## Archive-name: Jennifer

From: jfriday@ada.stat.uga.edu (Paul Stacy)

Subject: ARCHIVE: Jennifer (1)

Newsgroups: alt.sex,alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.bondage

I have all the parts, but only the first 4 are uploaded. The rest will be uploaded in the fall.

Path: athena.cs.uga.edu!emory!sol.ctr.columbia.edu!spool.mu.edu!agate!stanford.edu!bu.edu!wang!wizvax!wi.3249 From: wi.3249@wizvax.methuen.ma.us Newsgroups: alt.sex.bondage Subject: STORY/IMAGE: Jennifer (1) Message-ID: <5368@wizvax.methuen.ma.us> Date: 22 Feb 92 15:40:53 GMT Sender: root@wizvax.methuen.ma.us Reply-To: wi.3249@wizvax.methuen.ma.us Followup-To: alt.sex.bondage Organization: Anonymous Contact Service @ wizvax X-ACS2-Version: 2.0

(Oops...sent the last one out with a wrong subject line. Here goes again.)

Hello! Stephanie the Kajira here. :)

For those who have asked about the next episode in Stephanie's adventures, you might have to wait for a bit longer because, *sigh*, my friend Kevin, author of "Stephanie in Slave Market," has recently shifted his passion to another girl. (*sob* *sob*) He claims that this new heroine (or victim) is not modeled on any real person, but who knows! :)

Well, what really happened is that Kevin got so fascinated by Suki's "Image" series (good job, Suki!) that he decided to start his own. He wanted to do this because, according to what he told me, Suki's images are "B&D/D&S all right, but not S&M enough" for his taste.

So here comes the first of Kevin's full-scale-S&M image series. Since the word "image" is now a registered Suki trademark, :) Kevin decided to use his latest victim's name as the series title. He asked me to post it on ASB, with the following state- ment:

So, all you veteran literal critics out there on ASB, please let me know what you think about this story, OK?

S. t. K.

P.S. Almost forgot to mention: Kevin also wanted me to issue this disclaimer for him: "A fantasy is just a fantasy..."

Jennifer (1)

Jennifer is spread-eagled on a large wooden frame. Head down and eyes closed, she hangs motionlessly. From head to toe, her naked body is covered with a glistening layer of sweat. Mild spring wind breezes over her bare skin, but she continues to sweat.
On her painfully stretched breasts hang about a dozen red or green darts, their sharp metal tips buried deeply into her tender flesh. One of them sticks directly on her left nipple.
"Good game, Jake!" Bob says while walking up to the sus- pended girl. "And this time I won!"
"No you didn't," Jake replies plainly, throwing a remaining dart into the dirt in front of his boots.
"What do you mean I didn't? Check this out, right in the middle of the target!" Bob picks up the dart on Jennifer's nipple and rolls it between his fingers, causing the poor girl to throw back her head and moan in pain.
"Yeah but only that one single hit," Jake argues. "I've got three in her areola."
"They don't count! They ain't on the nipple."
"Of course they count! This babe's got small areolas. Didn't I say that before?"
"No you didn't!"
"Of course I did!"
"Don't shit me, man! You never did!"
"All right, all right. So the rules ain't clear. I'll let you have this game. But from now on, it's ten points for a direct hit on the nipple, and five for the areola. OK?"
"Sounds fair to me!"
Jennifer listens apathetically, as if their conversation had nothing to do with her. She only hopes they will let her down for a while after the next game.
Bob pulls out all the darts from her breasts and walks back to the line. Jennifer moans again while small drops of blood appear on her smooth white skin.
The game starts again.

From: jfriday@ada.stat.uga.edu (Paul Stacy) Newsgroups: alt.sex,alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.bondage Subject: ARCHIVE: Jennifer (2) Date: 14 Jun 92 03:12:40 GMT Organization: University of Georgia Statistics Department Originator: jfriday@ada

NOTE CROSSPOSTING!!!!

Path: athena.cs.uga.edu!emory!sol.ctr.columbia.edu!spool.mu.edu!olivea!bu2.bu.edu!bu.edu!wang!wizvax!wi.3249 From: wi.3249@wizvax.methuen.ma.us Newsgroups: alt.sex.bondage Subject: MINISTORY: Jennifer (2) Message-ID: <5394@wizvax.methuen.ma.us> Date: 24 Feb 92 09:35:55 GMT Sender: root@wizvax.methuen.ma.us Reply-To: wi.3249@wizvax.methuen.ma.us Followup-To: alt.sex.bondage Organization: Anonymous Contact Service @ wizvax X-ACS2-Version: 2.0

[Posted by Stephanie the Kajira at the command of Sir Kevin. :) ]

Jennifer (2)

Jennifer's handcuffs were attached to a chain hanging from the ceiling, forcing her to stand on her toes. Her ankles were chained to a pair of metal rings fixed in the cement floor, about three feet from each other.
The pain caused by the whip had gradually faded. She did not know what was to happen next. Blindfolded, she could not see what her lover was doing. But she knew she should wait patient- ly. Anticipation and anxiety were part of the meaning of com- pletely surrendering herself to him.
He stopped his pacing around her. Watching Jennifer turn- ing her head nervously to detect any small indication of his next move, he smiled.
He took her right nipple in his hand, and rolled it between his fingers. Jennifer responded by arching her back to receive his long awaited touch. Her breath quickened noticeably. Unseen by Jennifer, he put on a wicked grin while producing a long oriental acupuncture needle in his other hand.
Without warning, he pierced the needle into her nipple. Caught in surprise by the sudden pain in the middle of pleasure, Jennifer gasped and let out a weary moan.
Slowly twisting the needle between his fingers, he sent it deeper and deeper into the round pink bud, till the two-inch long tip of the needle disappeared completely into her flesh. At the same time, his other hand caressed and fondled Jennifer's left breast, enjoying the sensation of the other small nipple pushing into his palm.
Not surprisingly, the loving massage again ended in sting- ing pain when a second needle was driven into her left nipple.
He stepped back to admire the sight of the needles rising and falling together with her chest.
Then he entered her. He moved inside her, starting slowly and gradually picking up pace. The new sensation it built in her grew quickly in strength. But before the pain in her nipples subsided, he grabbed both of her breasts in his hands, and began to twist, shake, pull and push the needles to the same rhythm as his movement inside her body. Jennifer found herself shaking uncontrollably. Panting and moaning, she was driven to the edge of frenzy by this bittersweet orgy of pain and pleasure.
She came explosively. Neither of them knew whether it was the pleasure or the pain that brought her into orgasm.
Maybe both.

From: jfriday@ada.stat.uga.edu (Paul Stacy) Newsgroups: alt.sex,alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.bondage Subject: ARCHIVE: Jennifer (3) Date: 14 Jun 92 03:13:29 GMT Organization: University of Georgia Statistics Department Originator: jfriday@ada

NOTE CROSSPOSTING!!!!

Path: athena.cs.uga.edu!emory!sol.ctr.columbia.edu!spool.mu.edu!olivea!bu2.bu.edu!bu.edu!wang!wizvax!wi.3249 From: wi.3249@wizvax.methuen.ma.us Newsgroups: alt.sex.bondage Subject: MINISTORY: Jennifer (3) Message-ID: <5395@wizvax.methuen.ma.us> Date: 24 Feb 92 09:36:11 GMT Sender: root@wizvax.methuen.ma.us Reply-To: wi.3249@wizvax.methuen.ma.us Followup-To: alt.sex.bondage Organization: Anonymous Contact Service @ wizvax X-ACS2-Version: 2.0

[Posted by Stephanie the Kajira at the command of Sir Kevin. :) ]

Jennifer (3)

Jennifer blushed as she stripped herself naked under the watchful eyes of Donna, her sister-in-law.
She was standing in front of Donna's desk. When she saw the few items that Donna had laid out on it, she shivered, and crossed her arms in front of her breasts.
Donna looked up from her desk and asked: "Let me ask you one more time, Jenny. Are you sure you want to go ahead with this?"
"You promise to let those girls go?"
"Yes, of course. That's the agreement, isn't it?"
"OK then, Donna. Let's go on."
"Good. But you should learn to start addressing me as Mistress and James as Master now."
"Yes, M..." Jennifer laughed nervously. "I'm sorry. I need to get used to it."
"You'd better get used to it soon. James once practically grilled a girl on open fire when she refused to call him Master."
Jennifer shivered again. Her brother was not around, but she was sure he must be watching them on a surveillance monitor.
"On your knees, Jenny," Donna ordered, while picking up a pair of handcuffs and a set of leg-irons from the desk top.
Jennifer obeyed without a word. She felt her heart beats quicken as Donna snapped the handcuffs around her wrists behind her back, and proceeded to fetter her ankles.
Then Donna pushed a button on her desk.
Jennifer blushed to her ears when Jose and Luis, security guards on the estate and his brother's accomplices in his wicked games, came running into Donna's office.
"Wow, Senora!" it was Jose's rough voice. "A new girl for the stable, huh?"
"Yes, Jose. And she needs to be trained."
"Leave it to old Jose, Senora! And, oh my oh my! Look at this little sweetheart! How cute! Those little tits --- yum yum! Come on, sweetie, let Uncle Jose look at your face...Seno- rita!"
Jose suddenly withdrew his hand from Jennifer's chin, as if it had touched on a piece of red hot iron.
"There's no senorita here any more," Donna announced quiet- ly. "She's our new slave. Call her Jenny. Oh by the way, release the other girls after you lock up this one."
Donna winked at the two men, and they smiled at her know- ingly.
"No problem, Senora. You'll never see them again."
"Good, Jose. Now take her to the dungeon. You know what to do."
"Can we, eh, whip her?" Jose asked, testingly.
"Sure you can. Do whatever you want with her. Show her the best you have. Don't spare anything. She needs to be taught her new place on the estate, and taught well. I'll give you two days to break her in."
"Yes, ma'am!"
Jose turned to Luis and murmured a few words in Spanish. Each holding an arm of the handcuffed girl, they led her to the door.
"Good-bye, Jenny," Donna said as the three of them exited. "I'll visit you tonight in your cell."
"Good-bye...Mistress."
Jennifer did not know which cell she would be put in. The spiky wooden cage in the barn? Or the small iron cage on the back of the hill? Or the tin-box currently holding the little redhead? Or the barred cellar in the alfalfa field, where two days before she had found the buxom blonde struggling in muddy rain water?
Whichever it would be, Jennifer was sure it would not be as comfortable as her air-conditioned bedroom in the main house.
But she had no regret.

From: jfriday@ada.stat.uga.edu (Paul Stacy) Newsgroups: alt.sex,alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.bondage Subject: ARCHIVE: Jennifer (4) Date: 14 Jun 92 03:14:20 GMT Organization: University of Georgia Statistics Department Originator: jfriday@ada

NOTE CROSSPOSTING!!!!

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[Posted by Stephanie the Kajira at the command of Sir Kevin. :) ]

Jennifer (4)

The rain had finally stopped, but the thunders were still rolling. It was cold. Jennifer found herself trembling uncon- trollably.
She was chained to a wooden post, completely naked. This was her third day of penance at the post. The first two days and nights had been fairly warm, and Jennifer endured them without major difficulty, despite the severe whipping and other torture. But the rainy weather today really put her to the test.
Her Master walked to her across the flowering meadow, his long whip folded in his hand.
"How are you getting on, my little one?" he lifted her chin with the handle of his whip, and asked.
"I'm fine, my Lord. Thank you."
"Need a break?"
"No, thank you, my Lord."
He noticed the gooseflesh on her bare skin, and the trem- bling of her limbs.
"Are you cold?"
"Yes, my Lord. But it's all right."
"Hm. Want me to warm you up with my whip?"
"Yes, my Lord," she took a deep breath. "Please."
He examined her welt-covered body, and grinned. "I don't think I have ignored any part of your hide so far. Where do you want me to hit you now?"
Jennifer thought for a little while before she answered: "On my thighs, maybe? Or my belly. But please don't hit my breasts now, my Lord. They still hurt from the whipping this morning."
His grin grew wider.
"Do you really think you have the right to tell me where to whip you, slave?"
"No, my Lord. Of course not. I'm sorry."
She hanged her head in frustration, knowing exactly where she would be hurt now.

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