Archive-name: Slaves/jen.txt Archive-author: Archive-title: Jen Jennifer Campbell sighed and layed her head down on her book. This was the third night in a row she'd had to stay late studying at the library and she was very bored with it. With a groan, she raised up and closed her book and put it in her bag then looked at her watch and goaned again. "2:15, ugh!", she thought. She decided to call it a night, or morning, rather. She fingered the buttons on her blouse and wished she was far away in one of her many fantasy lands not realizing that she was about to enter one. She stood up and smoothed her long, flowing skirt. For some reason, she had decided to dress up this morning. She'd pulled out a long sleeve, semi-sheer, button down shirt and flowing skirt with black nylons and flats to match. She hadn't been out with anyone in a long time and maybe was looking to catch someone's eye. "Hmph.", she thought, "no one will ever notice me anyway. I wonder why I bother trying?" She gathered up her bag and headed downstairs. It was bit chilly outside and she shivered as her nipples became erect while walking to her car across the parking lot. She reached it and began searching for the keys in her purse. "Dammit!", she cursed...and then froze as she felt two hands firmly grip her shoulders and hold her in place. "Don't even think about screaming or running", a voice whispered in her ear. "I want you to do exactly as I say. Now keep digging for your keys and open the door." Jen shakily dug around in her purse finally coming up with the keys and unlocked the door. "Unlock the back door, too." Jen obeyed. "Very good. Now give me the keys and get in the back and lay down." Jen handed the man her keys and climbed in. He got in the front and started her car while another man climbed in the back with her. Jen caught a wiff of Drakkar on his clothes and his voice was deep with an edge of excitement or anticipation. He lifted her head and tied a dark, black blindfold around her eyes. The material was soft and covered them completely cutting off her vision. "Give me your hands." Jen slowly held out her hands in front of her and the man begin to wrap a thin cord around her wrists. "Oh, God, no, not this. Please, don't..." "Shut up and don't say another word", the man commanded. He finished tying her wrists together. Jen tried to pull them apart but he had done a professional job. The man laughed at her. "Now, lie down accross my lap." Jen slowly streched out face down across the back seat with her feet at one end and her ample chest pressing against the man's legs. She shifted uncomfortably trying to keep her breasts from touching him. He laughed and pushed her down hard crushing her large breasts against his thighs. "You're very...soft", he said in an admiring tone. Jen blushed, embarassed, and tried to wiggle loose but he held her firmly. "Bend your knees so I can reach your ankles." She bent her knees and felt another cord tying her ankles together. She pulled experimentally on them but they were tied as tightly as her wrists. She had been so frightened at first that she hadn't noticed her car was moving but now realized that she was being driven somewhere. "Wher...where are you taking me?", she asked. "I said no more talking!". He slapped her lightly on the ass. "Now, quiet." She felt the man's hand on her stockinged calf slowly slide down toward her knee. His fingers caught the hem of her skirt and begin to pull it up. Jen fidgeted nervously as her skirt rose higher. "Hey, Mike", he said, "you should see the legs on this one." His hand caressed the backs of her nyloned thighs for several more seconds then slipped in between them and began to massage gently working higher and higher up Jen's nyloned legs. She felt helpless as his hand stroked her legs and wished that he would just take her now rather than prolong her misery any further. "Please," she thought to herself, "just do it quickly and get it over with." Her thoughts were interrupted by the man in the front seat. "You know, he's not going to be too pleased if he finds out you were fondling his latest purchase.", Mike replied. "Yeah, I guess you're right." He quit massaging Jen's thighs and pulled her skirt back down. "What do you mean by purchase?", Jen asked in a small voice. They both laughed. "Exactly what you think we mean.", the man in front said. "We've been following you for several days. It seems a very important and powerful individual saw you and decided that he'd like you for his very own. We're the delivery boys." Jen layed in the back and prayed that it was a mistake. Or a dream. That's it, a dream. I'll wake up soon, scared, and this will all just be a dream, she thought. The car slowed to a stop and the man in front got out and opened the back door. He helped her out and Jen stood dazedly trying to regain her balance without the aid of sight. Just as she was becoming steady, he picked her up and began to carry her somewhere. "Where are you taking me?" "To your new home, Jennifer." He laughed. After a few seconds he stopped and she could hear the other man nearby fumbling with keys. She heard the soft click of a lock then the sound of a door opening and felt herself being carried through it. He crossed a long floor then began climbing stairs. He stopped and she heard the other man open another door for him and she was carried through this one as well. He set her down just after entering the room and she felt his hands on her wrists as he untied them. Jen's sigh of relief was cut off as he raised her left arm and tied it to something then did the same with her right. He knelt and untied her ankles next then retied them as well. Jen tried to move but it appeared that she had been tied spread eagled in a standing position. He stood and removed her blindfold. Jen blinked rapidly as the bright light hurt her eyes. They adjusted quickly, though, and she saw that room she was in was lit entirely by candlelight. She looked around dazedly. She was tied between two floor to ceiling columms. In front of her on the wall was full length mirror in which she could see herself and a large brass bed with railings behind her. A large maple cabinet with several doors stood next to the mirror. To her left was an open glass door with a balcony beyond which was, unfortunetly, above ground. A cool breeze floated in making her shiver and raising goosebumbs on her pale skin. To her right was a marble bathtub that was almost the size of a swimming pool. Her inspection was interrupted by the sound of laughing. She strained to see the men but they were standing just out of sight in the mirror. "Bye, Jen.", they said together. "No, please, don't leave me here. I promise not to tell anyone if you let me go. Please.", she begged. Her only response was the sound of the door closing and then silence. Jen hung by her arms in despair. Her wrists ached from being tied so long and her mind was spinning with all that had happened to her in the last couple of hours. Why?, she thought. Why me? Please let this be a dream. Let me wake up in my bed in my own home with no one there. She was so lost in her own world that she didn't hear the door open and close again. "Hello, Jen.", a soft voice said. Startled, she tried to turn and see who spoke but the cords held her tightly in place. She watched in the mirror as a man approached and stopped directly behind her. He was about 5'6" with light red-blonde hair and amber eyes that caught the light and seemed to glow. "Who are you?", Jen whispered knowing the answer already. "My name is Jay and I am your new master." Jen's breath caught as he reached up and touched her wrists then slowly slid his hands down her arms. His fingers were soft and skilled and his touch terrified and thrilled her. He continued sliding his hands down with his fingertips gently touching the sides of her breasts then over her hips and down her legs. He stood and walked around in front of her looking her in the eyes. Slowly, holding her gaze, he kissed her on the lips. His lips were full and soft but firm in their desire. His tongue was warm and wet and Jen felt her resistence begin to melt a little. She parted her lips slightly and his tongue moved over them slowly and gently then moved into her mouth in search of her tongue. She shivered as his tongue moved over hers delicately. His mouth was sweet and he smelled declicious. Finally, he broke the kiss and stood back to look at her. "Do you like the prospects of being a slave?", he asked. Jen didn't answer. He sighed. "I guess we should set some ground rules, Jen. First, no one in this house has any authority over you except me. No one will try to keep you from doing anything unless I order them to. Second, you will not want for anything. The world is yours just ask for it. Third, and most important, you are longer a free woman. You are my slave and I am your master. When I give you an order, I expect you to obey it. Do you understnad?" Jen's eyes blazed at his last sentence. "Fuck you, asshole," she replied. Jay sighed again. "I guess you should have your first lesson now," he said. He walked to the cabinet and opened one of the drawers and pulled out a thin, black riding crop. He turned and walked back behind Jen. "Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. I promise I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say, " she said fearfully. "I know you will." He bent down and grasped the hem of her skirt and slowly pulled it up, his fingers caressing her long, black stocking-clad legs, revealing her rear. With one hand he held her skirt up while the other swung the crop. Jen squealed as the first blow landed. "No...please...I'll be good," she pleaded remebering her last spanking as a little girl. She was sure this one was going to be worse. The crop landed again with a loud slap. Jen turned and twisted to avoid it but she was bound too tightly to move much. After five blows, she was sobbing from the pain and humilitation. Jay stopped. He reached up and grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back looking into her exquistly beautiful blue eyes. His mouth covered hers as he forced her to kiss him. She tried to resist but he was much too strong for her. After holding the kiss long enough for her to realize how helpless she was, he released it. "Are you ready to begin your life as my slave, Jen?" "The hell with you!", Jen shrieked. "Let me go, bastard!" He began again with crop. Jen squealed and shrieked as it landed again and again on the soft flesh of her ass. Finally, Jen hung by her arms, sobbing, too weak to try and avoid anymore blows. Jay stopped after ten more licks. His fingers again wound into the hair at the back of her head and he pulled hard forcing her to look at him. "Are you ready to begin your life as my slave, Jen?" "Yes." "What was that, Jen?" "Yes...Master." "Very good." He turned and walked to the cabinet replacing the crop and retrieving something else. With a smile, he faced Jen. "I have a present for you. Lift your head." Jen raised her head and looked him in the eyes. He held a silver and diamond studded collar before her. "This will be the mark of your slavery. You will wear it at all times. It will mark you as my slave to everyone you meet for the rest of your life." Jay placed the collar around her neck and locked the tiny padlock that accompinied it. "Now that you've learned a little discipline, Jen, I want to become more familiar with your body." He bent down and untied her ankles. She sighed as the pressure on her wrists eased a little. Standing up, he ran his hands through her beautiful, blonde hair. Pulling her head slightly toward him, he kissed her and held it as his hands slid down from her neck to caress and cup her breasts. Jen tried to pull away but his hands slid around to her ass and crushed her body to his. Jay ended the kiss by gently nipping her lower lip with his teeth. He stood back and breathed deeply. "I want to see the rest of you," he said. He began unbuttoning her blouse slowly, his fingers gently touching her breasts occasionally. He undid the last button and held her shirt open to admire her ample figure. "Wow." Jen blushed crimson. His hands moved to her skirt and unhooked it letting it slide to the floor with a quiet rustle. He bent and slid his hands along her nyloned legs. She felt helpless against his touch and the feeling exhilarated her. She had never been so scared and turned on at the same time. He stood and faced her again. "Great legs, too." She blushed again. Jay reached around behind her back and began unhooking her bra. Jen breathed rapidly as her bra slowly fell away from her chest. He pulled it up, over, and behind her head to get an unencumbered view of her luscious breasts. He admired her for several seconds then knelt and began to peel her hose off with her panties following shortly. She stood in front of him wearing only her unbuttoned shirt with her bra pulled behind her head. Jay knelt and started gently massaging her toes. He moved up to her ankles, then calves, then her thighs. He slowly stood and pressed his body against hers kissing her lightly again. His hands cupped her breasts and he delicatly fingered her pale nipples. Jen moaned a little her long dormant passion beginning to get the best of her. Jay bent his head and licked her right nipple lightly then her left. "Please, Master, please, don't tease me...." "You may call me, Jay. Would you like me to suck them?" "Oh yes...." Jay took her left nipple into his mouth and began to circle it with his tongue. Faster and faster til Jen was moaning audibly then he pressed her nipple between his tongue and the roof of his mouth. "Ummmmmmmmm....", Jen breathed. "That's wonderfulllll....." He began to bite lightly at first then harder as Jen's moans became louder. She pressed her breast into his face as his teeth clamped tightly on her nipple. She twisted and moaned long and loud. Jay released her nipple and reached up to her wrists. "No, don't stop, please don't stop..." He smiled and sucked gently again for several seconds then, with quick motions, he untied her. Jen stood rubbing her wrists. Jay smiled and glanced at the bed. She bowed her head in submission and walked to it laying on her back and streching herself out spread eagled with her hands and feet each near a railing. She winced a little as her ass began to sting again. Jay followed her and retied her, hand and foot, to the bed. Jen smiled shyly up at him blushing again. "Do I please you, Jay?" "Oh yes...", he said. He beagn kissing her left ankle working higher up her leg slowly. He switched to her right leg and continued his meticulous attentions inching inexorably upwards. After an eternity, he reached her hips and began to lick gently between her legs. His tongue licked her lips slowly and delicately. Jen sighed softly and gasped as his tongue probed further inside her licking, sucking, and massaging gently. She began to have a difficult time holding still as he probed around but not quite touching her clitoris. Finally, she felt his tongue slide softly over it. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm....yes....mmmmmmmmmm...." Jay slid his tongue around and over her clit then began to suck it softly between his lips. Jen groaned and pressed her crotch into his face. He slowed his pace, drawing her pleasure out. His tongue danced around and on her clit eliciting soft moans from her. With an evil glint in his eye, he beagn to spell her name with his tongue just above it. Unable to control herself, Jen twisted forcefully agasinst her restraints. A series of low gasps escaped her lips as he pressed his tongue harder against her. Her wrists strained at the cords that held her and she tried to wrap her thighs around his head. His tongue worked fast, hard, and furious while Jen's breath came in ragged, half forgotten gulps. She felt her body tense and jerk uncontrollably and she was unable to keep quiet as the incredible combination of emotions and sensations bombarded her. The feelings of helplessness, desire, pain, and pleasure finally coupled to push her over the edge. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....", she gasped as she began to come. Jay continued with his attentions as she turned and twisted. With a final gasp, she lay sweating on the bed. "Ah...", she gasped. "Mmmm, that was lovely. I've never felt anything like that. Thank you, Master." "You're very welcome, slave. I see you're becoming used to life here already." Jen sighed. "I guess I don't have much choice. The crop is very painful and humiliating. I'd rather not be at its mercy very often. So," she said staring into his eyes, "I guess I have no choice but to please you. Master." Jay stood and smiled unbuttoning his shirt. Jen watched with anticipation as he shed his clothes revealing a large erection. He moved over her and began kissing her face. He kissed her eyelids as he slowly entered her. They groaned together in mutal pleasure as their bodies and souls joined one another. Jay passionately made love to her and Jen responded with equal fervor. Their lips touched as their tongues gently caressed each others. Jen ground her hips against his as she felt another orgasm growing within her. With lips locked, they made love until, finally, they climaxed together and collapsed into a heap on the bed. Jay kissed her face and neck and then proceeded to the rest of her body covering every inch. Jen shivered with the pleasure of his soft kisses. When he was finshed, Jay untied her and rubbed the circulation back into her wrists and ankles. He streched out on the bed and Jen layed down in his arms. Together, they fell into a long sleep.... --