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Welcome Home Jenny

By Toran

 

Part One:� Breakfast

 

The pancakes were cooked just right � little delicate bit of crust on the outside and nice and fluffy on the inside.� I grinned.� Those traits could be applied to at least a few things that� came to mind.� I delicately cut a larger piece into two and the table shifted slightly.

 

She had come for me.� Of course, I had sent her open-dated tickets and was pleasantly surprised that she had some time coming to her and she would be seeing me soon.� I wondered if the other nurses and doctors with which she worked so many hours had any idea how she would be spending her �holiday�.

 

I reached across the table and got the syrup.� You could never have enough syrup.� This drew a muffled grunt.� She hadn�t liked the syrup last time but too bad.� You can never get enough syrup.

 

Oh, Jenny had been thinking about those days in London.� Soon after my return I got� a complete recounting of how she and Sue managed to work their way out of the predicament I had left them in.� True to Sue, all it took was a few threats from Jenny to get her to work on the ropes I had left Jenny in.� Once free, Jenny had made use of the room for the rest of the night, and, of course, Sue had ridden back to the flat they shared in the box that Jenny had been locked in only days before.

 

I poured a thin line of syrup around the remaining short stack of pancakes and then let the trail of Thick Maple and Honey wander a bit.� The table squirmed again and grunted.� Well, she was always bragging about her perfectly flat stomach.� When I�d asked her if I could eat off of it, her smug comment had cemented the idea.�

 

Seeing her at the airport was actually the first time I�d seen Jenny with any clothes on.� Funny thing, that.� When she came through the security point at O�Hare I almost didn�t recognize her.� The last I had seen this woman, she was stretched spread-eagled naked on a hotel room bed � and what a fetching sight that had been.� If it hadn�t been for business, I would have stayed and plundered a little longer.� But the woman that walked towards me in faded jeans and blouse that immediately told me there wasn�t a bra beneath, black hair neatly cut, smart glasses and confident smile was almost another woman.� All it took was one hug, though and I knew it was my Jenny.

 

I ran the syrup line over her belly-button, creating and overflowing a pool that slowly began to run down the sides of her waist.� I walked the line even further, down the clean-shaved mound of her pelvis to the opening of her pussy.� I found that if you just have a dab coming out and place it just above the first fold of her pussy lips, gravity will do the rest and that stream will just flow right inside.� She squirmed, hips bucking, but the silk ropes that I had chosen for breakfast held her tight.� I could imagine the subtle teasing the slow moving syrup was giving her.� That�s ok, girl � nothing compares to having your balls pulled in two different directions.

 

She�d hadn�t told her bosses that she was testing the waters over here in the states.� This opened up many many wonderful possibilities.� My job took me everywhere and seeing my girl from time to time in London or her hometown of Rhudlan would not be that big a deal.� Problem was, ever since I had gotten back to the states, she was all I could think about.� I thought I knew her before my trip to England, but there in that hotel room, somewhere between the quiet bath I�d given her (she was tightly laced with leather straps, of course, and had dribbled hot wax buttons all over the top half of her breasts � I�m a sadistic bastard, haven�t I told you?) and the slow passionate love we made the next morning (the straps having dried were gone and replaced with biting lines of thread, heh-heh) I became quite smitten with her.

 

I reached for a sausage link and followed the line of syrup from her belly button to her quivering pussy lips, smearing syrup and drawing a low moan the whole time.� Working the tip past the folds of flesh, I softly entered her with the sausage � no hard feat as she was coated with syrup and the wetness of her arousal.� Her moan dropped in pitch as I worked the sausage in a slow circular motion, sometimes running the tip along the outside folds, sometimes working it inside and every once in a while, brushing it against her little button.� But not enough to get her to come � my balls were still angry little men, pissed off at being mistreated so.

 

I could tell she liked my house.� She made a few comments about being filthy rich, which I wasn�t, not exactly, but her eyes sparkled as we drove down the lane to my front door.� My uncle had been a very successful real estate man in Milwaukee.� He could look at a picture of the Milwaukee sky line (admittedly nothing of the scale of Chicago or New York, but no slouch either) and point to each building he had sold.� It was a respectable number.� Back in the early to mid 90�s, when Rockford was still expanding along the east side of town in a valiant effort to become Chicago�s most westerly remote suburb, my uncle had gotten a great deal on wooded farmland.� Of course, everyone in the Midwest knows that you can�t grow crops in the woods and that�s probably why he got such a good deal.� He snapped up close to a thousand acres of rolling wooded land along the Pecatonica river, west of Rockford, with the intent of developing an alternative to the East Side condominium rush.� And then Rockford fizzled.

 

She was approaching an orgasm � I could tell by the frenzied little thrusts of her hips and the steady ungghh noise she was making from behind the silk gag � so I pulled the little sausage out of her and ate it.� You can�t do that with a cigar � eat it, anyway.� Her hips strained against the silk I had looped around the tops of her thighs and the whining started up.� Oh, bitter tease, the better to repay you, my dear.� I smoothed up the remainder of the syrup with another forkful of pancake and slid my chair to the head of the table.� Her soft brown eyes looked up at me in that distracted female aroused way that sent a little trickle of warmth to my dick.� I ran a hand along the silk packing that forced her lips apart, feeling the firmness of the saliva soaked silk and the softness of lips straining around it.� She preferred bodge tape gags for their efficiency.� I was an artist at heart and could never get enough of lips forced to deal with the intrusion of a gag.� Of course, a woman�s face covered in tape was sexy enough, but I much more preferred to see cheeks puffed out as they accommodate a fat ballgag, or the corners of the mouth folded back from a tight thick cleave gag.� And silk was the best � if felt so soft and slick as it filled with saliva.

 

I believe it was called a saturation point.� Many of Chicago�s businessmen loved the idea of the cheaper deals they could find in Rockford and didn�t mind the hour or so commute to the Loop.� But that was from the East Side.� Tack on an additional forty five minutes commuting time to get from the West end of Rockford to the toll way to Chicago and suddenly the deal didn�t look so good.� So the land went largely undeveloped.� My uncle had a good-sized ranch-style mansion built as a retreat of sorts, but I could probably count on one hand the number of times he and his wife stayed there.� They were city folk, the kind that love condos because they wouldn�t be expected to cut the postage stamp sized lawn in front.� The country was not his style.� When he passed, God rest his soul, he deeded the land and house to me.� Sadly, I can say that most of my wealth has come from my Uncle in the form of never having to make a house payment.� And there was the sizable stock portfolio he left to me, but that�s private business.� Suffice to say, I worked because I enjoyed it, not because I needed it.

 

I kissed her forehead and looked down the table at my bound lady.� I had tied her ankles and wrists, of course, with silk to the heavy oak table in my spacious but modest dining hall.� Loops of silk ran above and below her nicely sized breasts (more than a mouthful is a waste, as my college roommate had once said).� More silk held her thighs and calves to the table.� How I loved her calves.� She had runner�s legs and, true to her word, one could eat off her flat belly.

 

But time was a wasting.� Dawn was due back from Chicago and she�d phoned to say that the surprise was with her.� I still had a few things to prepare and it was a beautiful spring day here in the Midwest.� Besides, Jenny was all sticky and it would take some time to get her licked clean.

 

 

Part 2: Meet Teri

 

She�d seen the house, of course, in my tour the first day she�d arrived.� Small comments about being filthy rich was duly noted and filed under the Punishment Paddling section of the Smart-Mouth slave file.� Jenny could put you down with just a few words and she seemed pleased at this ability.� I was pleased at her hunger to be pushed further, and that necessitated a visit to my �retreat in the woods�.� That would come tomorrow, until I could think my little plan through completely.

 

She�d luxuriated so far, and even gotten the best of me with the ball-stretching �incident� (I would never let on that she could slice into my submissive side like a knife in butter she was that focused and efficient � that would be encouraging her and I got the feeling that this girl rarely needed encouragement, a little love and snuggling sometimes � and that was Sue�s and my department).� In short, she�d gotten me to let her tie me down to the bedposts � wrists, ankles, balls.� The last was the bitch of it.� I was still sore from her riding me to one strained orgasm and then riding me some more � my dick laced up with leather straps had little choice but to stay hard.

 

Today, she would get a taste of my exercise room.� Buried deep in the second level of the basement � the first occupied by my wine cellar and those needed things that didn�t belong up in the living area � the exercise room adjoined the punishment room.� My household was not completely strict, but it wasn�t a lazy affair either.� My two Primaries were Dawn, called One for short, and Teri, called Two (hey, I could have taken the time to come up with elaborate names, of course, but the point was that they served me and in all instances not relating to the real world, they were simply my One and Two servants).

 

Dawn, was my secretary, assistant and an ex.� I�d met her in college, lived with her, introduced her simultaneously to BDSM, marriage, and Gin.� All in that order.� It was the last that caused us to part ways.� The divorce was messy and I was shocked to shit when she phoned some five years later and asked to reconcile.� I�d done a little 24/7 with the girl that had turned out to be my second wife � figured that the bondage would keep us together, then blamed the other when it didn�t.� So I was a little hesitant to get back with Dawn.� But she�d pestered me a bit, then, over drinks, she�d made an amazing proposition:� She wanted to be my contracted slave.� Seems she�d been taken by our forays into bondage when we were together and had hit the net hard, having her share of brief encounters.� When all was said and done, she still loved me and wanted to be with me and thought the solution would be a slave contract, in which we both benefited from a relationship with one captain, not two.

 

About this time, my Uncle passed away and I came into wealth like rolling out of bed.� It seemed like a great idea to staff my little abode with someone who really knew the word servant.� We had a little ceremony in the dining hall amid candles and incense and she formally became One.� You see, I�d been taken with the whole 24/7 thing that I had already planned at least a Two, maybe even a Three, if I found that handling three women was as good as it sounded.

 

I met Teri at a local munch.� I�d been reluctant to go to anything like that, but Dawn was into intense whipping and I was a novice.� We attended a whipping demonstration and the slave that got the worst of it was Teri.� Dawn gravitated to her, email addresses were exchanged, and in no time, there was a second ceremony in the hall.� My life was changed forever � maintaining not one but two slaves was a chore.� But the chore had its payouts.� Teri�s primary duties were to do all the driving, except those times when I had to associate with my fellow co-workers (I did most of my work at home, so those times were few and far between) and to maintain the kitchen and housekeeping.

 

With any luck, Jenny would enter the fold.� I had a notion that Three didn�t suit her � she�d probably move right to the top of the class.� But that was in the future.� At that moment, walking her down the steps to the exercise/punishment level, she was still my Jenny, not a silly number.� Who knows?� Maybe she�ll never be a number�

 

Teri, all 5�-5� of her, was strapped into the walker machine.� The bangs of her lustrous brunette hair was pasted across her forehead, while sparkling green eyes watched us approach over flushed red cheeks.� A servant using the walker learned quickly to breath through her nose as her mouth was tightly plugged.� She learned to walk with her arms strapped behind her in the custom armbinder.� Last, she learned to keep up the pre-programmed pace, as her little nipples were clamped by their rings to the front of the machine.� Both One and Two were ringed in three places � one each gracing their nipples, and a neat row of three rings on either side of their pussy lips.� The nip rings got most of the work-out, but the pussy rings were great for chastity, not that chastity was a problem when they wore their chastity belts, but the little locks would come out for trips to the outside world.

 

Teri�s lithe body, a product of the mandatory two hour a day work-out, was covered with a sheen of sweat.� She lowered her eyes as we approached, but I caught a sidewise stare at Jenny that was also filed away in the Punishment Folder.� I walked up alongside the machine and reached in to tug on the wide band of the four buckled ball gag � the girls didn�t quite grasp the concept of tight gags and were constantly guilty of letting the things go slack.

 

Jenny was watching the machine closely.� It was a basic treadmill with the added enhancements of clips for the nips up front, and a waist cincher / armbinder that stopped the whole thing if the servant fell behind and slid off the back.� Of course, the waist cincher had a large dildo and butt-plug fitted to it and the armbinder was spring locked to open at the end of the prescribed workout time.� Teri was diligently trying to look straight ahead and it was only me that caught that gleam in Jenny�s eye.

 

Not taking her eyes off the naked and sweat glistening body striding before her, she asked, �How fast does this thing go?� Really, can it do a sprint?�

 

I took her hand and walked her to the front, showing her the speed controls.� Teri�s eyes were getting wider by the second.� Jenny was a distance runner � she was a great example of what a beautifully athletic body a female could be by running.� Teri, unfortunately, was not running.� Yet.

 

�So, all I have to do is press this speed button a few times, like this�� The machine�s whine went up a pitch and Teri grunted.� Her brisk walking pace was suddenly a light jog.� The strain on her nips as she fought to keep the thin chain slack was all that was on her mind.� After a few moments, in which Jenny contentedly watched Teri struggle to keep the pace � she�d already been on the machine for over an hour � Jenny again reached over and pressed the button a few times.� The machine began to hum and a quick look at Teri�s stretched nipples gave me the idea that the poor girl was getting into a bit of trouble.� Teri frantically looked to me and I could see the beginning of tears mixing with the sweat on her brow.� Her body was forced into an odd swaying motion by the speed at which her legs were forced to run and the useless hands that were lost behind her and unable to provide momentum.

 

I leaned into Jenny�s ear.� �Maybe you would like to try this thing.�� She continued to look at Teri but nodded her head.� �Of course, you get the full works,� I whispered in her ear, my arm reaching around her waist and finding a hard nipple.

 

�Sign me up,� she said.

 

It was only a few moments and the girl�s positions were reversed.� Jenny had immediately balked at the gag, but after I had the waist belt locked on and its features firmly inserted in both her ass and puss and her arms tightly strapped behind her, she had little choice but to scowl as I methodically buckled the gag tightly on.� She also wanted to attach the nipple clamps herself, but I gave Teri this honor.� Eyes never leaving Jenny�s, Teri firmly clamped each of Jenny�s long nipples, and then tightened the screw a few turns.� As Jenny whined into the gag, Teri kissed her gently on the cheek and set the walker to a good walking pace.� I leaned into the machine and pumped the speed up to a good run.� I�m a sadistic bastard � Jenny would have to loosen up on the fly.� With a sharp slap to Jenny�s ass, Teri and I went upstairs for a bit.� An hour would get Jenny nice and limber.

 

 

Part Three: Hello Sue

 

While I was busy unstrapping a now weary Jenny from the walker machine, careful not to give her too much freedom � she had a long day ahead of her and the next few hours would require she stay bound and relatively docile - Dawn was waiting beyond the security area at O�Hare.� She held a picture in her hand and alternated between peering at the trickle of passengers getting out of customs and the pretty naked blonde in the picture.� Finally, her eyes tracking a plainly dressed woman with blond hair cascading over her shoulders, a smile came to Dawn�s lips and she said, �Well, hello, Sue��

 

�Jenny�s eyes were fatigued.� She was an excellent distance runner � in fact, she preferred to jog every day and I�d had quite the time keeping up with her as we raced the narrow walking paths meandering through my land.� So her battle with the walking-machine-turned-running-machine would have been hers to win, except for the armbinder harness.� When you loose the momentum of your arms, you�ve lost the race.

 

Teri had the body harness all ready to go and it was no time before Jenny was caught like a fly in the spider-web of leather straps that criss crossed her chest and boobs, drew the armbinder tight to her back, and buried the waist-cincher with those wonderful attachments even deeper into her.� I added a strap around her knees as a hobble and we were ready to go�.

 

��Are you Sue?�� The blond stopped, her travel case rolling up to bump her in the back of the calf.� Sue eyed the mousey brown haired Dawn with a hint of suspicion, her eyes traveling down past Dawn�s large boobs and athletic 5�-5� body.� Dawn handed her the note I�d written and gotten Jenny to sign � blindfolded, of course.� It was so easy to get someone to do something for you when they were strapped down and held on the brink of orgasm for an hour or so.

 

Sue glanced at the note, reading it only once, then gave Dawn a nervous smile.� �I guess I�m in your hands.�

 

Dawn grabbed the handle of the travel case, directed Sue to the parking ramp exit, and tried very hard to suppress a full-fledged grin.� Knowing Dawn, it was very easy to see the candy canes and sugar plums dancing in her head at that moment�.

 

�It was a nippy spring day.� Temperature was in the upper fifties � nice for an invigorating walk.� Quite the bitch if you�re strapped and naked and forced to hobble along on bare feet and tired legs.� But sometimes it was a bitch being Jenny, especially when I had my sights set on a little sadistic discipline.� With Teri keeping a discrete pace behind us, I took the opportunity to teach Jenny how to identify some of the multitude of aviary life we have here in the Midwest.� I would have loved to ask her which birds they also had over in Rhudlan, but the poor girl was well and truly gagged and I had the idea that the first words out of her mouth would not have been Robin Red Breast, had I popped the gag out.

 

Still, I enjoyed the walk.� I wanted to keep up a brisk pace as I hadn�t had my morning work-out and every time Jenny failed to keep up, Teri was right behind her with the crop.� The first two swats were really all it took to get Jenny on the right pace, and I suspected that it wasn�t just fatigue that caused the third through twenty or so swats that followed � the girl may actually be acquiring a taste for the crop.� We covered the mile or so distance from the house to the twin silos in little more than fifteen minutes.� By that time, Jenny�s nips were straining from the chill morning air while her tight butt was awash in tiny red crop marks.� She glared at me over flushed cheeks, a thin line of drool dripping unladylike down her breast.� What a wonderful sight.� Oh, it�s good to be king�

 

�The Rolls was a special vehicle.� What made it special were the subtle modifications I�d had done to accommodate its purpose.� Sue was about to experience one of the better ones.

 

Dawn popped the trunk and gently stowed Sue�s travel case inside.� Then, with the air of a top-rate chauffeur, she opened the door to the spacious passenger area and helped Sue inside.� The instant the door closed Sue heard the unmistakable click of the door locks shutting.� Watching Dawn walk around the front of the Rolls, she nervously tested the handles and found that she was, indeed, locked in.� Whether that was her first touch of fear is hard to say.� Sue was a tough cookie, but utterly subbie at heart.� To say that she trusted me would be a joke.� But Jenny had written the letter and if Jenny had wanted this, then Sue would accept it.� Only Jenny could make Sue do anything and it was Jenny and Jenny alone, that Sue obeyed without question.

 

Dawn made no effort to talk to Sue, as the Rolls slipped into the O�Hare traffic circle she kept the sliding partition closed.� So Sue was left with her thoughts, locked into the passenger compartment of a Rolls-Royce, gliding through American traffic, tired from a long flight, and probably just a little nervous at what her immediate future held for her�

 

�I popped the lock on the second of the twin silos and the small metal door squealed loudly.� The first was a real operating silo.� The farmer that owned the land just north of me needed extra storage from time to time and I leased the first silo out to him.� Of course, there were a few provisions to the lease, one of which Jenny was about to discover.

 

The second silo was mine and few, save my servants, had ever been allowed inside, for obvious reasons.� Standing some hundred feet in the air and roughly twenty feet in diameter, both silos looked like tall torpedoes, ready to launch at the sky.� The first held last fall�s corn harvest.� The second held instruments of my world�

 

�Dawn was an excellent driver and even though Sue�s initial unease at driving down the wrong side of the road was slowly put to rest, the traffic was a sight.� But in no time, Dawn had pointed the Rolls westward and Sue settled in for a comfortable ride.

 

The smoky privacy panel between the driving and passenger compartments slid aside and Dawn smiled back at Sue in the watchers mirror.� �Feel free to have a drink � Toran has seen to it that there is plenty of London Gin and a bottle of tonic in the little fridge just in front of you.� We�re about an hour out of Rockford.�

 

The tonic, of course, was drugged.� Mess with a bottle of Tangueray Gin and I�ll be forced to kill you.� But tonic?� Who cared about carbonated soda.� By Sue�s third sip of the Gin and tonic she was feeling decidedly sleepy.� Her fourth sip cautioned her to place the glass in the holder in front of her.� She never took a fifth sip.� And somewhere near the old Shireland Horse Park, west of the Fox River Valley but still a bit east of Rockford, the Rolls took an exit that lead to trouble for Sue�

 

�The foyer of the silo was actually a few steps up, once you walked inside.� I had re-built the inside of the silo so it was basically a round, ten story building.� Each floor catered to a different vice and in time, Jenny would visit each.� But for now, we were going to the sub floor � the one with the ingenious additions added, inspired by non other than the strapped and hobbled and exhausted girl at my side.

 

Jenny grunted as we took the few steps down into the bowels of the silo.� Typically, the concrete floor of a silo is at ground level.� This was still ground level.� What I had done is raise the area around the silo so that you were actually entering the silo at a level above ground.� In the time before I met Jenny, I used this open concrete area for storage � sometimes when a new piece of torture equipment would arrive and I was just too busy to get to it, it would end up here until one of the girls would literally beg me to get it into operation.� But since Jenny, I�d had another idea and that one was going to get its trial run today.

 

There were only two things in this lower, dungeon-like area of the silo.� A steel stake, sunk in the concrete floor, six inches high with an eyehole in the top, and a knotted rope that hung from the ceiling a few feet from the stake.� It was to the stake that I led Jenny and once positioned so her free ankles straddled the rod, I laced her to it with a length of rope produced by Teri � number one priority of both my servants was that they carried with them the means to be bound and made helpless.� Teri was a rope girl � Dawn loved straps.

 

Jenny was looking about the place, not minding the work I was doing to her feet to make sure she would be unable to leave this position in the center of the silo.� She was actually surprised when I popped the gag out of her mouth.� Working her jaw a little, she managed to get at least one curse out before I motioned Teri to slap her ass with the crop.

 

I leaned in and kissed her.� She tasted as good as always and I wanted to continue long after Teri impatiently cleared her throat.� That would cost her a thorough whipping later, but with a girl like Teri, you never knew how much punishment was coaxed�

 

�Dawn went to work quickly.� We didn�t want Sue out very long as the little camera set into the side of the fridge was to record the rest of her trip to Rockford.� Gently relieving Sue of her clothes, Dawn paused to cup one of Sue�s very nicely shaped boobs and, posing for the camera, licked the nipple to hardness.� Carefully, she slid Sue a little to the side of the leather seat and worked the hidden latches on the center seat portion.� The cushion was pushed away and Dawn pulled out what looked like a latex sheath, anchored at all sides to the seat frame.� Sue was worked into a sitting position directly in the center and then the latex sheet was brought up around her, like a cocoon.� Dawn pulled the tight latex up Sue�s sleeping body, pausing at Sue�s breasts to work each into separate openings of the sheet that had reinforced wiring around it.� With Sue�s breasts now poking out through the sheet like two fleshy pears � the only bit of flesh visible now, save Sue�s head - Dawn tightened both sets of wire rings, effectively snugging up the latex at the base of Sue�s boobs.

 

The collar came next.� Heavy leather and three inches high, the bottom attached tightly to the latex that now covered Sue�s body tightly, molding her to the center of the Roll�s seat.� As the last buckle of the collar was locked, Sue started to come around.� We�d worked on the timing very carefully, me and the two girls.� We knew with relative precision how much drug had to be ingested and how long Sue would be out.� Dawn was right on schedule.

 

�Wasss thisssssss� Sue murmered, slowly realizing that she was snuggly encased in latex.� Dawn smiled, winked at the camera and flicked a switch at the base of the seat.� Somewhere in the trunk compartment a little machine kicked in and began sucking the air out of the latex cocoon that trapped Sue.� The effect was stunning.� Very quickly, the latex seemed to melt into Sue and every part of the pretty blonde�s body was molded to the seat.� The openings for her boobs had a wonderful effect as it thrust her two already large breasts out even more.

 

Sue sucked in her breath in surprise, the last of the drug leaving quickly.� Panic hit her hard and just as the first shriek of fear started to escape her lips, Dawn swung over and smothered her mouth with kisses.� Her legs straddling the cocooned Sue, Dawn�s hands gently massaged Sue�s nipples to hardness and it was only moments before Sue�s shrieks turned to moans, then a contented hum that came from deep in her throat.� Later, watching the video, I was impressed at Sue�s ability to ride one orgasm after the other, all while lost in her tight vacuum bag.� As for Dawn, she�d hump anything that was wearing latex�

 

��Toran, what awful predicament have you got me in now?�� Jenny�s eyes were sparkling and I could tell she was very interested and very aroused.� This girl was amazing in what she would try � she was like a mummification adventurer, always seeking new ways to become mummified and loving just about all of them.

 

I put a finger to her lips then motioned Teri to go upstairs to the control platform.� �You�ll love this, girl.� Believe me.��� At a nod to Teri who was now in position, a shiny new metal door in the top of the area, close to the ceiling, opened and immediately a strong flood of kernelled corn poured out hitting the concrete floor like water from a burst dam.� We watched the torrent for a few minutes as it was making a nice pile on the floor a few feet away from where Jenny was tethered.� Jenny slowly turned her head towards me, the smile gone but the gleam in her eyes like a beacon. ��Well, I�ll be fucked.�

 

�Not yet, dear.�� I motioned to Teri and three more doors opened around the diameter of the silo and now there were four growing piles of corn, completely surrounding us.� It was only a matter of seconds before the first of the corn covered our feet.� I leaned into Jenny again, finding her lips and this time she tried as best she could to press her strapped body into mine.� The sound of the falling corn was deafening and by the time we had corn up to our knees I wanted to fuck this girl right into tomorrow.

 

Part Four: Cornbread

 

I grabbed the rope hanging from the ceiling and pulled myself up and out of the waist-high corn with all my might.� Just like water, the void was filled instantly.� Jenny�s eyes were closed, and she seemed quite calm, considering that she was slowly being buried in corn � bound from head to toe with straps and unable to do anything about it.� She�d been mummified a hundred different ways, trapped in boxes, encased in expandable foam�Now she was being buried alive in what would one day be Green Giant Cream Corn.

 

Carefully, so as not to be sucked under like quick-sand, I stayed above the rising corn, using the rope to get me close to Jenny.� No sense in trying to talk.� She was slipping into subbie space and I was just content to watch.� I glanced up at Teri at the controls and she had a pleasant look on her face � methinks she would have given a few whippings to be in Jenny�s place right now�

 

�Dawn was quite the tour-guide.� Not often was she privileged to drive one of my captives around as long as she liked.� The plan was for her to have Sue until late in the afternoon, just before dinner, and with this being slightly after mid-day, she was showing Sue all the sights.� It was a one-way conversation, though, as Sue�s mouth was filled with an inflatable latex gag, pumped up so her cheeks puffed out nicely.� Totally unable to do anything but breathe and move her eyes to the left or right, in response to Dawn�s pointing out of Rockford�s landmarks, Sue was taking her captivity well.� Her exposed boobs had turned a lovely shade of pink then red then purple and somewhere around the Belvidere Oasis, Dawn and thoughtfully clamped both nips.

 

As the Rolls swung out along Highway 73 and towards my place, Dawn checked her watch and decided that sightseeing was over � she wanted to get Sue up to her room so she could �freshen� her up before dinner�

 

�I casually flicked first one nipple then the next, trying to make the most of the few moments left when I could actually get to them.� The level of corn was fast climbing up her body.� I lay across the top, holding firmly to the rope, pulling myself up continuously to stay above the flood.

 

Jenny�s face was serene, not at all panicked and I was struck by her complete trust in me.� Were the positions reversed and I had Jenny�s face peering at me as I was being buried alive, I think a few disparaging thoughts would have crossed my mind.� It was at that moment, watching her gracefully accept my latest torture, that I decided that I was going to get her something really special, something she would love.� I filed the thought away, to act on it later.

 

For now, the corn had just crested her collarbone and I motioned for Teri to cut off the flow.� From somewhere deep in the bowels of the second silo, the auger that fed the corn into this silo ground to a halt.� The flood out the four doors in this silo slowed to a trickle then halted totally.� This silence was deafening.

 

�Jenny?� Are you ok?�

 

She gave no response and a sharp fear struck my heart.� I had worried about crushing her � there were stories galore about farmers getting caught in one of these and getting dead pretty quickly.� But I had calculated that she would not be crushed with this amount.

 

I reached out with one hand and caressed her face, the other hand holding to the rope for dear life � I was sure that I would be swallowed by the corn in a matter of minutes were I to loose my grip and try to �swim� out.

 

She gave no indication of life and my caress turned into a gentle slap.� Her eyes flew open and she scowled.� �Well I was going to say �gotcha� but after that I�ll say �ouch, you bastard!��

 

I patted her cheek, grinning.� �How does it feel?�

 

I could see she was trying to move under the sea of corn and she did manage some movement in her shoulders � were she not bound with straps already, she may have been able to somehow work free enough to get to the rope.� Of course, her ankles were tethered to the floor so even that would have been an impossibility.

 

�It is like thousands of tiny needles pressing into me at once � I can�t move much at all.�� She gave me a glare.� �You are a bastard.� This is not very pleasant.�

 

I strained and gave her a kiss.� �I watched your face, dear Jennifer � you are not that discomforted.� Beside, you�d better get used to it.�� I started to pull myself up the rope.� �This is how you�ll be spending your afternoon.�

 

�I�m going to sew your nutsack to your dick the next time you fall asleep, you bastard!�

 

I climbed up onto the platform next to Teri.� �Two, make a note that Jenny is to be restrained for the duration of her stay � at least whenever I�m sleeping.�

 

Teri smiled, looking down at Jenny.� �Noted, boss.�

 

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