Robert got a stool and they lifted the still unconscious woman onto it. Leaning her back against Brenda, Robert pulled Jane's legs apart so that her sex was exposed to him. Brenda waved the smelling salts he handed her under Jane's nostrils until Jane stirred and opened her eyes. She saw Robert in front of her, his body between her thighs, preventing her from closing her legs. Brenda held her tightly from behind as she rested on the stool, still bound with rope.
Robert brought the needle down to her pussy, his cock impossibly hard as Jane screamed with terror. He poked her delicate flesh while she writhed, her strength surprising Brenda, who wrenched her arms back to keep her still. Jane sagged suddenly, a blessed swoon claiming her once again. Brenda was tired of this game. "She's out, Robert. Let's take a break. She's worthless right now."
***
The days passed with sexual pleasure and torture following one after the other, melting into Jane's exhausted and frightened psyche, leaving her with few thoughts but how to survive each ordeal, and how to survive for one more day in her personal hell. She always tried to obey every command with alacrity and respect, hoping it would earn her some modicum of trust, and perhaps win her the occasionally promised privilege. They had taken to leaving her cage door unlocked at night unless she was being punished. She would often get out and exercise, or just wander the room, stopping just under the window, staring at the lone patch of sky which was her only connection to the outside world. If she were left alone, she would watch the clouds drift, or the sun pass by, and dream of times when she was free and could step outside whenever she wanted. She would return to the cage to sleep though, shutting the door as if she could somehow keep the dangers out by doing so. Ironically, her prison became her 'safe place.'
In the many hours she spent alone musing, Jane realized that she had never really lived her life at all before. She had spent her time being bitter because others didn't like her, or didn't know her. She had really been sleepwalking through life, going through the motions, never truly experiencing anything. She had never appreciated her job, her apartment, the food and drink she could freely eat whenever she was hungry, the ability to take a walk when she wished, to use the bathroom, to see a movie, to listen to music, to read a book, to drive a car, to sleep in her own bed. She vowed to herself that if she ever got free of this horrible place, she would cherish each and every moment of her life. She wouldn't worry about her looks, or her lack of friends. She would
live
each moment as if it might be her last.
"Get up. Today's a special day, frog. Hurry and pee, and then stand ready for your shower." Jane climbed stiffly out of her cage and went to the drain, squatting obediently, peeing in front of Brenda with almost no embarrassment now. She was focused instead on the word shower – her entire body itched with dry sweat and the secretions of others. She stood almost eagerly, awaiting the cold spray of water that she knew would refresh her, once she got over the chill. Brenda tossed her a bar of soap and Jane lathered up as best she could while Brenda lazily aimed the hose at her. Too soon Brenda tossed her a towel and said, "Today you get to meet someone new. You are
not
to talk to her; not a word. If you do, I swear to God, this will be your last day on earth. This is a friend of ours. Her name is Suzette. She likes girls and she's very, very good.
"Robert thought it'd be fun to watch her engage in her particular blend of pleasure and pain. And consider yourself lucky. There are people who pay good money to have done what Suzette is going to do to you. Good money. Robert and I will be there the whole time. One slip, one hint that you're our prisoner, and goodbye life. Is that clear?" Jane nodded, confused, her heart pumping with the thought of someone new. Surely this person would know something was amiss. Surely she would see the crisscross of faded and fresh welts, the bruises, and the look in Jane's eyes. What if she discovered something without Jane saying a word? And then Brenda blamed Jane and decided to kill her anyway? Jane began to breathe too fast, and felt faint. Please God, don't let me die today. As horrible as this life was, she found she still wanted to live. A spark of realization awoke in her suddenly, making her remember things that the constant barrage of torture and denial had made her forget. A little voice whispered inside of her –
there is a life other than this
. She might still find a
way to live it.
Once her body was dry and her hair combed, Brenda blindfolded her and tied her wrists loosely in front of her. She was brought to a different part of the house. She could tell it wasn't their bedroom.
The bed here felt different when they helped her to lie down on it. Where was she? Who was this Suzette she was to meet? Jane's senses were alert now; alive with not only fear, which was a constant, but also with curiosity.
She knew better than to ask. Patiently she waited for whatever was to come. She heard them talking in the hall and then the tinkle of feminine laughter outside the door. It opened and she heard, "Jane, this is Suzette. Suzette is a good friend of ours. She knows we sometimes have
friends
like you come over to play." Jane sat numbly on the bed. Surely this woman wouldn't believe such a story.
Brenda turned to Suzette. "Jane here is a little new to all this, but she is a total submissive and a pain slut. You can see by the fresh whip marks, she likes ... no ... she
craves
the whip every day. Just the type of girl you like to play with and use." Brenda's expression was one of a queen bestowing a gift on one of her noblemen.
Suzette was about 5'7" with dark hair pulled back in a clip at the nape of her neck. Her makeup was subtle but expertly applied. It accented her large almond shaped eyes, which glittered against lovely coffee colored skin. She was dressed in a Chanel suit, with Italian pumps. A thin gold choker accented her long slender neck and the matching stud earrings hung elegantly in her lobes. She didn't look the part of a dominatrix, but more like a model, an investment banker or an attorney. Of course Jane, blindfolded as she was, couldn't see Suzette.
"Aren't you going to take that thing off?" Suzette asked. Her voice was low and seductive, with the hint of an accent, maybe French or Haitian.
"No!" Robert answered quickly. "It's part of her training. Her master gave her to us on loan. He doesn't want her looking at anyone but him until she's properly trained." Brenda smiled at Robert, as if to say, 'good one.' She further embellished the story.
"That's right. He wants her to learn about pain and pleasure. About how they can mix and heighten the experience. And you, darling, are a queen of pleasure and pain, as we well know."
Suzette ducked her head modestly, clearly pleased at the compliment. She had evidently bought their story, every word. Jane realized with dismay that there must be whole worlds about which she had no idea. Worlds with 'masters' and 'slaves' and training techniques. A world where bound and blindfolded young women were an everyday affair, and she was nothing out of the ordinary. Should she try, though? Cry out to this woman that these people were
not
her friends, but her jailers? Crazy, dangerous people who had abducted her and who knew how many others?
She started to speak; she had to try, even if it meant death. "Please, you've got to..." She was cut off by Brenda's hand clapping over her mouth. "Slave!" she screamed in Jane's ear. "You forget yourself! Your master expressly forbade you to speak! He would
kill
you if he found out that you disobeyed him! He warned us of your insubordination. Robert! Quickly. Get the ball gag and gag the slave. Then she'll be soundly punished, don't you agree Suzette?"
To their guest, this was all just a delicious game, and Brenda was playing her part beautifully, as was this young slave girl. Too thin, but she had potential. Suzette liked her mouth; there was an unexplored sensuality there. "No," she put a hand on Robert's arm. "Not the ball gag. It is so
gauche
, darling, don't you think? I am sure little Jane here will promise to be quiet, won't you, dear?"
Miserably, Jane nodded, thoroughly defeated. She had tried to speak and now she knew not only that she had failed, but also that Brenda would probably kill her for it. Literally. She fell back on the bed, almost paralyzed with fear. "There," Suzette soothed, smiling at Brenda. "She will be a good girl now, I think. But you are right, Brenda. She must be punished. What does she hate the most?"
"The cane," Brenda promptly replied, feeling somewhat appeased since Suzette had asked her advice.
"Ah, the cane. Most brutal. I don't usually use it myself, since the marks can be permanent. I prefer my girls unblemished. But I can see from this one's skin that her master has no such requirements. Very well, then. The cane it shall be. And then the rubber strap on her bottom. I do like the rubber strap."
"Get on the floor, frog," Brenda ordered, pulling Jane roughly to her feet. Jane stood and felt her shoulders pushed down so she was kneeling. Her head was pressed until her ass was raised. Robert knelt in front of her and stretched her arms out, holding her wrists against the floor in one hand.
"Frog?" Suzette was curious. "Why do you call her that?" Brenda was holding the long supple rod of bamboo, fingering it lovingly. She seemed momentarily flustered. She had meant to continue to call Jane by her name, or 'slave,' as if she were really someone else's girl.
"Oh, ah, just a nickname her master sometimes uses.
Affectionately of course."
"Hm," responded Suzette thoughtfully. "Well, it doesn't suit her. Not at all." Jane, head down, heard the remark and it eased the tiniest part of her knotted heart.
It was forgotten, though, when Brenda brought the cane down with a slicing of air and caught her just below her ass on her upper thighs. Jane screamed and Brenda caught her again in the same spot. "That will teach you to speak out of turn, slave girl! Now be quiet and take it! You know you love it." Tears wet her blindfold and Jane bit her lips till they bled, trying to keep from sobbing. Brenda wanted to whip her more, but she felt Suzette's cool fingers on her arm, restraining her. This was, after all, only a game to Suzette.
"Let me show you what this lovely little strap can do," she said, showing them a piece of rubber tubing about half an inch thick and 12 inches long. "The real beauty of this is the humiliation. You make the slave bare themselves, and then you whip their little asshole with it. It's a very sensitive area, you know, and you can effect quite a punishment without marking your property at all. Especially good for the paying customers I have; the judges and politicians who are cheating on their wives and can't be marked." She smiled serenely and said, "Spread your ass cheeks, little Jane. I will introduce you to the pain of the strap, and then to the pleasures of my tender ministrations."
Robert let go of Jane's wrists, and she slowly reached her hands back to spread her cheeks. She was whimpering softly and her thighs
were on fire. As she bared her asshole, Suzette brought the rubber hose down, striking her in that tender place. It felt like bees stinging her all along her crack. She cried out and Suzette said, "You deserve this, my petite. But don't worry, it will soon be over." She struck the poor girl another five times and then brought the rubber hose to Jane's trembling lips. "Kiss it, darling. I like for my slaves to kiss the object of their punishment." Jane pursed her lips, trying to kiss the hose. She managed to brush her mouth against it, which satisfied Suzette.
"And now, my love, your reward for being so brave. I do men for money, but girls..." she paused as she slipped out of her Chanel suit, easing it to the ground. "Girls I do for free." She stood, magnificent in a white satin bustier that showed off her size C breast, the silky cloth barely covering the dark brown nipples. She wore tiny panties that showed most of a completely shaven pussy. Brenda and Robert both sighed with appreciation. With her lovely olive complexion and smooth shapely body, she was truly extraordinary.
Suzette helped Jane up and gently directed her to lie back on the bed on her stomach. Jane's wrists, still loosely shackled, were over her head resting against the headboard. With a delicate tongue, like a cat, Suzette licked the thin red welts along her thighs. It stung at first and then soothed her. Suzette gently parted Jane's ass. Jane clenched her buttocks uncontrollably, but Suzette whispered, "Stop, darling. Relax. Remember your master's desire that you be trained to be with a woman." Of course there was no such master, but still, Suzette's soft touch and tender tone allowed Jane to relax to some degree. She felt Suzette's fingers gently probe her bottom. She jumped slightly when she felt Suzette's tongue there. But it felt good. So soft and soothing after the painful whipping with the hose. Suzette licked her ass, and then moved up her back, long fingers smoothing and massaging her shoulders.
"This girl is too skinny," she announced to the others. "Tell her master to feed her better."
"Oh, she's anorexic; he says he can't get her to eat!" Brenda responded, irritated that Suzette kept finding critical things to say.
Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to bring her over. Robert, as usual, wanted to watch a show, and Suzette
was
good once she got going…
Suzette nodded understandingly and then returned to her charge, strong fingers relieving tensions that had stayed with Jane since her abduction weeks ago. She sighed a little with pleasure as Suzette deftly smoothed and kneaded knots of tension from her neck and shoulders. When Suzette pressed on her side, wanting her to turn over, Jane complied. Suzette touched one of Jane's breasts, remarking, "Jane, these are truly lovely! Definitely your best feature! They are so beautiful! The perfect size and shape. And those luscious nipples, like little cherries just waiting to be tasted!"
As soft hands caressed her, the tiniest smile appeared on Jane's lips, so unused was she to a compliment. Brenda and Robert had her convinced she was the ugliest thing on the planet, and already having believed herself plain, it hadn't been hard to do. Now she felt Suzette's mouth against one nipple. Not the rough licking and biting she experienced at Robert's hands, but a gentle swirl and tease that made her arch slightly, though she didn't realize it, for more. But Suzette realized it; she could sense Jane's responses intuitively, however guarded the young girl appeared to be. There was something very odd about this one. But then, Brenda and Robert were very eccentric. And despite her comment about doing girls for free, they were, in fact, paying her very handsomely for this particular meeting.