Chapter 2
The next morning Donavan and Harriett awoke and after a pleasant breakfast
changed into their attire for the day's events and headed into the dungeon.
Harriett enjoyed dressing the part of a hard-core FemDom and wore a black
leather outfit that consisted of a simple G-string with two straps leading up
the front to her massive breasts, where it formed a spider web pattern over them
with a strap securing across the back. The pattern left her tits exposed. Both
nipples were poking right out all firm and hard from the excitement she felt.
Two more straps lead up to her neck where they attached to a thick leather
collar that was adorned with spikes and a single o-ring on the front of the
collar. She also wore a pair of 6-inch spike stilettos. Donavan was more
conservative wearing only a pair of leather shorts. It did nothing to hide the
massive erection he sported.
They entered the dungeon and looked over their toy. Jolene was still unconscious
from the drugs given her the day before. Harriett walked over and lifted her
Jolene's head up and smiled. She patted the girl's face and softly cooed to her.
"Time to wake up sweetie. Your new life waits."
Jolene began to stir and with a start opened her eyes very sleepily to Harriett.
Jolene couldn't understand why her arms hurt and what was wrong with her mouth.
She saw Harriett standing in front of her in a very revealing outfit. Jolene
tried to move but found that her arms and legs wouldn't move. She tried to cry
out but found she couldn't. Jolene began to struggle against her bonds but was
unable to move them. Fear slammed into her like a freight train when she
discovered she was bound to a wall and the nice couple that picked her up was
standing in front of her in skimpy outfits. Jolene then got a good look at the
room around her and seeing where she was began to struggle even more.
Donavan enjoyed this part; the initial realization and attempts to escape always
excited him. Harriett walked back and stood behind Donavan and the two watched
their pet struggle in her bonds. Jolene was becoming frantic and almost
hysterical in her attempts to escape. Mewing and crying coming from behind the
ball-gag. The couple took in the scene for a few minutes as Jolene's struggles
started to calm down when she realized she couldn't get free. She looked at the
couple with fear and terror in her eyes Jolene was trying to say something but
the gag prevented any words from escaping. Donavan walked up to her and grabbing
her hair looked into her eyes.
"Welcome to your new home. Your former life is forever over. You will now be
trained to serve myself and my lady-love. Serve us well and you may earn your
freedom. Disappoint us and you will feel pain like you have never experienced
before," Donavan told her.
He released her hair and turned and walked over to one of the shelves.
"Of course, you will feel pain like you've never experienced before," he said
matter-of-factly." And pleasure you've never felt before." Harriett walked up
to the secured figure and began to run her hands over her chest and arms. "Such
a delicious creature. We have such sights to show you."
Her hands lingered on Jolene's tits, massaging them. Jolene struggled and
attempted to get away from the exploring hands. She felt mixed emotions at the
exploring hands. She felt repulsed at a woman touching her in a most intimate
way and fear at being hurt. But the hands on her tits were making her feel
tingly.
Donavan reached into one of the cabinets and pulled out a very nasty looking
knife and turned back to Jolene. Upon seeing the glint of the blade Jolene's
struggles began in earnest and tears welled up in her eyes. She was convinced
she was going to die. She didn't want to die. I'll do anything you want she
tried to scream. But the words never came, just a string of unintelligible
grunts and groans.
Harriett stood aside as Donavan walked up to Jolene. He placed the blade to her
neck and very softly dragged it along her skin. Not enough to draw blood but
enough to let her feel it. Jolene was shaking and sobbing afraid for her life.
Donavan traced it down the front of her chest between her cleavage and down to
her belly and back up again.
"Before your training can begin you must be stripped of your old life," Donavan
whispered to her, his tongue reaching out and sliding up her neck and cheek as
if to lick the fear she radiated. She jerked back but the cold steel returned to
her neck.
"First lesson, never draw back from our touch or you will be punished," Donavan
hissed and, with a flick of his wrist, slashed the knife down slicing her
T-shirt open but not touching skin. The T-shirt fell open to reveal a white bra
holding in her breasts.
Jolene was shaking, wishing all of this would go away and she would wake up from
this horrible dream. Donavan used the knife to remove the rest of the shirt from
her body. He then moved down and removed her pants in the same manner revealing
a pair of pink panties Jolene wore. Tears were streaming down her face as she
stood there unable to do anything about this humiliation.
The two stood there and watched their hapless victim struggling in her bonds,
tears streaming down her face, body heaving from the sobs wracking her body.
Donavan walked back over to Jolene. He lightly traced the knife over the bra
where her nipples were. They soon became hard from the stimulation. A quick
slice of the knife and the bra fell away from her breasts, freeing them. They
spilled out from their confines bouncing with the newfound release.
Donavan again traced the knife over her nipples, careful not to draw blood but
letting her know he could at a moment's notice. A couple more slices and the bra
was added to the collection of torn clothing. He moved the knife down and
removed her panties in the same way. He stood back and observed his new pet.
Her boobs were full and firm. Definitely not the size of Harriet's, but they
came close, a 40 full D probably. The areolas were very large, size of a coke
can top, and her nipples were full and firm poking out proudly. They were the
diameter of pennies. Just the perfect size for the various nipple torments the
couple had in mind. Her pussy was covered just lightly with a coating of fine
red pubic hair and the lips of her pussy poked out from beneath it.
Harriett retrieved a pair of hair clippers and walked over and with no amount of
hesitation began to shear off all of Jolene's hair. Jolene tried to move her
head around to avoid the haircut but Harriett was persistent and after a sharp
slap across Jolene's tits the girl stopped her frantic movements and allowed
Harriett to finish. In no time Jolene was left with thin red stubble of hair
across her head. Sobbing wracked her body as she realized that this was
happening to her.
"Forget everything you knew before. Accept what you are now and your life will
go easier," Harriett whispered to her. Harriett walked into the bathroom and
returned with a can of shaving cream and an old fashioned straight razor. After
lathering up Jolene's head Harriett told her, "Don't move now... We wouldn't
want to leave any permanent scars on you now, would we?"
Jolene took this warning to heart and nodded her head in agreement.
"See, doing what you are told to do is not so difficult, is it?" Harriett said
as she went to removing all of the stubble from Jolene's head. She began humming
a little tune as she went to work.
Donavan just stood back and watched as Harriett proceeded to move down and shave
the rest of the hair from Jolene's body. He wasn't in a hurry to begin. Jolene
wasn't going anywhere and he had plenty of time to taste the pleasures of her
flesh. Harriett saved Jolene's pubic hairs for last and after shaving the area
smooth and cleaning up any residual mess Harriett lowered her head down and
began to lick and taste Jolene. She ran her tongue up and down her pussy lips
and teased her clit with quick flicks of her tongue. Jolene was shocked as to
the feeling erupting from her pussy and momentarily lost her self in the
experience of Harriett's tongue on her.
Harriett could feel Jolene's excitement build and wanting to tease her more she
reached up her fingers and inserted one finger into Jolene's pussy that was
getting very wet. Jolene instantly tensed up as Harriett's finger inserted her
and reached her intact hymen. Harriett drew back in surprise and looked over to
Donavan.
"She's a virgin... a real-to-life virgin. Her cherry is still intact," Harriett
said in a pleasant tone.
Donavan had not expected this. A 17-year-old virgin was a rarity... and finding
one as a runaway was a delight he never thought he would encounter. Donavan
walked over to Jolene and looked her in the eye. "This is an unexpected
surprise... I'll have to come up with something special to take your virginity."
Harriett stood up and said, "I want her... I want to break her cherry."
She stood in front of Donavan with her hands on her hips, tits poking out stiff
and proud.
Donavan glowered at her not sure how to respond to her aggressive request. She
knew that he was in charge and what he said was the law. "Sure you can have
it... but when I say. Besides... if her pussy has never been fucked then I am
sure her ass hasn't been fucked before either... and I'll take that." The last
part was more to heighten Jolene's fear than anything else.
Harriett reached over and kissed Donavan thanking him for the privilege.
Harriett ran over to grab a strap on dildo but was stopped by Donavan. "Not yet
though... We need to show her what to expect if she disappoints us. Bring the
whips."
Harriett shot him another of her famous pouty looks but complied; she had
already pushed too far by demanding to take Jolene first. She had to be careful
or she would end up in the same situation as Jolene. Of course the prospect of
being used and abused by her master while Jolene watched sent a shocking thrill
through her body. She remembered fondly when Donavan first began her training
some years before. She had been Donavan's first trainee and his best. Donavan
had broke her completely and Harriett had devoted herself to serving Donavan
ever since.
She brought over two whips-one was a massive cat 'o nine tails that she gave to
Donavan and she kept the other whip, a standard bullwhip. Fear welled up in
Jolene's eyes as she saw the two devices paraded in front of her.
Donavan shook the cat 'o nine tails out and with no warning snapped his hand up
and laid the leather across Jolene's tits.
Pain erupted in Jolene like she had never felt before and a howl attempted to
escape her mouth but was blocked by the ball-gag. Her body shook with renewed
sobbing and Donavan and Harriett admired how her tits bounced as she shook with
fear and pain.
Before Jolene could ready her self for another blow Harriett snapped out her
whip and caught Jolene's stomach sending more pain into Jolene's body. Donavan
hit her again across her legs and as Donavan brought his whip back Harriett used
hers against Jolene's body. The two started a melodious pattern, whipping every
inch of Jolene's body and soon her entire body was aflame with pain and her skin
was crisscrossed with welts.
Jolene wanted to scream for them to stop, to let her go, but couldn't. She
wanted the pain to stop but it seemed to go on forever. And after what seemed an
eternity the pain did stop with Jolene slumping down being held up by the
manacles, tears streaming down her face. Donavan went over and checked her
condition. The welts were severe but they had avoided her neck and face and her
skin seemed to absorb the whipping very well. No blood was drawn and it looked
that some of the welts were already going down.
"Good," Donavan thought. "Her body can take a lot of punishment with no long
term effects."
Donavan reached out and lifted her face up by her chin to look into her tear
filled eyes, "That was nothing compared to some pain that we will inflict on
you. As I said before, serve us or you will feel more pain than what was just
inflicted on you."
Jolene nodded to him not wanting to go through what she just experienced. He let
her head drop and returned the two whips to where they belonged. He retrieved a
pair if nipple claps attached together by a thin chain. He returned to Jolene
and began to lick and tease Jolene's nipples with his tongue, moving from one
back to the other. Jolene was surprised with the pleasure she was now feeling
compared to the pain she just encountered. Jolene had never been with a guy
before, being raised in a strict Catholic household. The farthest she had gone
with a guy was a kiss with no tongue. She was overcome with feelings she had
never felt before and soon the pleasure she was feeling was overcoming the pain
her body was feeling and she began to mew softly.
At this point Donavan reached up and affixed both clamps to her now very full
and erect nipples. Jolene was surprised with this new form of pain.
Donavan had a little trouble putting the clams on as her tits were so big, but
he got them on and began to tighten them down as hard as he could. Jolene tried
to pull away and got a slap across her face for her troubles.
After affixing them and making sure they were in place hard and tight Donavan
then attached a heavy weight to the chain connecting both clamps increasing her
discomfort. He then collected the remainder of Jolene's cloths and turned and
motioned for Harriett that they should go.
"But you said I could fuck her!" Harriett cried to Donavan and realized her
mistake as soon as she said it. Donavan spun and was on her in a flash. Before
she knew what was happening he had he bent over the sawhorse, her full firm ass
in the air, and had her arms and legs secured tightly in place.
Donavan walked around to the front of Harriett and looked down at his love. "It
seems that I have been a bit remiss in keeping you in line lately my dear. Yes,
you can fuck her first but when I say. You know the rules. Obey me in all things
or be punished."
He retrieved a massive paddle and stood behind Harriett savoring the moment. She
made soft whimpering sounds but Donavan knew it was more from anticipation than
from the prospect of being punished. Harriett enjoyed being punished and it
seems that Donavan had not properly been doing enough lately. He stood there and
watched her ass; she was softly wiggling her ass at him waiting for the spanking
to commence.
Donavan raised the paddle and looked over to Jolene with an evil glint in his
eye and brought the paddle down on Harriett's ass with all the force he could
muster. A massive smack resounded in the dungeon and a heavy gasp of air escaped
her lungs. Before she could recover he laid the paddle on her ass again. And
again, and again. After about 30 such strokes and turning Harriett's ass a
bright red color he stopped and ran his hands over his handiwork. The heat
radiated from her skin was intoxicating to Donavan. Soft mewing and gasps of
ecstasy were coming from Harriett. Donavan reached down and pulled her g-sting
down to allow easy access to her pussy and slid a finger into her. It went in
very easily as she was very wet from her spanking. His fingers prodded and
explored her pussy and he pinched her clit. Harriett tried to move her ass back
so she could get more of Donavan's fingers into her hungry, sopping pussy.
Jolene watched the spanking and Harriett's reaction to the punishment she
received. On one hand she was in fear from receiving such treatment but another
feeling welled up in her, arousal. The thought flicked through her mind of
giving Harriett the same treatment and she lingered on that thought for a few
moments.
Harriett continued to react with arousal by Donavan's finger manipulations but
before she could get off, he moved around to the front of her and pulled down
his shorts exposing his rock hard manhood. It was 7 1/2 inches long and as a
thick as a cucumber. He grabbed Harriett by the hair and aimed his cock at her
mouth. Harriett knew what to do and devoured his cock with ferocity and began to
bob her head up and down slicking his cock with her saliva. Donavan smiled and
not wanting to have Harriett control the pace of the blow-job began to rock his
hips back and forth pushing his cock into he mouth a little farther with each
thrust and soon was hitting the back of Harriett's throat. Harriett struggled to
keep up with the pace that Donavan had set by fucking her face. Soon Donavan had
his cock down her throat and was slamming her face as he would fuck her pussy or
ass. Harriett just laid there allowing Donavan to abuse her mouth trying to
please him even more by lightly biting down on his cock like he enjoyed.
Donavan continued this pace for about 5 minutes before he pulled his cock out to
let Harriett grab a gulp of fresh air.
"More Master, please more!" she begged.
Donavan moved around to position himself behind her. "You enjoyed that, didn't
you?" he asked her.
"Yes Master I did. Give me more!" There was a hunger in her voice. Harriett
looked up to Jolene and said to her, "You will beg for him as I do."
Donavan smacked her ass with his hand. "You talk to much little one. And because
you like having cock in your mouth so much... " He reached over for a cock gag
and inserted it into her mouth and secured it on her head. The rubber cock
wasn't as thick as Donavan but was longer. He moved back around behind her and
positioned the head of his pole nudging to the entrance of her ass. Donavan
began to feed his cock into her ass forcing her sphincter open. It stubbornly
tightened but with a rough thrust her anus relaxed and his entire manhood
slammed into her rectum filling her up it seemed almost to her stomach. A grunt
and growl escaped from her. Donavan began to fuck her ass in a fierce rhythmic
pattern. The pain erupting in her ass was a familiar pain that Harriett enjoyed.
After a few minutes of hard stroking Harriett soon became slightly used to the
massive piece of meat in her ass and settled into a rhythmic grunting each time
Donavan slammed his cock into her ass.
Harriett enjoyed being fucked in the ass and rocked herself back as hard as she
could to match Donavan's thrusts and could feel her orgasm building. Donavan
could feel her body beginning to build to an orgasm and felt his own orgasm
begin to build as well. He increased the rhythm and speed of his thrusts and in
a short period of time he could feel her body go into convulsions as her orgasm
rocked her body. Normally she was a screamer but with the gag in her mouth there
was only a series of squeals, grunts and groans. This sent Donavan over the edge
and he unloaded his cum deep into her bowels. He thrust a few more times,
finishing himself off and pulled out. He patted her ass lovingly and retrieved
another set of nipple clams like he had attached to Jolene and affixed them to
Harriett.
She was slowly coming back down to reality from the savage ass fucking she had
received and moaned with pleasure as the cold steel was attached to her nipples
and a weight hung from them. Donavan finished his handiwork and looked over both
of his bound beauties, smiled, collected Jolene's last belongings, and before he
walked out and secured the doors behind him, warned that both of the ladies
should not lose control of their bladders during the night or they would be
severely punished. He went upstairs and shortly the last physical traces of
Jolene's possessions were nothing but ashes in the fireplace.
