shame prickle in her scalp. If they had seen that, they had witnessed what went before it!
"Time for a spanking for that one!" Brenda announced. She was dressed in her favorite red leather, this time skintight leggings that made her look as if her legs had been dipped in shiny red paint. She sported a matching vest that barely concealed her ample bosom. Robert was in jeans, his massive chest bare as usual.
A spanking. Jane's dad had spanked her until she was well into her teens. He let her keep her panties on, but he would use his hand, cupping the palm to make it sting. That didn't happen often though; Jane usually was able to stay out of trouble. She was an expert at melting into the background. But here there was no getting away.
Still, she could take a spanking, she figured. How bad could it be, compared to whips and crops? She was to find out. First they bound her wrists to chains dangling from the ceiling. Then Robert adjusted the pulley mechanism until Jane was actually lifted from the floor, her full weight suspended by her wrists.
They took turns, using their open palms, to smack her small bottom. Each smack resounded with an echo in the empty room, followed by her cries.
When she began to beg for them to let her down, they gagged her, using a red ball gag so that her tongue was thrust back, rendering her mute. Her thin body swayed with each blow, with each hand that left its angry print on her ass and thighs. When at last they stopped, Brenda leaned over and said in a low voice, "Next time obey the rules, cunt. This is what happens to bad little girls who don't listen to their betters."
***
Jane was strapped over a low stool, ass up, head down. Brenda took a small butt plug and greased it with lubricant. "This plug is just the little starter version," she obligingly explained. "Stretch you out a little. Robert was rather brutal with his cock that first day. Trial by fire, he likes to say." As Brenda prattled on, she inserted the plug into poor Jane's ass. It didn't hurt until the last bit, which was flared, slipped past her unwilling sphincter. Jane grunted in pain.
"Hurts? Oh, well. You'll get used to it. Robert does like to fuck women in the ass. I won't let him near my ass, so he has to use you little slave girls."
Even in her discomfort and embarrassment at being tied down and reamed like this, Jane had the wherewithal to wonder who the other little slave girls were. Were they still here? Secured in other tiny prisons scattered throughout the house? Or were they gone, murdered after being sexually tortured for days, weeks, months? She shivered at the thought.
Brenda withdrew the plug with a sudden jerk, but the relief was momentary, as she was preparing a larger, thicker plug for another invasion. "Oh, God, please!" Jane cried out as Brenda pressed this one mercilessly home. She was breathing hard, and all her muscles were clenched, making the presence of the plug that much harder to take. Her wrists were loosely tied together in front of her, her thighs strapped with leather belts to the low stool, knees resting on the floor.
"You look like such a slut pig, frog. I'm gonna leave you for a while like that. Get you good and ready for Robert. You really should thank me for this; I'm getting you nice and stretched so you won't bleed like that first time. A little advice, sugar. Relax. You're so rigid you're gonna break that thing off!" Brenda bent down and patted Jane's bottom, giving the plug a little tap, pressing it in just a little further. She left the room, not even bothering to lock it; Jane wasn't going anywhere right now.
Jane realized, despite the flippant manner in which it had been offered, that Brenda's advice was sound. She needed to relax her body. Even her jaw was clenched so tightly she could feel the dull throb of pain in her temples. With a conscious effort, she began to relax her muscles, starting with her jaw and tongue, moving slowly down her body till she got to her poor ass.
"Time for a spanking for that one!" Brenda announced. She was dressed in her favorite red leather, this time skintight leggings that made her look as if her legs had been dipped in shiny red paint. She sported a matching vest that barely concealed her ample bosom. Robert was in jeans, his massive chest bare as usual.
A spanking. Jane's dad had spanked her until she was well into her teens. He let her keep her panties on, but he would use his hand, cupping the palm to make it sting. That didn't happen often though; Jane usually was able to stay out of trouble. She was an expert at melting into the background. But here there was no getting away.
Still, she could take a spanking, she figured. How bad could it be, compared to whips and crops? She was to find out. First they bound her wrists to chains dangling from the ceiling. Then Robert adjusted the pulley mechanism until Jane was actually lifted from the floor, her full weight suspended by her wrists.
They took turns, using their open palms, to smack her small bottom. Each smack resounded with an echo in the empty room, followed by her cries.
When she began to beg for them to let her down, they gagged her, using a red ball gag so that her tongue was thrust back, rendering her mute. Her thin body swayed with each blow, with each hand that left its angry print on her ass and thighs. When at last they stopped, Brenda leaned over and said in a low voice, "Next time obey the rules, cunt. This is what happens to bad little girls who don't listen to their betters."
***
Jane was strapped over a low stool, ass up, head down. Brenda took a small butt plug and greased it with lubricant. "This plug is just the little starter version," she obligingly explained. "Stretch you out a little. Robert was rather brutal with his cock that first day. Trial by fire, he likes to say." As Brenda prattled on, she inserted the plug into poor Jane's ass. It didn't hurt until the last bit, which was flared, slipped past her unwilling sphincter. Jane grunted in pain.
"Hurts? Oh, well. You'll get used to it. Robert does like to fuck women in the ass. I won't let him near my ass, so he has to use you little slave girls."
Even in her discomfort and embarrassment at being tied down and reamed like this, Jane had the wherewithal to wonder who the other little slave girls were. Were they still here? Secured in other tiny prisons scattered throughout the house? Or were they gone, murdered after being sexually tortured for days, weeks, months? She shivered at the thought.
Brenda withdrew the plug with a sudden jerk, but the relief was momentary, as she was preparing a larger, thicker plug for another invasion. "Oh, God, please!" Jane cried out as Brenda pressed this one mercilessly home. She was breathing hard, and all her muscles were clenched, making the presence of the plug that much harder to take. Her wrists were loosely tied together in front of her, her thighs strapped with leather belts to the low stool, knees resting on the floor.
"You look like such a slut pig, frog. I'm gonna leave you for a while like that. Get you good and ready for Robert. You really should thank me for this; I'm getting you nice and stretched so you won't bleed like that first time. A little advice, sugar. Relax. You're so rigid you're gonna break that thing off!" Brenda bent down and patted Jane's bottom, giving the plug a little tap, pressing it in just a little further. She left the room, not even bothering to lock it; Jane wasn't going anywhere right now.
Jane realized, despite the flippant manner in which it had been offered, that Brenda's advice was sound. She needed to relax her body. Even her jaw was clenched so tightly she could feel the dull throb of pain in her temples. With a conscious effort, she began to relax her muscles, starting with her jaw and tongue, moving slowly down her body till she got to her poor ass.
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