feel
a shiver run through her friend's body, despite the warmth of the room. Her
hands caressed down and over Jennifer's firm breasts then over her flat
stomach. Jennifer was getting even more wet, not only from her friend's touch,
but also from the sight of her own bound form. Rather than the amateur dog
collar or soft rope that John had used on her in the past, the thick leather
around her neck and the wide straps holding her arms together behind her made
her look just like the dark fantasies she had dreamt. She was both scared and
excited by the image before her.
"Let me finish then we can head upstairs," said Sarah, reaching into the bag
once more. Jennifer looked down at the strange object that Sarah held to her
lips. The large red rubber ball looked far too large to fit into her young
mouth. But she had agreed to go along with the plan, and reluctantly opened up.
Sarah pushed the ball by her teeth, forcing the gag deep into her mouth.
Jennifer almost choked on the enormous size as the rubber sank in, but had no
chance to complain. The leather strap connected was quickly, and Sarah gave it
an extra tug to pull it deeper into her friend's mouth, eliciting a muffled
whimper. Sarah caressed her hair to calm her down, then looked her in the eyes.
"Do you want to do the shoes, too?" Jennifer thought of the painful ballet
shoes she had tried on at the store. She knew they made her long legs look even
more sexy, but she also knew that they were very painful to walk on. But she
was determined to go all the way, and didn't want to stop now. She nodded.
"Good girl," Sarah said, reaching back into the bag. The menacing shoes made
Jennifer's heart skip a beat, but she allowed Sarah to sit her down on a
footstool and lace the shoes on. Finally, she was lifted back on her feet. She
wanted to cry out immediately as her toes pressed into the end of the shoes and
her calves stretched. She now towered over her friend, but was also at her
mercy. Sarah smiled again then laced a finger into Jennifer's collar ring and
led her up the stairs.
________________________________________
Jennifer was getting nervous. It seemed like she had been waiting here for
several hours. She tried to shift her position, but the straps allowed her
little room. Sarah had led her into John's master bedroom and Jennifer had
stopped surprised at the door. The room, already made up of dark woods and a
large wrought iron bed, had been enhanced by a collection of equipment and
furniture that made the room look like a dungeon. Chains dangled off the bed
frame, metal cuffs connected to the end and harsh looking whips laid about.
Sarah had led Jennifer to the middle of an open space near the base of the bed
and pushed her onto her knees. A heavy chain connected from an ancient ring set
in the floor to the front of her collar. The weight seemed to pull her body
down to the floor and she struggled to stay upright. She could feel as Sarah
attached s spreader bar between her knees and ankles, forcing her to expose her
newly shaved pussy. At that, Sarah had kissed her friend on the head.
"I'm going to make up a story for you, something that will get his blood
rolling. Just play along, ok?" Jennifer had little choice but to nod, then
watch her friend leave her.
She spent the time trying to see how Sarah had modified the room. But the
lighting was spotty and dark, making it difficult to see well. She could only
see the glints of light glancing off dangerous steel.
Despite the heavy chain dragging on her neck, Jennifer was forced to maintain a
very erect posture, the straps holding her arms together behind her forced her
back straight. As her eyes adjusted to the light, she caught sight of a mirror
and her dim reflection. She could see how she would look to John. She was truly
a slave now, completely bound and immobile. Her pussy was wet and she wished
she could touch herself, or even close her legs. But the knee spreader kept her
legs wide and removed any possibility of self pleasure.
She jumped at the sound of voices outside. She expected John but she could also
pick out Sarah voice. She was surprised, but not too much, thinking perhaps
that John was making her stay until he discovered her surprise. The voices grew
louder until, just outside the door, she could hear Sarah's voice.
"I know you've fantasized about this, John," she could hear Sarah say. "Now's
your chance. Jennifer is now your sex slave and she asked me to help you train
her." Jennifer was shocked to hear this. She had never intended for Sarah to be
a part of this. She figured she would be found by John, have a fun night of
love making and that would be that. Now, her best friend was making it into
something much more. She suddenly remembered her friend's words. This was part
of the fantasy. Well, one of her fantasies had included Sarah dominating her,
so maybe this would make it come true.
"So, what do you get out of this?" John was just outside the door, pausing
before entering.
"I think you and I would make a great master and mistress team. Jennifer will
need a lot of training. Even though she was so certain she wanted to be your
slave, I think she's in for more than she thought."
"How far are we going to take her," he asked.
"All the way," Sarah responded. "If you don't want her after awhile, we can
sell her and make some money. I'm sure she would command a good price."
Jennifer was shocked to hear this, but she knew it must be part of the story.
Finally, the door opened and John entered. He must stopped at the door,
examining the changes to his room, until his eyes stopped on his girlfriend's
bound form. Jennifer kept her head bowed in submission, remembering some book
about not looking her master in the eyes. She could see his boots approach,
then his hand reached down and lifted her chin. She could see his passion in
his eyes and at that moment was determined to live up the fantasy, if anything
just to make this the best gift he had ever received. She knew she must be a
sight, her long, dark hair cascading past the padlocked collar onto her harshly
bound arms. He lifted her chin until the heavy chain stopped her head from
rising more.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" She looked into his eyes and nodded. "You
want to be my slave?" Again, she nodded. "You'll do anything I command?" A nod
again. "You will be mine to own?" Yes, she signaled. She watched him smile and
release her chin. She glanced behind him if only to give Sarah a thankful look
and was shocked at how her friend looked. Rather than the old jeans and blouse
she wore earlier, she almost didn't recognize her now. Towering on six inch
heeled patent boots, Sarah was clad in long rubber leggings that gleamed in the
light. A skimpy latex G-string hid just beneath a rubber garter belt. Her long
arms were also covered in rubber gloves that reached nearly to her shoulders.
Her breasts were exposed, supported by a rubber push up bra, forcing her large
breasts to standout even more. She was a beautiful sight, but a surprise to her
friend. Sarah finally looked down and her smile did not reassure Jennifer.
________________________________________
She didn't know what to do other than lick. She had been left on the floor at
first and Sarah had undressed her boyfriend then slipped to her knees and
licked his cock to life. Jennifer was too shocked to look away. Finally, John
lifted Sarah to her feet and pushed her over onto the bed. He slipped his large
cock into her friend's pussy and began pumping her hard. Jennifer couldn't
believe what she was seeing. Rather than a present for her boyfriend, the night
was quickly turning into a personal nightmare. She could only watch as her best
friend was fucked hard by her boyfriend, a position she had hoped to be in by
now. Tears began running down her cheeks.
She had been lifted off the floor and placed on her back. John held up her
ankle spreader to keep her on the bed, then nodded to Sarah. She watched as
Sarah pulled the gag from her mouth. Her jaw ached so bad, she wasn't able to
speak at first. This gave Sarah time to slip off her g-string and position her
pussy over Jennifer's face. Without hesitation, she literally sat down on her
friend's face. She tried to cry out but the sharp sting of a strap on her bare
pussy stopped her. Sarah had selected a rubber strap an began encouraging her
new slave.
"Lick my pussy, slave," Sarah commanded, then swung down again. The feeling of
the rubber striking her clit pushed her tongue from her mouth, discovering
Sarah's damp, and also newly shaved pussy. She didn't know what was happening
but she knew she could not take the pain she felt between her legs. She began
sucking quickly.
"She responds nicely, John," Sarah cooed as a flush of excitement crossed her
face. "Have you ever fucked her up the ass?" Jennifer froze at that question,
illiciting another sharp slap on her pussy.
"No, she would never let me," John responded.
"Well what she wants is no longer an issue, is it," Sarah pointed out. John
nodded ad lifted Jennifer's ankle spreader higher. She could feel a pressure
against her virgin asshole, then a sudden push and sharp pain as her boyfriend
entered her ass. She tried to scream but Sarah only sat down harder on her face
and added another strap to the increasingly red area between her legs.
Jennifer, tears now streaming from her eyes, doubled her efforts on the pussy
forced into her face, trying to ignore the harsh penetration.
________________________________________
John had pulled out when Sarah had come to a screaming orgasm, then lifted
Jennifer off the bed and stood her on her ballet shoes. She was weak, not only
from her bound position, but also from the brutal assault upon her mind. She
didn't notice much as her ankles were attached to rings on the foor and a chain
was attached to bound wrists. Without warning the chain was cranked up, forcing
her to bend at the waist. Her arms were pulled up until her wrists pointed to
the ceiling, causing intense pain in her shoulders. Jennifer barely noticed as
Sarah placed her friend's hair into a ponytail, laced with an extra piece of
leather, then attached the strap to her elbow bondage. Sarah pulled back hard,
forcing Jennifer's head back until her face pointed forward, then tied off the
strap. As John examined some of the toys, Sarah leaned in and whispered to her
friend.
"I'm sorry about not telling you, Jen," Sarah apologized. I found a note you
had written to me a few months ago, telling me about one of your fantasies. You
had said you really wanted to do this for John." Jennifer remembered a note she
had written to her friend some months ago, sharing a dream she had had. She
never intended it to become a reality.
"Sarah, this isn't what I wanted," she croaked, unable to say more. Her scalp
was beginning to ache from her hair being pulled back hard and her toes had
begun to throb from their restricted position. She was exhausted from the
ordeal she had experienced, and only hoped it would end soon.
"I know, but John is so happy," Sarah touched her cheek. "I'm sorry I got
involved but this is definitely the best gift you've ever given him. Don't ruin
it by not playing along." Jennifer had to admit she had never seen her
boyfriend so excited. She had expereinced fantasies of this nature in the past,
so she had to admit she was turned on too. But she didn't imagine the pain and
humiliation.
"I'll play along, Sarah," she whispered. "I trust you." Sarah smiled and
stepped away as John came back.
"This is some amazing stuff, Sarah. Are you sure we can use it on Jennifer?"
"Just ask her, John." He leaned over to his girlfriend, his cock still hard in
front of her, and growing even harder at the sight of his helpless new slave.
"Tell me what I can do to you, Jennifer," John commanded. She knew she had to
play along to avoid ruining his present. She just hoped she never actually
experienced all of this.
"I'm yours to do with as you please, master," Jennifer said. "My life and my
very existence is in your hands. I am yours to train, punish, share or sell as
you see fit, master. I only want to please you and serve you, and whomever you
want me to please or serve."
"You see? I told you," Sarah said.
"Ok. I guess she's my slave now," John said in amazement. "I just can't believe
it! She was so nice and wholesome. I can't believe she wants to be a sex slave
for life!"
Jennifer jumped. Did he say life? She wanted to look at his face, at Sarah's
face, to see if they were joking. Was this part of the game? When would be know
the truth? Jennifer was speechless.
"Let's have some fun," John said, standing in front of Jennifer's mouth.
Without much warning, he shoved his hard cock deep into her mouth and down her
throat, then began fucking her face. She could taste her own asshole on her
tongue, causing her to gag slightly. But she had little choice to resist. She
was bound immobile, her face exposed for just such an abuse. She could barely
breath in between strokes. She could sense that Sarah had moved behind her and
suddenly she felt a sharp strike and heard the slap of a wide paddle on her
ass. She nearly choked at the sound, feeling the burn and sting of the wide
rubber paddle on her ass. Sarah added another, then another to each cheek,
turning Jennifer's ass into a cherry red and bringing fresh tears to her eyes.
Finally, Sarah stopped, but quickly appeared beneath her. Suddenly, her nipples
burst into fire from the sharp clamps Sarah applied. She felt like they would
be cut off by the hard steel. She felt as her friend applied weights to the
chains dangling beneath her, further stretching her breasts beneath her.
Jennifer could feel John getting close to cumming. He pulled out just before,
resting his cock on the tip of her tongue.
"She always hated tasting cum," John commented to Sarah. "I guess I can do this
now." His cum launched out of his cock, laying across Jennifer's tongue. "Don't
swallow, slave." John commanded as the white substance collected on his new
slave's tongue. Finally spent, John leaned over to look at the cum pooled on
Jennifer's tongue.
"How do you like that, slave," he asked. "I have a whole list of things you
used to hate, but now you're my slave, I guess you will learn to love them!"
With that he stood and left the room, leaving the puddle of cum still in
Jennifer's mouth.
________________________________________
Jennifer could feel the morning sunlight warming her body. She tried to roll
over but found that her motion was still restricted by a heavy chain from her
collar to the ring in the floor. She tried to open her eyes, then remembered
the tight leather hood stretched across her face. The kidskin was so tight it
molded her face. Her eyes were covered by pads, then a built-in blindfold
covered those. Her mouth was filled with a rubber blow up gag, inflated so
large her jaws had ached all night. She still felt the collar locked on her
neck and her arms bound behind her. The spreader bars had been removed and a
short six inch chain now connected her ankles. She could feel her ballet shoes
on her feet.
If she could cry any more, she would. Sarah was taking this fantasy/gift
business too far. After fifteen minutes of holding the dreaded pool of cum in
her mouth, John had returned to let her swallow. She could still feel the
coating of sticky liquid down her throat. Sarah had quickly forced the blowup
gag into her mouth, then inflated it until Jennifer's eyes had watered. Sarah
made sure she had a good view of the massive canopy bed, then she had taken
John into her and they had made love for hours. From time to time, one of them
would glance over to her. John would smile at the sight of his new slave bound
helpless while he made love to her beautiful friend. Sarah would smile at
Jennifer as she felt John inside of her. Finally, they had finished, kissing
and caressing each other, until Sarah had finally proclaimed it was time to let
Jennifer down. She was relieved. It was time to end this gift. Her arms, bound
behind her then forced up high in the air, had begun to scream in pain, and her
calves had begun to cramp from the constant pressure. She was angy at Sarah,
but she had thought it was a little fun, too. She would forgive her later, once
she had a chance to recover.
But after releasing her ceiling chain and disconnecting her spreader bars,
Sarah did not untie her arms. Instead, she attached the short chain between her
ankles, the forced her to walk back to the place she had been at the start of
the evening. She had trouble moving since her head was still forced back
harshly, forcing her now to look at the ceiling as she walked. Sarah forced her
to the floor again, then attached the floor chain and climbed back into bed.
Jennifer could just see the two cuddling in her own bed, as she lay bound and
helpless on the floor. She felt humilated as she lay there. She was till naked,
her asshole throbbed from the brutal penetration, and her neck had begun aching
from the harsh position. She tried to struggle, to move or get away, but the
heavy steel of the chain and her bent position prevented her from moving much
at all.
It was only after midnight that she could hear John's voice.
"I can't stand her staring at us like this. I still think of her as my
girlfriend."
"I can take care of that, sweety," Sarah said, then rose to apply the harsh
hood. Now, in the morning, she could barely hear bodies moving. Here hearing
was impaired by the hood, but she was sure she sensed motion. The sudden yank
on her collar chain told her she was right.
Jennifer was kept chained on her knees as John got cleaned up. She was shocked
when, preparing to go get breakfast, he kissed Sarah passionately, then patted
Jennifer on the head and left. She was sure her friend would now let her go.
Sarah instead pulled a stool up in front of her friend and removed her gag.
"What the hell is going on," Jennifer demanded with her dry and cracked voice.
"This wasn't what I had in mind, you sleeping with John, me being tied up all
night."
"I know, I'm sorry," Sarah pleaded. "I know how important this gift is and I
wanted to make sure John never forgot it."
"You got him thinking I want to be his slave forever!"
"Yeah, that kind of got out of hand," Sarah acknowledged. "I never said forever
and you didn't have to agree to it."
" I know, but it would have ruined the story."
"Exactly! That's the whole point of this. Rather than just a simple night of
some fun and games, we've given him a fantasy most men only have wet dreams
about!" Jennifer had to admit it was good. But she could feel the pain in her
shoulders and the punishment she had received last night.
"When is it going to end?"
"Look, tonight we'll have some fun and then I'll let him down. I doubt he could
possibly believe that you would want to become a lifetime slave."
"Ok, but take it easy. And why can't you let me go for now?"
"He'll be back any minute. He just ran down to the store. We have to keep up
the illusion. You have to be completely submissive today and do anything he
asks."
"I guess," Jennifer said reluctantly. "I can't imagine it could get much
worse." Sarah chuckled.
"I'm sure he has some surprises for you."
________________________________________
Upon John's return, Jennifer played her role to perfection, and was rewarded by
seeing the joy in his eyes. He stood before her for ten minutes, just admiring
how her bound body and kneeling form was available for him. She was on her
knees, spreading her legs as wide as she could despite the short chain between
her ankles. Normally she would have her head bowed, but her hair had been kept
in a pony tail and though the hood was removed, Sarah had kindly reattached the
strap to her elbow bondage, pulling her head back harshly. But Jennifer didn't
mind, and even enjoyed the uncomfortable position.
John rubbed his hands across his captive slave's body, squeezing her large
breasts and even tweaking her nipples. She jumped at that, but didn't pull
away. He smiled. She was truly his.
Part 2
Jennifer had worn rubber before, but never this much. She sat quietly at her
master's feet, with only the heat and pain of the rubber bondage to distract
her. John had seemed to relish dressing his new slave in her outfit, making
sure that each piece was as snug and restrictive as possible. As Sarah
supported Jennifer on the tips of her ballet shoes, he had started with a black
rubber panty with two blow up dildos built into it. She was forced to bend over
and feel the one of the black shapes push into her ass, filling her up even
before it was inflated. The second, larger dildo pressed into her pussy, then
the panty was pulled up snug. A rubber bra came next. The firm cups seemed to
be designed to not only support her breasts but also cup them. She quickly
discovered the less pleasant aspects of the piece. Her breasts seemed to
squeeze into the bra, popping into each cup. A rubber gasket pressed the base
of each breast, forcing each to bulb out. As she began to fill out the bra, she
cried out behind her gag. Small, needle-like spikes pressed against her skin,
sinking slightly into each breast. It felt like hundreds of small pins had been
pushed into her skin and despite how she moved, the rubber bands at the base of
each breasts kept them forced into each cup.
For a brief moment her ballet shoes were removed and Jennifer quickly found she
was unable to flatten her feet. Her tendons had tightened over the night. Sarah
pulled a pair of black latex leggings over her feet and up her legs, then
replaced her torturous shoes. Her arms were unbound for the first time in 20
hours and left to dangle at her sides. Sarah slipped shoulder length rubber
gloves on her, then John began pulling a rubber body suit up her legs. The suit
fit over the panties and bra, the inflation bulbs for the dildos fitting
through small holes in the crotch. Each leg overlapped the leggings perfectly,
creating a nearly seamless link. Her gloves were overlapped similarly. Her ball
gag was removed and a rubber hood was stretched over her head and smoothed
across her face. The rubber was skin tight, pressing tightly against her cheeks
and pressing her hair flat. The end was fed underneath the body suit collar,
then the suit was closed at top. The hood left open eyes and mouth, plus small
holes for her nostrils. John quickly inserted stoppers up her nose and before
Jennifer could panic, she realized she could breath through small tubes
inserted through the stoppers. She looked down to see a blow up gag being
pressed against her lips. With a quiet sigh, Jennifer opened her mouth and let
Sarah push the bladder in. She could feel her friend lock the gag in place,
then John began to inflate the bulb. She could feel the rubber grow until her
tongue was pressed down hard and her jaw was stretched. She looked up to see
John smiling at her, continuing to pump. Already her eyes had begun to water
and she pleaded with her eyes for him to stop. But he pumped on until she was
certain the ball would burst. Finally, she watched as John twisted the
connection at the front of the gag, then removed the inflation bulb.
Jennifer had begun to panic. She had never been restricted to this degree. The
tight rubber made it difficult to breath, and now she was forced to rely on the
small tubes in her nose. She was starting to sweat under her latex prison, but
knew she would be wearing it for some time to come. She was even more surprised
when she saw John preparing even more for her to put on.
"Bind her arms behind her again, Sarah," John commanded. "But I want to see if
her wrists will meet her collar." Both Sarah and Jennifer were shocked at this
suggestion, but Sarah could see that John was quite serious. He handed her a
pair of manacles that were connected by a small pivot. As Sarah attached
Jennifer's wrists behind her first, John began stretching a thicker rubber hood
over the first one. Quickly, her eyes were covered by a pair of dark lenses
that had been built into the hood. She felt as her nose tubes were fed through
holes and the hood was pulled snug over her head. John then took a wide rubber
collar and fit it over Jennifer's neck, locking on both helmets and the body
suit. She could feel John pull it snug, then attach several small padlocks at
the back. She tried to move her head, but found the collar seriously restricted
her movement. She couldn't turn to catch sight of John attaching a small cable
through a ring at the back of the collar, then to her new wrist cuffs. She felt
as John pulled the cable up, forcing her wrists to the middle of her back, then
inverted and above her elbows. She could feel her chest pushing out, the pins
forcing themselves even further into her skin. She had always been flexible,
but she wasn't sure she could accommodate John's wishes. But he was determined
to complete the job, pulling hard until he could hear Jennifer cry out beneath
her painful gag. Finally her wrists reached the back of her wide collar and
John quickly locked the two together. Jennifer could feel her shoulders begin
to burn from the harsh position, but she had no method to complain. But John
wasn't finished. He fed another strap around her elbows and pulled hard,
forcing them together as well.
Finally, as Jennifer tried to adjust to the growing pain in her shoulders, he
laced a corset around her waist. The cincher seemed to be designed for someone
half her size, but John pulled the laces hard, reducing Jennifer's waist from a
petite 20 inches to a tiny 17 inches. She found it even more difficult to
breath now through her tubes. Reaching beneath her legs, he squeezed both
inflation bulbs. Jennifer could feel the two dildos growing inside of her,
filling her ass and pussy with rubber. Again, John far exceeded what she
thought was her limit, increasing the size until she thought she would faint,
then locked off the bulbs and left them dangling between her legs.
________________________________________
Sarah had left to run errands and John had led his rubber slave into his office
by a chain leash, then forced her to kneel at his feet. Jennifer wasn't
surprised to find that a ring had been set into the floor beside his desk, to
which John locked her leash. She was starting to lose control of the idea that
this was all just a game. Jennifer had read plenty of stories that involved
slavery and bondage that she would immerse herself in. Now, as she felt the
crushing feeling of the two layers of rubber on her body, the punishment bra
that forced sharp spikes into her breasts and the extreme method her arms had
been bound, she felt like she had been transformed into a real slave and she
was experiencing her true fate. She was isolated from the world, unable to
release herself, or to ask for release. Jennifer knew she was being truly
controlled and without Sarah's assurance that this would end soon, she would
not have been able to maintain control.
The eye pieces were covered with a dark lens, much like a welding glass,
limited her view to within a foot or two. Her hearing was limited as well, but
she could still hear John's muffled voice through the two layers of rubber. He
had begun to make phone calls and for the first time Jennifer was allowed to
stay in the room. In the past, John kept his office locked, assuring his
girlfriend that she wouldn't be interested in his business dealings. She had
always assumed he was just keeping client confidentiality, but she quickly
began to doubt her optimism. Recently, she got the impression that he was
involved in his own shady dealings, but she hadn't been concerned. He was
seemingly wealthy and very giving, which was good enough for her.
Now, as she was ignored like an object she had become, she learned more of the
work he did. It was all very cryptic and much was lost on her, but she did
notice that he was inviting friends over for the evening. Jennifer panicked.
She knew he was probably wanting to show off his new slave girl, and that meant
he might want to share her as well. Based on her comments earlier, when she was
playing the game Sarah had wanted her to play, she had offered herself
completely. With fear in her heart she suddenly realized he was preparing a
gang bang for his new property.
"No, I didn't know either," she could hear John say. "I thought she was all
wholesome, too." A pause, then, "No, she is sitting here. I've got her in full
rubber, with blow up dildos and a gag. Oh, and get this: I folded her arms up
her back so her wrists are locked to the back of her collar!" He laughed at
loud to a comment from the other end. "Yes, you can fuck that pretty little
mouth of hers. But bring your piercing gear. Nose, tongue, nipples and clit."
Jennifer was shocked at the idea. She had always avoided any body piercings,
largely since she felt too embarassed to have any. Now, unless Sarah got back
soon and broke the news, she would be forcibly pierced, and not just her
tongue! "Oh, and bring the permanent rings. She's my slave now, right?"
Jennifer kneeled in silence for the remainder of his calls, dreading not only
the humiliation of servicing John's friends as a slave, but also the threat of
having rings permanently piercing her body. She almost missed a phone call that
sent shivers down her spine.
"Yeah, it's John. Are you still looking for another girl?" She could just make
out John's head nodding. "I think I've got your girl. She's 18 years old, very
attractive." A pause, "How much can you get for her? - Wow, that much? - No,
she's really 18 and never been a slave before. - Tonight,, after we're done
with here. - No, no injury, just some fun." Jennifer couldn't believe what she
was hearing! John had made a deal to sell her into slavery, a fate worse than
death. She felt faint, not only from the harsh constriction she was already
forced in, but also from the added feeling of this never ending. Rather than a
horrible game, yet a game that would finish, she now knew she might never see
freedom again. Images of slavery shot through her mind, filled with cruel
masters, foreign countries and even harsher tortures than she had already
faced.
As John finished the call, Jennifer tried to adjust her position for more
comfort. Her rubber skin had now molded so well to her own skin that she could
hardly tell the difference. Her arms had gone somewhat numb, though she could
still feel her fingers, which was a good sign. John finally stood and unhooked
her leash, then lifted her back to her toe shoes. The sudden pain of her feet
crushing into the painful devices woke Jennifer up again. But John was
oblivious to her pain. Instead, he gave her gag two more pumps and her dildos a
few more each, once again distracting Jennifer from the pain of her toes in
exchange for the pressure of the blow up devices. He walked her to face a full
length mirror in the corner, moving behind her and wrapping his arms around her
body.
"Ah, my little slave," he cooed in her rubber covered ear. "I can't wait to see
what punishments I can create for you. I've been wanting to have you as my
slave for so long. If I would only have known how eager you were to become a
life long slave, I would have captured you long ago." His fingers reached
around to pinch her latex cupped breasts, squeezing them. The spikes on the
inside drove even further into her flesh as new tears flowed behind Jennifer's
eye covers. "Tonight will be fun. We'll pierce you as a slave, maybe even brand
you."
Despite the the clenching of her heart with fear, she couldn't help but admire
the rubber clad form reflected before her. She looked far more shapely than
ever before. The breast cups helped accentuate her already largish breasts by
banding the base of them, helping them to bulge out further. The corset at her
waist crushed her down so tiny that she looked like she could break in half.
The shiny rubber gleamed in the light, making her legs look longer and sleak.
The ballet shoes forced her leg straight, lengthening her thigh. She felt wet
from seeing herself like this, realizing that despite the horrible concept of
being kept like this forever, she did like the feeling. She had never even
dreamed about becoming a slave for life. It had always been a distant fantasy
and simply ended at a playful period of time and then release. Now, as she
examined the bound and tormented form before her, she had to admit that she
secretly longed for such treatment. But she also knew she was only 18, with a
life of choices and decision ahead of her. She wanted to be free to experience
her adulthood, not bound and forced to submit to her master's every whim. But
she still enjoyed her body now, in the harsh layers of rubber. Even the way her
arms were bound added to the beauty. It looked like she was armless and thus
the lines were undisturbed. John smiled as he realized she was admiring
herself.
"Plenty of time for that later, my pet. We have an entire series of
modifications I plan to make to your lovely body. Much larger breasts, even
smaller waist. But, it's time to get ready for tonight."
Jennifer dutifully followed along as he tugged her away from the mirror. As she
felt her feet being crushed into her shoes, and the skin tight rubber squeezing
every inch of her body, reality came crashing back. She realized that if Sarah
didn't get back soon, she might find herself sold as a slave to some distant
stranger, whom she was certain would never release her. She longed to cry out,
to yell for her friend. But she couldn't. Perhaps when she was rebound she
could explain what had happened to John and he would release her. She could
only hope the gift hadn't gone too far.
________________________________________
Jennifer felt strangely naked. After eight hours in her rubber prison, her body
was now naked except for the blow up dildos and gag still in her mouth. But
even more than her nakedness, her current bondage made her feel even more
exposed. Steel ankle cuffs had been added above her ballet shoes, locking her
feet to the floor a percarious five feet wide. Leaned backwards, her waist was
supported by a padded stanchion. Wrist cuffs were connected to chains and
pulled wide and behind her. The resulting position forced her to bend backward
until she was uncomfortably leaning at a 45 degree angle. To add to the
discomfort, John had put her hair into a ponytail, lacing a leather strap with
into it, then attached the strap to a ring beneath her. Pulling hard, he forced
her head back severely, then tied off the strap. That was two hours ago. She
could hear the sounds of new guests entering the house, clinking glasses and
talking loudly downstairs. Jennifer had long since gotten over her
embarassment, but she could feel a strong sense of humiliation rising as the
footsteps climbed the stairs.
Earlier in the day, once the rubber suit had been removed, she was led into the
shower stall and chained to the spigot. John had left the gag in place and
ordered Jennifer to shave and wash. After half an hour under the hot spray, she
had managed to complete the job. Hunger had overtaken her and once released,
she had slumped to the floor. John had rebound her arms behind her, then forced
her to suck him off. Despite the humiliating task, Jennifer was eager for the
nourishment. She didn't mind as John held her hair and slammed his cock deep
down her throat until his cum built inside. Once again, though, he came on her
tongue, then forced her to hold it in her mouth for some time before she
swallowed. This, unlike any other thing she had experienced, was the most
humiliating. She hated the taste of cum and John knew it.
After drying her off, John had brought her back out into the bedroom, forcing
her to her knees in the same spot she had spent the night. Placing spreader
bars between both her ankles and knees, John had then applied a small clamp to
Jennifer's clit. As the teeth bit into her most tender spot, she screamed in
pain. But John continued until her clit was crushed beneath the clamp. A small
chain stretched toward the floor and he pulled until the end hooked onto a
small ring beneath her. Tears streamed from her eyes at this newest torture. As
her eyes began to clear from the pain, she saw John approaching with another
clamp. He quickly applied this one to her septum, turning the screw until she
was certain it would punch a hole.
"After tonight we won't have to use this clamp. We'll put a nice big ring
through your septum, just like a nice little cow." John chuckled as he saw the
terror in his new slave's eyes. Jennifer couldn't imagine such a thing. A ring
in her nose, especially one as large and humiliating as she knew John would
use, would make her look like an animal. She whimpered slightly at the thought
as she watched John continue setting up. He lowered a chain from the ceiling
and attached it to the clamp. Turning the winch, he quickly took away the slack
and began hauling Jennifer's head up toward the ceiling with the tug of the
chain. As the strain increased on her nose, she tried to rise and release the
pressure, only to experience the stabbing pain as her clit was stretched
beneath her. She immediately tried to sit down again, only to cry out from the
pain in her nose. Jennifer struggled to find a compromise between the two
tortures finding little relief. Once John could see her clit had been stretched
painfully, he locked off the winch. John could only smile at the sight of his
young slave. As if she were wearing a painful corset, her posture was perfectly
straight, her breasts pushing out from her chest, her head pulled up hard yet
her body still in a kneeling position. Tears continued to stream down her
cheeks as the pain of her predicament overwhelmed her.
Jennifer was delirious from the torture when she suddenly realized she was not
gagged. Now was the chance to tell John it was all a joke, a gift for his
birthday. She tried to focus on her words, but the pain was too intense. Each
time she lost focus, she would either rise too high and yank on her distended
clit or drop down and pull hard on her septum. She tried to talk, though she
wasn't sure what she was saying.
"Master, oh, please, aahhhh, I need to tell you...." But just as she thought
she could say the words, she felt John forcing something into her mouth. A
massive ball gag was jammed between her teeth, locking her jaws wide and
crushing her tongue to the bottom of her mouth.
"No need to speak, my slave," John cooed as he pulled the strap tight and
locked it in position. "I know you are devoted to me. This is only a taste of
the pain you will experience in the future. But you have to learn never to
speak without permission." With that a set of rubber strands connected to a
viscious whip fell on her exposed breasts. Jennifer had never felt such pain as
her chest exploded in pain. She could just see John out of the corner of her
eye as he swung again. His strokes were hard, using his strength to swing the
whip hard. Jennifer subconsciously tried to move away from the blows, but she
quickly found the pain in her clit and nose again. New tears poured from her
eyes as she wailed behind the large gag. John soon switched his aim, striking
Jennifer's exposed and stretched clit with the tips of the rubber whip. A wave
of pain enveloped her and she lost consciousness.
________________________________________
Jennifer could hear the door swing open and an unknown number of people quickly
surrounding her. She hoped that one of them was Sarah and that she would have
the chance to ask her friend to end this nightmare. Without her, Jennifer was
certain John would keep her permanently in bondage despite any pleadings she
might offer.
She jumped in her bonds as hands began running across her body, touching her
breasts, stomach, legs and face. She could feel the blood rush into her face as
her humiliation increased with each stranger's touch. But the caresses quickly
stopped as John began to speak.
"Thank you for joining us tonight. As you can see, my former girlfriend has
given herself to me as a permanent slave. Tonight I will mark her with heavy
piercings as is customary for a punishment slave. She will wear rings in her
septum, tongue, nipples and clit." Jennifer could feel a layer of sweat cover
her body as she heard his words. The idea of having her body pierced without
her permission was beyond her ability to comprehend. She had no idea what a
punishment slave was, but she was sure it wouldn't be fun. A guest seemed to
ponder the same thought.
"So you don't intend to use her as a sex slave?"
"I do intend to use her for prostitution as a form of income, but I want to
explore and expand her pain thresholds," John responded. "You see, as my
girlfriend, she was rather prudish. I am convinced that this was simply a cover
for a true masochist. I will employ every method I can devise to bring out
these tendancies, including body modification, sensory deprivation, breast
torture and more. But now we must get on to the evening, I have a big surprise
for you all later." With that the crowd applauded. Jennifer had broken out into
a cold sweat at hearing the forms of torture, discipline and humiliation she
would endure. If only she could twist enough to see Sarah. She was certain she
must be in the crowd, laughing at Jennifer's fear. But her head had been pulled
back severely, limiting her view to the opposite end of the large bedroom. All
she could see was darkness.
As a tray covered with various steel tools was rolled up, John leaned into
Jennifer, whispering in her ear.
"This is it, my slave. Once we pierce you with these permanent rings, you will
be a slave forever. I hope you truly do enjoy pain because I'm going to immerse
you in it!" His hands caressed her tear stained face. For a moment, Jennifer
hoped to see a trace of mercy in her former boyfriend's eyes. Instead, she felt
a cruel yank as John tightened her hair strap even further, forcing her head
back at an even more severe angle.
Jennifer could feel cool metal sliding against her breast. With no warning, a
sharp pain rushed through her chest. She tried to scream but the gag was
effective. Her struggles went on unnoticed as the chains that held her in place
gave no slack. Jennifer couldn't believe this was happening to her. Even if she
could get away now, she would have a permanent ring in her nipple. Then
suddenly, another sharp pain cut through her left breast and she knew she would
soon have a second ring. She begged for Sarah to come and save her, to appear
out of the gloom of this horrible crowd and stop her slide into forced slavery.
Instead, she could feel the rings being fed through the new holes in her
nipples, and the sudden heat of the soldering iron as the ends were forever
melded. A bright light turned on over her, highlighting the new piercings and
the crowd applauded. But Jennifer knew it wasn't over. She could still feel the
tools on her breasts and the new pain through the heart of her nipple came as
no surprise. More humiliating than single rings would be rods forced through
the middle of her nipple. Together, the new jewelry would force her nipples to
stay hard. She was both angry and frightened. Sarah should have stopped this by
now. This type of permanent modification was not part of the deal. She should
know that. Instead, her friend, where ever she was, had let this go on.
Jennifer could feel the hands moving lower and she knew her clit would soon be
pierced as well. The bright light refocused and she opened her eyes. Now the
distant room was less dark, the spill of the bright light bouncing into the
huge bedroom. Despite the tears in her eyes, Jennifer could just make out
something in the distance. Her head upside down due to its strained position,
took a moment to pick out the shape. Her eyes grew wide with terror and she
again tried to struggle, this time finding slack in the hard steel holding her.
At the opposite end of the room, barely visible except for the traces of light
reaching in, was Sarah. Completely naked, she had been chained spread eagle in
mid air. Her head was slumped forward in defeat, her blonde hair in tangles.
Her body was a crisscross of angry red welts. She had received an extensive
whipping across her body making it difficult to find a single unmarred space on
her usually pristine skin. Jennifer wailed behind her gag. No wonder her friend
had been unable to release her! And finally the weight of the situation came
falling down on her. As she began to lose consciousness, the last thought
through her mind was the words of her new master, "...life time slave."
________________________________________
Jennifer had been a slave for three years now, she figured, though the amount
of pain and torture she had experienced could easily last 10 years. John had
lived up to his word, tasking her every moment and exploring her most wild
nightmares. She had lost track of every torture she had been put through,
though some stuck out in her mind. She had spent several days strapped to the
bottom of a coffin, buried alive with hundreds of rats teaming around her. Her
breasts had been augmented with a combination of hormones and painful saline
injections until her previously largish breasts, at 36D, had grown to a massive
44D. In contrast, her waist had been trained with constant corsetry until she
had been reduced to a permanent 16 inches. She could no longer live without a
corset and her master found new and more painful version to try out. Her feet
had been forever modified to wear ballet shoes and they had not left her feet
for any significant time over the past three years. John insisted she accompany
him to many parties and gatherings, causing not only pain for his slave but
also humiliation. The hair beneath her neck had been permanently removed, the
only decoration other than her corset was her many piercings. Her arms had been
trained to fold into a reverse prayer, her wrists meeting her wide collar and
her elbows touching, until she no longer experienced any other form of arm
bondage. Her master took every opportunity to humiliate her. Often the parties
they attended, though slavery or fetish oriented, required attendees to wear
formal attire. But John insisted that Jennifer come naked, led by a leash
connected to her nose chain. She would be fed like a dog at John's feet, her
arms still bound in their reverse prayer, her body gleaming from the permanent
rings.
Jennifer had long since stopped wondering what had happened to Sarah. A year
into her slavery, John had shown her a picture to heighten her feeling of
helplessness. It showed Sarah in some far off land, naked except for similar
rings, harnessed to a carriage. Her body was covered with lash marks from her
arab owner as he encouraged her to pull him across the hot desert. Jennifer
could see small chains connecting Sarah's nipple rings to her nose ring,
forcing her head down and making it even more difficult to pull. For a moment
Jennifer admired the beauty of her friend's body. Her long, supple legs were
highlighted by a similar set of ballet shoes, her large breasts standing out
from her lean figure. She couldn't help but think back to her times of freedom.
With that, new tears began to flow and John smiled, closing the door to
Jennifer's small steel cage and leaving her in heavy chains for the night.
The End
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