3 comments/ 27185 views/ 11 favorites Slave Jemma Ch. 01 By: curiouspet69 All characters are over 18 years of age. Please comment if you liked it. Thanks! ***** Chapter One - Introduction He stood beside the table, eyes roaming over her naked form. Her brunette hair framed her face, innocence showing even as she rested, sleeping off the drug she was given. He hated drugging them. But it was necessary. This way they couldn't cause harm to themselves in transport. No, it was better this way. Besides, he did enjoy watching them as they awoke, finding themselves bound to a table similar to one found in a gyn office. This table was made to his specifications though. A bit longer than those used by doctors, the end was designed to separate, allowing him access to her charms, rather than using the typical stirrups. A band secured her to the table, cinched just beneath those luscious breasts. If he had to guess, and he was usually pretty accurate, he would have to say she was a C. Not too large, not to small. As goldilocks would say, they were just right. Her wrists and ankles were tightly secured as well, the cuffs lined with soft wool to help reduce chaffing. How long she was strapped to the table would depend on how cooperative she was, and how long it took for her to waken. His eyes traveled further down her down, over her stomach. A little bit of excess there, but nothing an exercise regime wouldn't solve. She was already shaved, a delightful surprise. He couldn't wait to part those thighs and get a look at her treasure. A look, a taste, a feel... and oh so much more. But that would wait. Her legs would benefit from the exercise as well. Overall, she was a tasty morsel, a slave worth owning. And he would help her get even better. He was known for treating his slaves well. A moan escaped as she began to wake up, eyes fluttering before the opened completely, scanning the room, widening as she tugged against the restraints. Suddenly she saw him, a startled scream echoing about the room. He smiled. He always did enjoy their reactions. She frantically looked around the room, screaming when she saw him standing there, grinning at her. Her body was strapped down to some sort of table, and she was naked. Oh my... naked? What the fuck? Where am I? She looked at him again, fear replacing her confusion, her questions becoming more vocal. "Where am I? What is going on?" He took a step forward, "You are about to become part of my harem. I am offering you a new life, one free from worry or stress. Your needs will be met: food, clothing, shelter and more. Your number one responsibility is to serve me." She just looked at him, unsure of how to even respond. Was this real? Perhaps she was only dreaming. Her eyes closed, her inner voice chanting 'wake up, wake up, wake up'. A hand on her thigh caused her eyes to fly open again. He was doing something to the table. Her legs parted, knees bent and raised, opening her body fully to him. She yelled, "Stop that, you have no right to touch me! Let me go, now!" His chuckle unnerved her. "My dear, you must have misunderstood me. I do have the right. You belong to me now. Your debts have been paid off, you former job has been informed that you will not be back. As of right now, your apartment has been cleared out and everything that wasn't trash has been donated to the homeless shelter. I'm sure they were very pleased when they received everything. You have no worries now; I will take care of you. There was no family to contact, and you were barely on speaking terms with your co-workers at the factory, so no friends to worry about. You will make friends here with the girls in the harem. They are excited to meet you, actually. I've already informed them about their new sister." "Are you crazy? You can't just take a girl from her home, her job, her life and make her what you want!" "Actually, my dear, I can. And I have." His eyes turned cold as he watched her, waiting for the next outburst. But it didn't come. She was proving to be just what he desired. She clenched her eyes shut as she felt his fingers part her folds, one finger sliding into her pussy, searching, probing. "Ah good, you're not a virgin. I prefer girls who have already been sexually active. They know what to expect." His finger left her folds, moving lower to gently press against her rear passage. She groaned as his finger slipped inside, forcing its way into her. It felt wrong, oh so wrong. Her body tightened, trying to push him out. But he continued moving his finger, stretching her a bit. "But I like this area to be virginal. Looks like it is, for now." She whimpered at the implication, his finger leaving her body. He wiped his hands on a cloth before stepping out of her line of sight. She heard water running, then something was wheeled closer to her parted legs. Her eyes widened as she looked at the bags of water hanging from the metal pole. "Oh please mister, please let me go," she pleaded. "You may call me Master. And I will release you from this table when we are done." She fell silent again, knowing her words had no effect on him. His fingers probed her rear entrance again before he pushed something harder into her body. She tensed at the intrusion. "Relax my dear, it will go in easier." She didn't listen, only tightening more, unwilling to cooperate. His hand suddenly smacked her inner thigh, causing her to relax, the hard plastic sliding into her body. A few minor tweaks and she suddenly felt the warm water filling her bowels. He stepped away again, making notes on a clipboard. Not even halfway through the bag of water, her body started cramping. She moaned in pain, bringing his attention back to her. His hands moved over her body, massaging her belly. "The cramps will fade; you just have to ride them out." She didn't answer him, just turned her head away from his piercing gaze, silent tears slipping down her cheeks as she succumbed to his ministrations. Wave after wave of pain wracked her body, but she fought the moans, pretending she was safe at home. She looked back in his direction as she heard him moving between her legs once more. The bag of water was empty. He placed a bucket just below her ass, at the edge of the table. "Ready," he asked. Without waiting for an answer, he pulled the tubing from her ass with a simple command, "release." Dirty water came flowing out of her bowels as she groaned, humiliated to be crapping in front of this maniac. The awful noises her body made embarrassed her further, her face turning red with each burst of fluid. Finally it was over, nothing more came out. He took the bucket to another room and she heard a toilet flushing. Why she couldn't just use the toilet was beyond her. He returned, wiping her nether regions with a warm cloth. He sat on a stool between her legs, pulling at her folds once more. She felt pressure and then a burning sensation as something slid into her urethra. She cried out in alarm, "What are you doing? That hurts, get it out!!" "Just relax my dear, it will be over soon." She cried as she felt the balloon inflate inside her body, his touch, tugging on the line to make sure it was secure. Then pressure at her rear entrance yet again as he pushed another tube into her ass. "Just one more time flushing out your ass, and we can move on." "Then why do you need the catheter in?" "Oh, that is to make sure you don't wet yourself later." His answer didn't help. It only served to make her more nervous of his actions. Warm water began filling her bowels again. But this time she was more prepared for the pain and was able to hold the tears back. Once she was allowed to release the water, she expected to have the catheter removed as well. She was wrong. She felt a speculum sliding into her pussy, tugging at her folds as it pulled her open. His finger entered her again, poking around inside her moist cunt. He inhaled her scent before standing to look her in the eyes, a smile on his face. "We are almost done, my dear. But the last few things may cause you to be... disrespectful. That won't be allowed. There are certain rules you must abide by. You will be given a list of the rules later today. But the number one rule is respect, for yourself and for others. Ultimately, you must respect me, your Master. There are consequences for disobedience." He held a small jar in his hand, "My girls call this 'the gel'. This is one of the last forms of punishment I use. I want you to be aware of what it is, and why it is so effective. I am only using a small amount on you." He showed her the tip of his finger, where a miniscule amount of gel sat. He set the jar on a table, away from her body. "The gel is only used in your pussy or your ass. I won't tell you what it does, as you will find out very soon." His finger re-entered her, swiping at the flesh inside. A scream tore from her throat as the pain instantly began. Her entire pussy felt like it was on fire, burning from the inside out. Her screams faded into the air, but the pain only intensified, her mouth open in a silent scream, flesh pulsing in pain and agony. His hand brushed against her thigh as he watched her body react to the gel, sweat pouring from her face, every muscle tense. He patiently waited for the pain to fade, knowing it would only be a matter of minutes. But it would feel like a lifetime. A moan slipped from her lips as the pain began to fade as quickly as it built. As she became more aware of her surroundings again, she realized there were tears on her face, dripping to the table. Her voiced cracked as she begged him to stop, to let her go. He just looked at her and smiled. "That was only a sample of the gel, my dear. It does get worse when more is used, takes longer to fade. But I rarely have to use it. You are so very sexy when you are writhing in pain." His hand dropped to his crotch, rubbing against the bulge there, "In fact, I think I need some relief before we can continue." He moved to her head, flipping a couple latches to lower a section of the table, his hand holding her head and gently lowering it so she was looking upside down. "Open up my dear." She tightened her jaw, refusing to open her mouth as he dropped his pants. Nothing was holding his massive organ back as it bounced before her face. There was no way that thing would fit into her mouth. She shook her head no. "Oh yes, it is going in there, all of it. The other girls have managed, and so can you. Now open." Her head shook again, refusing to comply. He simply grabbed her face with one hand, her nose with the other. Her oxygen supply cut off, she gasped for breath. He took advantage, shoving his cock past her lips. She gagged, almost retching on him. He pulled back a little, giving her time to take a breath before pushing forward again. "Swallow, little slave. Let me feel your throat take my cock deep." She gagged as he pushed into her mouth, tears forming in her eyes. He pulled back only a moment before going deeper. Each time he gave her a breath he pushed back further, forcing her mouth wide open. Suddenly his balls were at her nose, blocking off her air. She struggled, vision blacking out for a second. He pulled back once more, groaning at the feel of her throat constricting around his shaft. His hand slipped beneath his sack, holding it up as he pushed his way into her throat again. "Just a little more, my dear... oh yes that feels so good." His groans filled the air as he began thrusting into her mouth, stretching her throat, pushing into her over and over. His cock swelled, grunts replaced the groans, and he shot his load down her throat, filling her belly. He pulled back, resting his hands on the table as he caught his breath. He stood, tucking everything back into his pants and raising her head once more, reattaching the table section. "Very nice, for a first time. You will get better with practice." She whimpered, her mouth and jaw sore from being used. Her head turned from him once more as she cried. His hand gently brushed her hair, as if he was trying to soothe her. His words confirmed her fear. He wanted to give her comfort. But she didn't want to accept it. She tried fighting the urge to turn back to him, lean into his touch. But his words, his touch, soothed her. He murmured sweet nothings, telling her what a good girl she was being, how proud he was of her. She didn't want to listen. But she was. And it was making a difference. Slave Jemma Ch. 02 Thank you all for the comments!! I know some of you would prefer Jemma fights back a little more, and I have to admit I like reading that as well. But she hasn't quite reached that part yet. Patience, my wonderful readers! :) I'm leaving this chapter under non-consent, but will probably move it to BDSM soon. We'll see how the story progresses. Enjoy!! ***** Another man entered the room as she was just beginning to relax. Her Master, although she still refused to call him that, walked back into position between her legs and removed the catheter. She gasped as she felt it slide out, feeling the urge to pee. He put the table back to rights, closing her legs, and removed her ankle cuffs. The strap around her torso was removed next. And finally her wrists were freed. She carefully stood on shaky legs, walking to the restroom at his gentle command. After relieving her bladder, hissing through the pain, she re-entered the room. "Slave Jemma, this is Sir Jerrod. You will refer to him as such. You are showing such a remarkable submissiveness. He will train you to bring that out and in turn be a better slave." She wasn't sure what shocked her the most. Being told she was already a slave, or the fact that he knew her name. She shouldn't be shocked. After all, he sent in a resignation letter, in her name, officially ending her employment. And he knew where she lived. But it was the first time he said her name out loud. Silence descended as both men waited for her response. She was at loss, wondered what exactly they wanted her to say. That she accepted her slavery? That she was happy to have pleased him? Or perhaps that she would gladly go with Jerrod... Sir Jerrod?... and learn all the wonderful things about being a slave to another person. She smirked at that last thought. Master watched her face as she contemplated her next move. Her smirk was rewarded with a quick smack to her naked ass. She yelped, grabbing her own cheeks to protect them. "Drop your hands to your sides." She just looked at him, unwilling to move, surprised he smacked her. "Drop your hands now or you go back on the table and get more gel. Only this time I will give you the full dose." Her hands moved to her sides. She heard Sir Jerrod snicker as her face warmed. "Good girl. Now, you were swatted for smirking. You will be submissive at all times, never questioning your Master or trainers. Sir Jerrod will give you the complete list of rules. Go with him, and be a good girl so you won't have to be punished." She nodded her head, resulting in another smack. This time her hands moved to cover her ass, but quickly returned to her sides. "When you are given an order, you respond with 'yes Master' or 'yes Sir'. Let's try again. Go with Sir Jerrod and be a good girl." "Yes Sir," she meekly responded. He smiled, "Good girl." She followed Sir Jerrod out of the room and down a hall. There were doors one each side of the hall, plain unmarked doors. She wondered if these were more exam rooms, or something entirely different. They stopped before an elevator where he entered a series of numbers. No ordinary button on this machine. She would need a code just to get the doors open, if she was ever able to escape. They stepped into the elevator and he entered another series of numbers before the doors closed and they descended. Three levels lower, the doors reopened and she found herself in another hallway, a wider hallway. Only this time, it didn't have that stark medical feel. Instead, the hallway was decorated in rich colors. Vibrant reds, purples and blues reflected a welcoming atmosphere, distributed in artwork, statues and plant life. The walls were painted a soft yellow color, completely complementing the items throughout the hall. Barely given time to take it all in, she was escorted to a door. This time each door was marked with a letter. The door she was led to had a fancy J inscribed on it. His hand on her lower back gently pushed her forward as the door was opened. She looked around, taking in the seemingly simple interior. Muted grays and deep blue colors seemed to be predominating in this room. The carpeting was thick beneath her bare feet, her toes gripping and pulling on it. There was a desk to the left, a laptop sitting on its otherwise pristine surface. A floor lamp and chair sat near the desk, but far enough to show that they were two separate areas of the room. A small table was situated beside the chair. She avoided looking to the right, ignoring the huge bed with its posts on each corner. By not looking, she also missed the blanketed pallet at the foot of the bed. There were no windows, but the artwork in the room gave a feel of looking to the outdoors. Bright sunlit paintings of fields and trees graced the walls, each showing a different location. She jumped as the door was shut firmly, turning to face him. "Go and kneel beside the chair. We need to talk." His words gave little room for disobedience. Besides, it seemed better to obey and give the perception of being the submissive they desire. Perhaps they would give her more freedom, in time, and she could escape. She crossed the room, kneeling beside the chair, waiting for him. He joined her shortly, after taking a few things from a desk drawer. Using his foot, he pushed her thighs apart, spreading her legs until she was sure he could see her hidden treasure. He grasped her hands, placing them on her thighs and tilted her head down a bit so she was looking at the carpet. "This is how you will kneel, unless told otherwise. Now, stand." She stood to her feet, continuing to look at the floor. He moved her hands behind her back, wrapping her fingers around each opposite elbow. She whimpered as she looked down, seeing her breasts thrust out. His foot tapped her foot, silently ordering her to part her legs. Once again, she could feel air brushing against her nether regions. She quivered, knowing he would have access to her pussy regardless of his command to stand or kneel. He left her head alone, as it was already tilted slightly down. "This is how you will stand, unless otherwise noted. There are other positions, but you will use these two daily. Kneel." She dropped to her knees, grateful for the soft carpet. Immediately her thighs parted a small distance from each other, hands resting on her legs. He walked away and she looked up, following him with her eyes. He opened a cabinet, hidden within the walls of the room. He turned, seeing her eyes upon him, and growled. She immediately dropped her gaze, looking at the floor. "Never break position without being told. Now, spread your legs further." She whimpered as her legs parted at his command. "Stand," He commanded. She stood, pushing her breasts out as her arms clasped behind her back, spreading her legs. It wasn't enough, as she soon felt a crop tapping against one leg. She moved her foot further over. "Kneel." Once again she knelt. But she was still having problems obeying the 'spread further' command, as her thighs were too close together. The crop was gently used to remind her. This continued for a time, getting her used to each position. The crop was used each time, but the more he was required to remind her, the firmer each smack became, until eventually she had pink marks on her thighs. A knock at the door interrupted their training. At his command the door opened and a naked slave walked in carrying a tray of food. Her auburn hair flowed freely down her back, gently swaying with each step. She stepped lightly, taking the tray to the table close to Sir Jarrod. Stepping back from the table, she lowered her body to the floor; kneeling for him in the position Jemma was being taught. Jemma gasped softly as she looked at the other slave. Her nipples were pierced with little rings; a chain ran from each ring to another ring situated right over her clit. Her stomach and legs were well toned, causing Jemma to feel jealous. The slave waited for Sir Jerrod's command, kneeling at his feet. "Very good slave Patrice, you may leave." Patrice looked upset, but only for a moment. It seemed she wanted more from Sir Jerrod. "Yes Sir Jerrod, thank you." She silently rose to her feet and left the room, never looking back. Jemma looked up at him from her own kneeling position, a questioning look on her face. "You may speak freely when we are alone in this room, slave Jemma. But you will also show me respect. If you disobey, I will take away your right to talk." She looked at him, pondering his words, but not wanting to argue. She did, however, voice her question, "What did she want from you?" He just looked at her, as if he was waiting for something. She began to get upset, feeling ignored, until she remembered. "What did she want from you, Sir Jerrod?" He grunted in response, pleased she remembered on her own. "I do not know what you mean, slave. She was only delivering the evening meal." "But she wanted something, Sir. I saw it on her face." "Slave Patrice served me daily, until the Master decided I was to train you. Perhaps she longs for a taste of my cock. Shall I call her back, and she can show you how to serve?" Jemma was visibly shaken, not wanting to see another girl having sex with him, with anyone. "No Sir, that is fine," she softly answered, turning her blushing face to the floor again. The aroma of roasted meat and vegetables filled the air as he lifted the lid from the plate. She moaned, suddenly realizing how famished she was. "Here is a new rule for you to remember, slave. When you are in the presence of a Master or trainer, you are to kneel at their feet for your food, unless otherwise told. They will feed you, at their discretion." She moaned at his words, hoping that didn't mean she would go hungry tonight. He chuckled, knowing exactly what she was thinking. "Tonight, in order to get your dinner, you must first have dessert." She looked up, confused, as he covered the food again and removed his pants. His cock stood proud, waiting for her attention. She balked, not wanting to suck another cock. But she had to eat. She opened her mouth, eyes closing as she waited for him to cram it into her mouth. Instead, he sat down. Now she was even more confused than before. "You will suck me, slave. I will fuck your face when I want to, but you will begin when told to." She scooted forward, taking his cock into her hand. Her fingers didn't even meet as she gripped the base. Oh hell, how would she take all of it? Her tongue slowly traced circles around the head as she felt his hand rest on her head, fingers tangling in her hair. This encouraged her to go further. She dipped her head down, taking the soft head into her mouth, slowly sliding it back and forth over her tongue. His moans of pleasure shot straight through to her cunt, awakening her body. She moaned with him, scooting closer to take more, suddenly hungry for his cock. Her mouth opened wider, taking as much as she could, until she gagged. She pulled back, gasping lightly. His hand pulled her closer, so she took him into her mouth again; pushing herself to take more, trying to use the same techniques the Master tried teaching her. She swallowed, finding she was able to take just a little more. His moans became groans, pulling her closer to his body. She panicked, pulling back. He allowed her to take a breath before gripping her face with both hands and thrusting into her mouth. "This... oh fuck... this is how I will fuck your face, little slave." He continued thrusting into her mouth, drool spilling down her chin and dripping to her naked breasts, her fingers gripping his thighs as she gagged, his cock pushing down her throat. Suddenly she felt him swell, recognizing this from the last time she had a cock in her mouth. He shot his load down her throat in spurts, warm goo sliding into her empty belly. He pulled back, depositing the rest in her mouth, right on her tongue. She tried swallowing but he stopped her. "Show me, stick your tongue out." She stuck her tongue out, his cum filling her mouth. "Now swallow." She swallowed, body quivering in repulsion, hating the taste. He chuckled at her reaction. "You will get used to it, little slave. For you will be getting your dessert before each meal, until I say otherwise." She sighed, accepting this, for now, "Yes Sir." Now, thank me for my seed and we will eat. "Thank you for letting me swallow your load, kind Sir. I can't wait to try it again." He growled, "Sarcasm will get you nowhere, little slave; unless you want a diet of cum and water for a few days?" She whimpered softly, "No Sir. I'm sorry. Thank you for using me, for cumming down my throat." "That was much better." He removed the lid again and began feeding them both, giving her small morsels on the same fork he was using. She didn't like it, wanted to eat on her own. But she also knew she needed food, so she opened her mouth each time he offered more. When she was thirsty, he gave her a sip of water. Some day he would try something new with her. But for now, he allowed her to hold the cup when she took a drink. Soon after dinner, the stresses of the day began to catch up with her. She was warm, surprisingly since she was naked, her belly was full and she was comfortable. Well, as comfortable as she could be, kneeling on the floor. Silent tears began to slide down her cheeks as she tried hiding them from him. He looked down at the girl at his feet. He wondered when she would give in and cry. She held out a lot longer than the last girl he trained. He gently scooped her up and placed her on his lap, grabbing a thick blanket from the floor to wrap around her. She didn't even ask where the blanket came from, or when he pulled his pants up even. She just cried, tears falling faster as she sobbed in his arms. She was overwhelmed and lost, feeling betrayed, taken advantage of and used. But somehow she also felt safe, cared for and comforted. The emotions battling within her also exhausted her. Soon she was asleep in his arms. He held her, enjoying the warmth of her naked body. When the tears finally stopped and the hiccups slowed their rhythm, he carried her to the bed. He would allow her to rest there until the next phase of her training. For the day was still young enough. Slave Jemma Ch. 03 Thanks again for the wonderful comments! I hope this chapter meets your desires for more rebellion, lol. As always, all characters are over the age of 18. ***** Jemma slowly woke up, stretching lazily till she remembered where she was. The comfortable bed, silky sheets and cozy blankets were soon forgotten as she looked around the room. She sighed as she realized she was alone, for the first time. Swiftly she slid out of bed and ran to the door. It was unlocked! She looked both ways before walk-running down the hall to the elevator. Surely in a place this size, they have to have a set of stairs. There were no signs indicating such, and she was leery to start opening doors with letters on them. She didn't want to meet another trainer. She continued looking around until she found an indiscreet door with no special markings. She hesitated only a moment before trying the handle. It was unlocked as well. She slipped inside the dark area behind the door, giving her eyes a moment to adjust before she moved on; pleased she found a set of stairs leading up. Unbeknownst to her, Master and Sir Jarrod were watching her every move from a set of monitors in the security room. "I told you she would try to escape," Sir Jerrod argued. Master just watched her, fingers connected beneath his chin, "Perhaps. But give her time. I feel she will be a welcome addition to the harem." The two men continued to watch as she stealthily climbed three flights of stairs. She wasn't sure why she was panting for breath; she shouldn't be this winded. Of course, she had no way of knowing they were able to reduce the oxygen in the stairwell, to prevent slaves from escaping. She continued on, finding a door at the top of the third flight of stairs. It was locked. She continued her trek. Fourth floor was also locked. But the fifth floor wasn't. She slipped into another hallway, elevator to her left. She tiptoed down the linoleum flooring, shivering at the cooler temperature. This hallway was nothing like the one downstairs. No carpet, stark white walls and no artwork anywhere. This must be the way out. Only one door looked promising; so she entered it, making sure no one was following her. This room was dark, darker than the stairwell. She took a tentative step forward. A sound behind her caused the blood to drain from her face. The door locked behind her. She quickly turned, pulling and tugging on the handle, frantic to get out before she was caught. His laugh was the next sound to cause her to stop. He slowly raised the lighting in the room. Her eyes grew wide as she looked around, taking in all the items in the room. Some she recognized from historical accounts, but there were so many things she was clueless about. Her gaze stopped on him. "Kneel." She dropped to her knees, noticing the floor in here was wood, rather than carpet or linoleum. Her thighs automatically parted the required amount, hands resting on her legs. Her body quivered, knowing she was caught and would likely be punished. Suddenly she remembered. Her pleas were music to his ears as the sight of her kneeling was a feast for his eyes. "Please Master, please don't use the gel. I was lost. I didn't know where Sir Jarrod went, so I went to look for him. Please Master, I am good, I don't need the gel." A sob caught in her throat at his silence. An eternity passed before he spoke, "Look at me, slave Jemma." She looked up, tears slipping down her cheeks yet again. "I've already told you that I use the gel as a last resort. And I rarely have to do that. Yes, you will be punished, for two things. One: you left the room and tried to escape. Secondly, you lied about it." She gasped softly, contemplating the idea of continuing her fable. Instead she dropped her head in resignation. "Yes Master." He walked to her, holding out his hand. She grasped it and rose to her feet, silently following him across the room. Dread filled her as they stopped before a bench. It reminded her of a weight bench. Only, this one had bars and straps that she never saw on the ones at the gym. Not that she went to the gym often. But she still knew this was different. He guided her to lie on her belly, knees resting on the pads on either side, so she was basically kneeling with her body resting on the largest part of the bench. He began strapping her in, one across her back and another just above her ass. Her ankles, thighs and wrists were all secured as well. When he was finished, she couldn't move. Her head rested on the bench, turned to face the left. From the looks of things, he could have strapped her head to another piece, forcing her to face forward. But he didn't. He stepped within her line of sight, showing her two items, "First, you will get twenty strokes with the crop. That is for trying to escape. Then I will give you ten strokes with the cane. That is for lying. After each stroke you will count. There is no need to thank me for each one, as you will do that at the end. I will give you a short break between the crop and the cane. Understood?" She whimpered, wishing she had just stayed in bed, "Yes Master, I understand." "Let's begin." The first strike of the crop was harder than she expected. She gasped as pain flared across her ass. She almost forgot his orders, only remembering as he cleared his throat. "One," she whispered. The next strike was more expected, but still stung. Each of the first ten marked her flesh in a different place across her ass and thighs. Increasing pain was reflected in each count, whimpers and sobs accompanying her words. On the eleventh strike she cried out, feeling him smack a spot already warmed by the crop. Tears fell as he continued without pause, marking her body over and over. "Sixteen...seventeen...gasps...eighteen..." She cried freely, tears dripping to the floor. His hand turned, aiming the last two for the crack of her ass, smacking her twice in quick succession. Her cries echoed through the room, head rising from the bench. She croaked out, "nineteen, twenty," head falling back onto the bench. "Please Master, I can't take any more. Please..." "Yes you can, little slave. And you will. This will teach you to obey. I will give you a few moments before we begin with the cane." He stepped aside, where she couldn't see him. She could hear a whispered conversation, but had no clue who he was talking to. She didn't try to listen, just tried to compose herself as best as she could, thankful for the reprieve. "Are you sure she can take more," Sir Jerrod questioned. It was a rare thing for him, questioning the Master. But she really looked like she couldn't take any more. "Yes, she can take it. She is stronger than she thinks. Now, it is time to begin." He walked back over to her, his hand resting on her warmed ass to let her know he was ready to begin again. She sucked in a breath, anticipating the first strike of the cane. She waited, holding the breath in until she had to release it. As soon as she did she heard a soft whistle. Then searing pain flared across her ass, a scream tearing from her throat. He tapped her ass, waiting for her to obey. She sobbed, fighting to control the tears. A strangled "one" slipped from her lips just seconds before the second lash marked another place on her flesh. "Two," she barely choked out. The next seven strikes blended into one another as he laid stripe after stripe across her reddened flesh. Each lash was followed by her count, barely heard over her sobs. The final lash was laid across her body in the same manner as the final strike of the crop, within the crack of her ass. Her voice allowed no more volume as she cried out, hoarse pleas for it to end escaping her lips. He silently put away the tools of punishment, allowing her a moment to cry. His hand returned to her sore flesh, rubbing a soothing lotion into the marks. His words soothed her almost as much as the lotion, "You did very well, little slave. I am pleased. But I am sadistic, my dear, and need relief. I will not take your mouth this time though, since you have cried yourself hoarse." She felt relief; he wouldn't be using her mouth. But that relief quickly dissipated at his next words. "Instead, I will be using your ass." She begged him not to, told him he could use her pussy, pleaded with him. She knew he was large, and she didn't want to be torn apart. He wouldn't bend, or answer her. He carefully pressed lubricating gel into her ass, using his finger to push it in deep. A second finger joined the first, stretching her tight hole. When his third finger slid inside, she began begging him to stop, whimpering in pain. He chuckled, "My dear, this is nothing compared to my cock." She moaned, wishing it was over already. His fingers left her entrance and something else replaced them, pushing against her, forcing her sphincter to open for him. She clenched, trying to keep him out. "The harder you clench, the more it will hurt, because I will get my cock into your ass." She whimpered and relaxed, gasping as the head popped into her ass. He kept pushing, not giving her a break, filling her until his balls rested against her cunt lips. She moaned, feeling like she had to poop, squeezing his cock. "Oh fuck, little slave, that feels amazing. I don't know how long I will last; your ass is so tight around my cock." He grabbed her hips and slowly dragged his cock out of her ass, and pushed it back in. His growls filled the room as he fucked her slowly, patiently, allowing her to adjust as he enjoyed every movement. As he felt her body respond, he began to increase the pace. She felt a tingling in her nether regions, a warmth filling her. No, she shouldn't be turned on by this. But she was. She wanted more. Her body responded to his thrusts, silently begging for more. His thrusting continued, faster and harder, moving against her as he heard her begging for more. He grunted, giving it all to her, thrusting as hard and fast as possible, fucking her tight little ass, taking her. She cried out as an orgasm soared through her body, her ass tightening further around his cock. His grunts of pleasure increased until he swelled within her, pushing his cock as deep as it would go and letting his own orgasm rip through him. He cried out his pleasure, collapsing on her back. She panted for breath, confused yet sated. Her body felt like jell-o; she was so relaxed. She barely felt him slip out of her ass, his cum dribbling from her body; hardly recognized when he unstrapped her body, releasing her from the bench. Sir Jarrod lifted her into his arms, nodding to the Master as he carried her from the room. Once they reached his room he lowered her to the floor, leading her to the bathroom. He ran a tub of warm water, helping her step into it before he began washing her. Once she was clean he led her back into the main room, to the pallet at the end of the bed. A shackle was placed around her ankle and locked on, securing her to the bed. She didn't care. She was already asleep. Slave Jemma Ch. 04 Sorry it's been a while. I moved the story to BDSM, as she is adjusting to being a slave and accepting her role as such. She isn't fighting back right now, but still being used. Sex and training continue :) Enjoy --------------------------------------------- The next morning she awoke to the smells of breakfast. Her stomach grumbled for food as she stretched, suddenly encountering the shackle on her ankle. She touched it, ran her fingers around it, trying to figure out how to get it off. "Good morning little slave." She looked up at his words, "Good morning Sir Jarrod. May I ask why I am chained to the bed? And why I'm sleeping on the floor?" "That is your sleeping pallet. You will only be allowed in my bed when I give permission. And you are shackled to the bed to hinder your escape. Once you have proven you can be trusted, you will sleep unchained." Her head tilted to the side as she processed his words. She nodded in understanding, quickly replying vocally also, "Thank you, Sir." He smiled. She was coming along nicely. He removed the cuff and allowed her to use the bathroom before ordering her to his side with a simple command, "Kneel." She knelt in the proper position, without being corrected. His pants were quickly removed and he awaited her next move. She scooted forward and began feeding on him, taking her dessert first as he previously instructed her. She quickly brought him to orgasm, swallowing the majority before allowing him to spurt into her mouth. She opened, showing him her mouth full of cum before swallowing. This time she awaited his next move. "Very nicely done, little slave; you are learning quickly. You must be hungry," He commented, laughing as her stomach growled in response. "Well then, let's eat." He fed her bites of pancake, bacon and eggs, offering sips of orange juice. She ate until she couldn't take another bite, savoring each one as it eliminated the taste of his seed from her mouth. He polished off the reminder of their breakfast, letting her finish the juice. "We have a full day ahead of us, little slave. So, let's get started. I want you to know five positions before the day is over. You already know two of them, and seem to be remembering them very well. So you only have three more to learn before the end of the day. The first of those is display. It is similar to stand, but your hands are clasped behind your head and your head is straight." "Why do I need to know both, Sir Jarrod?" "You will only be using display at specific times. But it will be used and you are required to know both. That is all I can tell you at this time. The next is face down. When you hear this command you are to kneel on the floor, leaning forward. Your ass should be in the air and your face against the floor, hands extended above your head, one over the other. Try it." Jemma scooted back away from him to give herself room before lowering her torso to the floor. He breasts flattened against the carpet, face buried within its softness as she stretched her arms out straight. He stood to his feet, stepping around her body. His fingers trailed lightly over her ass before he returned to his seat. He leaned forward and placed one of her hands over the top of the other. "Very good. Display." She stood to her feet, spreading them apart until they were lined up with her shoulders. Her hands clasped behind her head as she awaited his praise. She was quickly rewarded when he said "good girl". A blush or warmth spread over her body. She didn't stop to question why it felt so good. She just wanted to enjoy it. "The last one for today is present ass. When you hear this you will kneel, leaning forward. But this time your hands will rest beside your head and you will put more weight on your shoulders, head tilted to the left. Your legs are to be spread in this position. This gives your Master or trainer access to your ass and your cunt. Try it." She knelt on the floor once more, turning away from him. She was uncomfortable spreading her legs in such a lewd fashion. But she was even more uncomfortable leaning on her shoulders. Her head lay to the left, hands gripping the carpet on either side of her face. She felt his fingers trace her ass before slipping down into the crevice of her cheeks, gently pushing on her rear passage before sliding further down to her pussy. He smiled as he gathered the wetness on his fingers. "Kneel." She had to think a moment before moving. Once she was sure of her position, she turned to face him, thighs parted and hands resting on her legs. "Open," he commanded. She opened her mouth without complaint or question. His fingers slipped into her mouth, coating her tongue with her own juices. She grimaced at the taste, and he laughed. "You will come to enjoy that taste as well, little slave; especially from another girl." She doubted his words, but didn't tell him so. He probably knew anyway. They continued through each of the positions, his crop suddenly appearing as he corrected her mistakes. By lunchtime she was exhausted and ready for a break. He removed his pants and allowed her to service him before she could eat. Her mouth was learning as well, engulfing his member and bringing him to pleasure quickly. She remembered to show him a mouthful of cum before swallowing. And he rewarded her by handing her a small plate of her own. She was given a sandwich, piled high with meats and lettuce, a handful of carrots and a few apple slices. Her belly once again voiced its complaint before she had a chance to take the first bite. She silently thanked him and began devouring her food. He smiled as he watched her eat. She was doing a lot better than he expected. Her training was taking root, she wasn't being corrected near as often, and she seemed to desire to serve. It was time to test her. After lunch he took her to another room. Here she was given a relaxing bath and her nails were clipped, filed and painted. Her pubic hairs were treated as well....to a waxing. She was pampered in a way she never dreamed she could be. In fact, she spent hours in the spa portion of the building. He arrived to pick her up just before dinner time. When they entered his room she noticed a change. The table was moved toward the middle of the room and other chair was added. Both chairs sat at an angle, as to face the entrance to the room as well as face the table. Dinner was already served; two trays bearing lids were sitting on the table. She wondered if she would be allowed to sit as a real person now, since she had been good all day. Her unspoken question was soon answered as Master stepped thru the door. She shied away from him, moving closer to Sir Jarrod. But it was Master's voice she heard give the command "display". She stood before him, spreading her legs a shoulder width apart. Her hands clasped behind her head as she started straight ahead, determined not to look at him. But her body, her rebellious body, responded to his touch as he stroked her belly, moving up to cup her breasts, one at a time. His fingers drifted lower, parting her folds and dipping inside. He drew out her juices, coating his fingers with them as he slid his digits further in, bringing her to the edge of pleasure. Suddenly he withdrew them, electing a groan from her. "Open," he ordered. She replied by opening her mouth to clean his fingers, sucking her fluids from each finger. "She is very responsive. Have you required her to ask for release yet?" "No, I haven't. I was waiting for you to arrive to begin our next phase. This evening she is learning to orgasm on command, prepare her ass for fucking and I will introduce her to the clamps." "Very good. She is still scheduled to meet Sir Samuel tomorrow, right?" "Yes, she will see him directly after breakfast. Then we will return here where we will go over each tool in my cabinet and she will receive a sample of each. She will be on orgasm denial until that lesson is completed, as I'm sure Sir Samuel will have her cumming in his chair." Master chuckled with Sir Jarrod, confusing her even further. During their conversation Master's fingers had returned to her cunt, coaxing her to the edge without letting her cum. She whimpered, wanting to explode, but he stopped each time. At his command she cleaned his fingers once more and knelt at his side. Master pulled his pants to his feet, allowing her to service him for her meal. She scooted forward and went right to work. While engrossed in pleasing her Master, she didn't hear Sir Jarrod cross the room, or return. She did feel him placing a strap around her waist, with something snug against her little clit. Suddenly she felt vibrations against her cunt. She moaned around Master's cock. His fingers wrapped into her hair, tugging her forward as he spoke, "You will not cum without permission, little slave. If you do, you will be punished." She whimpered at his words, hoping she could hold back when she got close. She could already feel it building. She began to panic, trying to pull away from his cock. But he wouldn't let go, only pulled her deeper, gagging her with his size. But Sir Jarrod also knew she was close and turned off the vibe with the remote in his hand. He gave her a few moments before turning it back on, watching her body writhe in pleasure filled agony as she serviced her Master. He rubbed his own groin, needing release as well. Soon Master's cock swelled in her mouth. She swallowed, pulling back just enough to take the reminder of his gift into her mouth to show him. He smiled, allowing her to swallow. "She is truly a delight. I will have to come to dinner more often," Master chuckled. The two men took turns feeding her, as well as turning on and off the vibe still attached to her clit. Once dinner was complete they moved the table back to its place and set the chairs to the side, opening the middle of the room. Sir Jarrod retrieved another toy from his hidden cabinet and showed it to her. She saw two pieces of metal, seemingly intricate designs, connected with a chain. "These are clover clamps, little slave. You will wear these for the reminder of your training today. He handed a clamp to Master and they both opened them. The clamps were simultaneously placed on her nipples, causing her to cry out in pain. She whimpered, looking down at her breasts. "Please Sir Jarrod, they hurt. Can't you take them off?" Rather than answering, he tugged on the connecting chain, causing both clamps to tighten on her tender bits. He also flicked the remote, causing the vibe to begin again. As she got closer to the edge he tugged the clamps once more, forcing them to squeeze her nipples tightly within the metal teeth. "Cum little slave, cum now," he ordered. She felt like her body was shattering into a million pieces as she screamed her pleasure. She quivered and shook, wave after wave of pleasure overtaking her senses. She wasn't aware of moving, yet she found herself resting on the floor. The horrid clamps were still on her nipples, only now they hurt even worse. She moaned softly, attracting their attention. "Ah, she returns to us. Very nicely done, little slave. I am most pleased," commented Master. She blushed under his praise, thanking him softly. "It is now time for you to serve your Master and trainer. Have you learned 'all fours' and 'prepare ass' yet?" "No Master, I haven't." "Good, then I get to teach them to you while Sir Jarrod gets the necessary items. When you are given the command 'all fours', you are to get on your hands and knees as if you were going to crawl. But, you won't be crawling just yet. You will spread your legs, giving us access to that moist cunt of yours. When you are told to 'prepare ass', you will do as it sounds. You will prepare your ass for a fucking. If you know where the lubricating gel is, you will fetch it. Sometimes it will be given to you. Use your fingers and insert the gel into your ass, stretching yourself as I did yesterday. Understood?" She continued to blush throughout his description, butterflies building in her belly. But she responded, "Yes Master". "Very good slave Jemma. Now, prepare ass." She took the jar of gel from Sir Jerrod and dipped her fingers into it. A groan escaped as she pushed the gel into her ass, hoping she got it lubed enough. She was beyond feeling humiliated; this was utter torture. She was required to get her own ass ready to be used! All too soon she heard the next command "all fours". She got on her hands and knees, parting her legs. She wasn't sure quite were to look, so she lowered her head. She heard both men get up and shed their clothing and suddenly this position made more sense. Sir Jarrod stood before her face, tugging her hair and commanding her to "open". She opened her mouth, allowing him to fill her with his shaft. Pressure began building against her ass, causing her to moan over Sir Jarrod's cock. "Oh fuck that feels good. Make her moan again." Master shoved the full length of his cock into her ass in one push, her eyes growing large as she screamed. Sir Jarrod to advantage and shoved his cock down her throat, effectively cutting off her screams. They flipped the switch and the vibe came to life beneath her. "You are not allowed to cum without permission, slave girl. And since your mouth is stuffed full of my cock; that means you can't cum until after I do." She moaned, hoping he would get off soon. Both men began to thrust, unconcerned for her pleasure, as they knew she would be cumming regardless. One gripped her hips while the other gripped her face, each thrusting fast and hard. She teetered on the edge, barely managing to hold back as her body was used for their release. Her tits swayed beneath her, causing pain to flare up from the clamps. Suddenly Master smacked her ass, making her clench in pain. He groaned, enjoying her reaction, and smacked her again in the same place. Soon he was cumming, filling her ass with his spunk. Sir Jarrod was quick to join him, shooting his load into her belly. She didn't have time to show him a mouthful, as it all went down her throat. But he wasn't concerned this time. Still, she hadn't cum. Both men took a step back, watching the hot little slave whimper, begging for release. "I'll make you a deal, slave Jemma," Master began. "Lay on your back, feet flat on the floor and knees up. Spread your legs wide." She got into position as he spoke, anxious for her orgasm. "Now, pleasure yourself. I want to watch you cum." She blushed, but the desire to cum over road any embarrassment. Her fingers dipped into her wet core, pumping in and out as the men watched her. They began stroking their cocks, feeling them swelling with pleasure once more. The sexy girl lay writhing on the floor, fingers as deep as they would go, fucking herself. The vibe continued to buzz against her clit. She reached up and twisted a clamp, shooting pain through her body, igniting her pleasure. Her words came out garbled, but they understood her desire. "Cum, slave... now." She came apart, cumming harder than ever. Her Master joined her, spraying her body with cum. Sir Jarrod didn't hesitate to cum on her either. She screamed out her pleasure as they removed the clamps, thrashing on the carpeted floor before tensing for one last wave. Suddenly she fell limp, panting for breath, gasping for air. She thanked them over and over. They smiled at each other and lavished praise on her. She was lifted from the floor and placed in a tub of warm water yet again. Her body was gently cleaned and dried before she was taken to her pallet. Her ankle was once again encased in a cuff, but she was already asleep. Master knelt beside her, kissing her forehead and wishing her a good night.