Tall, blond, well dressed and successful she was out having a quick lunch with a friend from work when the world as she knew it came to an end. Jessie's eyes were roving around the room at random as she pretended to listen to her friend. Then she sees him.

Dark brown hair, nice suit, a face that's handsome but not too rugged. This man of indeterminate age's looks were what caught her attention, it was his eyes that held her. If asked she wouldn't have been able to tell you what color they were but she couldn't look away when their gaze met. She felt trapped but excited, he smiled lightly and winked before turning away and for some reason she felt unworthy.

Her friend finally noticed Jessie's inattention, then the reason for it (she was still staring at him), "So, go talk to him!"

"No! no I couldn't." She blushed and turned the conversation back to annoying habits of their co-workers. Her attention, however, kept darting back to her mystery man. Their eyes met again and again she could not look away.

He stood, walking right towards her. Jessie's heart began to pound in her chest, what was happening to her? She never got this flustered over a guy since 6 ^th grade! He gave her a smile and nod as he walked by but that was all.

She watched him walking to the door, he moved to put his wallet away and missed. Seeming not to notice he walked out to the street and out of her sight. It only took a second to make up her mind. It was the right thing to do and it would give her an excuse to talk to him.

Jessie hopped to her feet, deaf to her friends protests, grabbed the fallen billfold and rushed out the door. Instinctively she turned to her right, thinking he must have gone that way or else she would have seen him through the window while at her table. Eyes focused on the crowd ahead of her she cried out, "David! Your wallet!" Assuming the I.D. in the wallet belonged to her mystery man.

Like most people she didn't notice the dark alley between the diner and its neighboring building. Something grabbed her by the arm and dragged her bodily into the gloom. It took a few seconds for her eyes to adjust but when they did her panic faded, it was him!

He was smiling and it made her blush. "Your wallet?" She managed, holding the dropped item up meekly.

Taking the offered wallet, his hand brushed hers, "Thank you….whore." With that final word his magnetic eyes seemed to finally pick a color, black.

"What?" she started to ask, thinking she misheard him.

Jessie never managed the whole word before the leather wallet was shoved into her mouth. A flash of movement and something was tied around her head, holding the wallet in. Another deft movement and her suit jacket was down around her elbows somehow tied to bind her arms behind her.

Something metallic glittered in the dark, "Let's see if you're worth the trouble." He sneered. As the knife cut her blouse to shreds Jessie's mind finally caught up with what was happening. Screaming as loud as she could got her nothing more than a backhanded slap that nearly knocked her over. With a growl of anticipation he ripped the lacy bra from her chest and was rewarded with a view of her natural C-cup's jiggling like so much jello as her chest heaved for breath.

Left hand squeezing her throat Jessie was pinned against a dumpster as he chewed mercilessly on her tender tit-flesh. The knife still in his right hand tore through her skirt though not enough for it to fall off. Panties torn off and thrown to the side he fucks her roughly with the handle of the knife.

Jessie could feel herself getting wet but knew it was just her body reacting to the rough texture of the handle. "This isn't happening! Why won't anyone help me?" her mind cried out.

All thought (and breath) is knocked from her as she is spun around and slammed into the brick wall. The force of the impact probably would have broken her nose if he wasn't pulling her head back by a handful of hair, as it was her already abused tits were crushed against the rough and dirty masonry.

The only surprise when he slammed his prick into her was that he hadn't already. As he pumped away roughly a small, detached part of her brain noted that it had been a while since a man had filled her so completely. After a short while, when he knew his prick would be slick with her juices he switched holes without missing a beat or slowing his trust.

Jessie had never had ANYTHING up her ass, period. When his iron hard dick tore into her anus she squealed like a pig. This only seemed to further motivate him to pound her harder.

Her chest was being rubbed raw by the bricks and the force of the rape. She kept hoping to pass out or simply die. Neither happened and soon she felt his hot lava flood her bowels. He threw his whole body into hers, crushing her into the wall as his cock spasmed inside her.

His breathing was heavy and ragged as he nibbled roughly on her ear. Withdrawing from her ass he threw her to the ground. She landed poorly, twisting her bound writs so painfully she was sure it was broken.

Eyes scrunched up with pain she felt something warm and wet splashing across her face. Jessie opened her eyes and immediately regretted it as the stream of piss flooded into them. It seemed as though he was determined to cover every inch of her and nearly did so before running out of piss.

Risking another glance she could see her attacker zipping up. He then began twirling the knife in once hand absent mindedly while looking her over. Jessie felt as though she was being dissected by his strange eyes.

"Sure, why not. You're a decent fuck with potential." He shrugged.

A feeling of relief swept over her. He was going to let her go! Or so she thought, then he knelt down beside her.

"Shhh…." He cooed, gently brushing a strand of piss soaked hair from her face, "It'll be ok I promise."

Then he wrapped his hands around her throat and began to squeeze. Slowly, inexorably Jessie's world faded to black.

She was naked, lying on her back on a hard bench just wide enough for her body. Her legs were held wide by rope around her ankles that ran to eyebolts in the ceiling. Arms too were tied perpendicular to her body, only these ropes led to the floor forcing her to keep her back arched to relieve the tension in her shoulders.

This had been done for a twofold purpose she found. "It makes you shove those lovely fuck sacks out for me to play with while preventing you from giving in to that naughty instinct to cover up!", her rapist explained while beating said tits with a Cat-'o-nine tails.

Ever since she had woken up to him using a wooden paddle on her cunt the abuse had rarely stopped. What she could see of the room was dimly lit with no windows or clock so there was no way to tell how long she had been there.

Even his appearances seemed to be random. He would just walk in, abuse her until he was bored, perhaps fuck her then leave.

At one point he decided he didn't like her pussy hair so, using one of those trigger activated fireplace lighters, he burned it all off. He had taken his time, being methodical, leaving no area of her groin untouched by flame. Bye the time she was completely bald she was in hysterics, muscles twitching, body coated in sweat.

"All excited are we? Good" he smiled, shoving the hot lighter up her ass then fucked her face.

Jessie awoke to find herself bound in a new way. There was a chain, slightly longer than she was tall, ran from the thick collar around her neck to an eye bolt in the floor. This gave her enough room to stand straight only if standing directly over the eyebolt. Her hands were encased in stiff leather gloves that kept her fingers spread out and unable to close. The ball gag had been replaced with one shaped like a phallus and was only just short of hitting the back of her throat.

He must have bathed her while she slept too as she no longer smelled of piss, sex and sweat. Her hair felt clean and soft as well.

"What could this mean?" She thought to her self, looking around to see what else may have changed.

The room was better lit now (and, she was forced to admit, might not be the same one) with only one visible way in or out. There was no door, simply one corner of the room turned into a hallway down which she could not see. There was a mirror on one wall allowing Jessie the first view of herself she had seen in who knew how long.

Angry red welts and fading bruises covered her body, especially thick around her thighs and tits. There was rope burn from the various positions she had been bound in on her arms and legs as well. Her face, however, was untouched, perfect as ever.

She tested the chain, not really expecting to break it. Just as she was trying to remove the gloves when she heard something coming down the hall, it was Him.

He was pushing a TV/VCR ahead of him on a cart, the power cord disappearing down the hall.

"I thought you might like to see this. It was just taped it last night." He said as he pressed play.

The screen came to life. It was the evening news with that anchor man whose name Jessie could never remember. He seemed to be just finishing up a story, "…And the school board will hold their vote this Friday. There are still no leads in the Jessie Hearth disappearance. Ms. Hearth vanished without a trace over a week ago while having lunch with a friend. Given the lack of leads police are holding out little hope of finding the woman at this point. Now over to Jim for sports…"

"Sounds like their about to give up doesn't it?" he laughed, walking over to where she had collapsed, "Don't worry, I won't give up on you."

He began to fuck her, almost keeping time with her sobbing.

Life had begun to take on a pattern for Jessie. Each day, at least she assumed it was a new day, she was awakened by a blast of cold water as He hosed her down. If she had lost control and relieved herself in the night she would be immediately strung up and beaten until two full gallons of carbonated enema had been administered. If not she was allowed to use the toilet to shit, piss however was gathered in a bottle.

Breakfast was then made. Always instant oatmeal she had the choice of using water, milk, or her own piss. Whatever she chose the other two would be her only choices the next day until all had been used. Her penis gag was replaced with a ring so she could suck her breakfast up through the hollow 'dildo straw' as electric currents stimulated her nipples and clit.

Next came exercises, stretching and aerobics were done as per whatever video He selected. He stood by, bull whip at the ready should she, in his opinion, miss a step or not keep up with the pace.

"Hrrmphh!" Jessie cried into her gag. Having stumbled yet again the nooses tied around the base of the tits tightened painfully. He had set the treadmill faster than usual today. The treadmill was the worst of the exercises. It had been modified so that the controls were out of her reach, not that it mattered she was hardly ever without the hobbling gloves. There were panels that prevented her from standing anywhere but on the rotating track, though she could still fall off of the back. If she did fall back or slow down the bindings around her tits would tighten cruelly.

Often by the end of the run they would have been constricted so much that her breasts were bulging purple balloons. On these occasions he would immediately throw her to the ground and fuck her while viciously abusing her discolored mammaries until she passed out.

School was in session again. Jessie both hated and looked forward to this time. It was only during 'school' that she was not forced to wear a gag and the hobbling gloves. However, seated on a hard wooden stool she was held in place by the twin dildos, one in her as the other her cunt, which were inflated to fill her so completely it hurt even to sit still.

The main subjects of her schooling were grammar and anatomy. For anatomy he would pinch or simply point to some portion of her flesh and she would have to list every lewd phrase she could think of to describe it then list all the ways in which it could be used for pleasuring her master.

"Sir! Tit! Fuck sack! Jug! Milk sack! Teat! Hooter!" She squealed as her left melon was crushed in his grip, "For masters pleasure it may be sucked, fucked, beaten, whipped, pierced, crushed and inflated!"

If she hesitated, said 'um', used improper grammar (no 'Sir' or 'master') or could not come up with as many terms as last 'class' a painful electrical current would course through her from the anal dildo. If she got the question right she was rewarded with several strokes from whatever the whip of the day was, along with a more controlled, precise electrical current that directly stimulated her pussy and tits. Class was over when she managed enough right questions to cum from the electrical stimulation/beating.

"ohh goddddd! Not again…."Jessie was having a hard time concentrating, even though she was alone. He had decided her clit wasn't nearly sensitive enough and so had, for the last several days hooked a vacuum tube to it. The other end of the tube ran to a small pump that randomly changed the strength of its suction as well as caused it to vibrate slightly. It had just kicked up to a power level that she knew from experience would make her cum if it maintained for more than 30 seconds.

Wrists bound by chain to her collar she could not reach her cunt (she had even begun to think in the crude terms she was learning) so could only tense her body in expectation and half hope of an orgasm. Finally she came, grunting around the penis gag as she added another coat of pussy juice to her already slick thighs.

Shaking her head she returned to flipping through the bondage magazine in front of her. She had to find five photos of torments she 'wanted' to try, this was her third magazine and she had only found two positions she thought might not kill her.

For the first time in recent memory Jessie woke up on a bed. For a split second she though it had all been a nightmare but then she tried to move she found herself bound. Spreader bar between her legs, wrists cuffed and tied to the headboard and a spreader gag in her mouth.

"Master?" she asked but it only came out as a gurgled "Gashker?" She took in her limited view and concluded, based on the tacky wallpaper and dim lighting that she was in some cheap hotel.

"Ah, awake just in time." Came His voice from her left, "Don't get your hopes up, this is just a step in your training."

"Gahh?' she drooled, looking up at him.

"Oh I know you hate to leave your room but, this is something I can't teach you myself…"

There was a knock at the door. Light flooded the room as the door was opened and was shut.

"How much again?"

"Depends whatcha want hon'" a small black girl with a perm and slutty dress.

"My girlfriend," He pointed to Jessie, "She's new but likes it rough. Then maybe a BJ if there's time."

"Kinky shit huh?" she shrugged, already unzipping her dress. "$75 an hour."

"Deal."

Jessie felt the bed shift, then something warm and wet on her bald cunt. She began dry heave in disgust, crying.

Ten hours and seven hookers later Jessie was sore, slick with sweat and exhausted. At some point, she couldn't be certain when, she gave in and began licking and sucking whatever was put in her mouth be it cock, tit, or cunt. The third time someone pissed on her face she was so tired she didn't even blink.

He had played the video of her 12 hour lesbian fuck fest non stop for nearly a week. She could almost quote every moan and whimper by heart. Her beatings and choreographed fuck sessions resumed with increased intensity after a 24 hour recovery from the hotel. That's also the week that marked the first time she orgasmed simply from being whipped. As a reward she was allowed to watch a home video he had stolen of the family reunion she had missed. Of course she was locked onto a sybian and given electro stimulation as it played.

"You'll never see them again you know." He whisper in her ear as the film ended.

Tears running down her face she weakly shook her head.

Standing in front of her he dropped his pants and began to piss in her face.

Without thinking she automatically opened her mouth and began swallowing, just has she had been taught. By the time she realized what she was doing he had finished.

She threw up.

He made her sleep in it.

It was only the second time she had been taken out of her cell. Considering the last time she had been raped by nearly a dozen street whores, Jessie was justifiably nervous. Also she was wearing clothes for the first time in probably months. If clear latex bra, thong, skirt and corset constituted clothing, that is. It felt strange to be even partially covered.

Thanks to the constant vacuum treatment Jessie's clit now protruded even when not aroused, this added to her discomfort as it was rubbed and crushed by the thong. Much to her chagrin she could feel it making her wet, indeed there was a trickle of pussy juice running down her leg.

"It's time for you to start earning your keep." He said, pulling her out of the car by her leash. She said nothing, wearing the penis gag (which she had realized some time ago was made from a mold of His prick) as she was.

The 5 inch stiletto heels had been difficult to walk in at first but having been locked into them for the past 2 weeks (even during her treadmill exercises) it was almost second nature.

"You're going to be part of a show." He led her in the back alley door of a building she didn't recognize, "I expect you to do what you're told. Not that you'll have much of a choice."

Jessie was introduced to Diana. Diana was blond and nearly 6', not counting the 6 inch heels she wore. She wore nothing else to hide her svelte figure, though her large natural breasts were bound tightly into two bulging spheres that darkened past crimson as they watched.

Jessie cringed, all too familiar with the pain of such bondage. The blond seemed untroubled by it, however, and was in fact playing with them.

The blond took her leash and led her to a fancy metal contraption and strapped her in. "The show starts in 10 minutes," Said Diana, plunging a syringe in her prisoners arm, "Just enough time for this to kick in. After all we don't want your protests to be too convincing." She removed the gag, and bra then walked away.

Whatever had been in the needle seemed to wash over Jessie. Her nerves seemed to triple in sensitivity, the slightest draft made her shiver, the thong rubbing her clit was nearly enough to make her cum. She never felt the rack being moved, didn't hear the announcement or the cheering as the curtain parted and her prison was pushed out on stage.

If anyone that had known Jessie before her kidnapping had been there they wouldn't have recognized her. Hair dyed black for the occasion, her body was hard and toned from the daily forced exercise. She was writhing with the overwhelming sensations, sweat glistening over her every curve.

Jessie was begging to be freed, to be rescued, through her drug induced haze though is sounded more like a porn star playing a willing rape victim on camera, "Ohhhh! Ahhh, ….nnnmoreee…..hmmmph pleassee….meee…."

The crowd went wild as Diana, now dressed as a dominatrix with half pound weights hanging from her tits and each pussy lip, pushed several needles into Jessie's tits. The needles were connected to bags of saline solution which began to inflate her tits.

Jessie screamed and cried (or rather tried to in actuality just whimpered and moaned) The needles felt like giant drills as they entered her, the sensation of her tits being filled was painful in ways she couldn't express.

A raffle was held, the winner was to be allowed to torment Jessie further. The winner, a statuesque redhead, made her way to the stage followed by her slave/daughter. The woman picked up a long thin cane, an apparent favorite of hers judging by the parallel marks visible under her daughters bikini top, using it to trace the areolas on Jessie's ever growing mounds.

On her mothers orders the young girl knelt, pulled aside the thong and began to suckle Jessie's overlarge clit like it was a baby bottle as she began working her entire fist into the defenseless cunt.

The beating began as soon as the saline bags were empty, nearly half a gallon filled her tits. 'Mother' was obviously an expert at caning, each strike (and resulting welt) was perfectly parallel and crossed both tits.

Jessie held out as long as she could but in the end it was too much, her training too effective, and the young girl too talented. She came with a bestial scream, her taunt muscles straining against her bonds until she collapsed. Exhausted she lay limp and unresponsive, even to further caning.

She was left on the rack for the remainder of the night for guests to fondle, abuse or have pictures taken.

The day after the trip to the club He only touched her tits twice. Both times were to apply a soothing salve and while the force with which he massaged it in was rough by vanilla standard it was the most compassion he'd ever shown her. As a "thank you" for the kindness she gave him the most vigorous blowjob she could and didn't so much as blink when he painted her face with his cum, nor when he washed it off with a stream of piss.

Life resumed its pattern for Jessie, a life centered on sex and suffering. It hadn't taken her long to realize what she was being trained for but it was still horrifying to realize it was working. The rough sex and erotic torture were actually becoming arousing to her. She was allowed to watch porn but the only ones that held her interest were the ones where the woman was tied up and treated roughly. After a particularly brutal fuck session with Him she tried to earn a respite by requesting the next movie be a bondage one.

He happily obliged. So there she sat, on his lap dick up her ass watching a compilation of her past tortures.

Once a week now Jessie was taken to the club and was made to be a part of Diana's show. Her forced breast enlargement and subsequent beating raffle was quite popular. So to was "Guess What's Up Your Ass?" a game show themed event for two or more slaves. The title was fairly self explanatory, the winner was whichever slave identified the greater number of objects, being able to remain conscious also helped.

Jessie actually won that game once. As a prize her owner was given 24 hours with that night's Prize Girl, the young redhead from Jessie's first night at the club. She was also rewarded with not being placed on open public torment that night.

While with the little redhead, Brandi it turned out her name was, He hardly touched Jessie at all. She was left collared to the short chain on the floor (in what she had come to think of as her bed) with the suction tube working her clit. He hadn't even bothered to attach her shackles to her collar. Nothing would have prevented her from removing the tube if she had thought about it.

Instead she made a halfhearted attempt to free herself from the collar (more out of habit than anything else) as she watched the girl get fucked and tormented in many familiar ways. Many not so familiar.

"Damn is she flexible!" Thought Jessie.

They even did plain vanilla missionary.

Jessie was frantic, her life had been centered around serving Him and being tormented by Him for so long being ignored felt weird. She couldn't tell if she was relieved or upset.

Finally He was done and left the dungeon. Brandi lay where she had been left for a few minutes, gasping for breath. Slowly, exhausted as she was, she got up and crawled toward Jessie.

Their eyes were locked, Jessie was frozen in fear of what she thought might be about to happen. Brandi's eyes smoldered with a need the old Jessie wouldn't have believed possible.

She was mesmerized by how graceful and cat like the girls movements were. The first warm, wet kiss sent shivers through her whole body. With agonizing slowness Brandi kissed her way up from her toes.

There was a soft *POP* as the tube was pulled from her clit. Her touch was so tender Jessie couldn't resist, she needed the kindness. They moved into a 69 and for the first time in her life Jessie willingly ate another woman to orgasm.

They fell asleep in a tangle of flesh and chain, smiles on their faces.

She began to look forward to her time at the club, always hoping to catch a glimpse, or more, of young Brandi. Jessie was reaching orgasm more frequently from the rough treatment He put her through.

Most of the time He didn't even need to bind her, simply order her into whatever position suited him. Often times she would flinch, sometimes even collapse screaming but after a while she learned, she would beg forgiveness and get back into position. As a result her times of being bound became longer and more severe, a test of her endurance and an entertainment for while he fucked her.

She was taken to the hotel again on several occasions, each time doing over a dozen hookers. She ate each of them out without protest each time imagining it was Brandi.

Jessie was aware that something in her was changing, that her mind was breaking but she knew the realization was too little too late. There was nothing she could do, hope of escape or rescue had vanished long ago.

The realization came one day as He was fucking her in the ass. She was on all fours, a full pound of lead hanging by alligator clips from her nipples, two apples (soon to be her dinner) stuffed up her cunt.

"You made the news again, slut." He growled, lashing her back with a cat o nine.

She only whimpered in response, through the jaw cracking ball gag

He grabbed a handful of her hair, turning her head to the TV and hit play.

A news anchor appeared on the screen. It was a woman this time, "And on a sadder note the authorities are calling off the search for Ms. Jessie Hearth. Ms. Hearth disappeared (A photograph appeared on the screen with her name under it. The tanned blond haired voluptuous looked nothing like the trim, toned, pale, raven haired thing she had been made.) several months ago. There have been no clues other than some torn clothing found near the diner she was last seen at. Many experts doubt that she is still alive. Now back to Tim for sports…" The screen went blank.

A few tears ran down her cheek but she still met his every thrust and came when her huge clit was crushed between his fingers.

Once again they were at the club. He had promised Jessie something special as a reward for recent obedience. The biggest surprise was that she was not to be bound at all. For a fleeting moment the thought of escape passed through her mind but then she remembered, the bouncers don't let anyone leave unescorted if they're collared and hers was padlocked on.

Her outfit was a change too. There was no corset, nor an inch of latex. It was a simple white string bikini, quite skimpy.

"You might want to stretch some" Diana said, pinching her ass as she passed by to the stage. Her tits glimmered with enough needles to make a porcupine jealous.

A large inflatable pool was wheeled out onto the stage. "Ladies and gentlemen, Tonight's entertainment is a wrestling match of bikini bondage. The slave who manages to strip her opponent nude, AND bind her with her own bikini wins. The losing slave becomes a servant of the winner's owner for the evening, serving their whims all evening." Diana waved to the back of the stage, "Let's me the contestants!"

From back stage stepped Jessie, after only a slight push from Him. She was joined by Brandi. She was dressed exactly the same, though her red locks were tied back in a pony tail. It was stunning when Jessie realized how much shorter than her the girl was, by almost a foot! The size difference made it seem as though the outcome would be a forgone conclusion.

The contestants bowed, the Jessie quite nervous and the redhead eyes downcast, and they entered the pool.

"Tonight's arena was provided by one of our club sponsors, and topped off by some of our earlier guests." She gestured to the contestants, "Ladies you have the honor to be duking it out in a pool of horse cum, with a dash of man juice!"

The Jessie looked down at the 8 inch deep goo in disgust, there was a faint smile on the redhead's lips.

They both knelt slowly into the pool the bell rang. Within seconds both women were coated in white slime. The Jessie scored the first victory, ripping the girls top off. The audience cheered as the redhead was put into an arm lock while her captor struggled to get a grip on her bottom with her slick fingers. She was trying not to hurt the young girl, which was a mistake, but didn't want to face what He might do if she lost

To everyone's surprise the Brandi, apparently double jointed, slipped out of the lock, down her opponent's body to almost completely submerge in the goop. A roar went up from the crowd when they realized the Jessie's bottoms had disappeared.

What happened next was a blur. The girl jumped up, blinded the older woman with a handful of horse jizz, knocked the wind out of her with a knee to the gut, shoved the stolen panties in her mouth and ripped off her top. Next thing everyone knew the Jessie was on her back, wrists bound, face being ridden by the small girl.

It was a nightmare. Jessie had lost the match, though He didn't seem to mind so much. While she was forced to lick the young girl clean (it hadn't taken that much persuation.) He offered Brandi's mom the use of his dungeon for the night (largely because he didn't want Jessie seen in normal public yet, but he told no one this) and she accepted.

"The woman must have a tit fetish," Jessie thought through the haze of pain. In the course of three hours they had gone through every breast torture the dungeon had to offer. Some of them twice.

Then she began to work Jessie's ass. The woman was a demonic, not caring the slightest for her subjects pleasure, only her own derived from their suffering. He stepped in before she could draw blood. For all He had done to her Jessie had never seen Him that mad.

"You'll ruin her." He growled.

"She's mine for the night by Club rules!" The woman sneered, "I can do what I want to her."

"Snuff…is …not…allowed." He said through clenched teeth, he glanced at the two slaves then whispered something in her ear. Whatever he said got a reaction, her eyes went wide, the color left her face, and the whip fell from her hand.

"Y-y-you wouldn't…" She started but saw the look in His eyes, she nodded, "Fine."

Before they walked out of the dungeon he whispered something to Brandi. She smiled nodding vigorously.

Jessie regained full consciousness to the feelings of Brandi gently tending her wounds. The loving touches soothed the pain away, caresses became more intimate. The need for a kind touch burned in them as unquenchable lust. Passion drove them beyond exhaustions as a woman's shrieks of agony echoed down the hall.

"Mommy doesn't like doing it with boys." Brandi giggled as she snuggled with her lover.

For a week after the night with Brandi's mom Jessie was given a respite and time to heal. She still had to do her work outs and 'school' but Brandi was there doing it with her. They would be bound, side by side, forced to ride sybians for hours while watching bondage films. Or they would spend the day bound, just out of reach as they watched each other be brought to the edge of orgasm by electrodes, only to be denied.

Breakfast became their favorite meal. Usually oatmeal, served via enema, it was disgusting if they stopped to think about it, having to suck their food from another's ass. However it was one of the few times they could freely touch and enjoy each other.

If they had been good they were bound in a 69 for the night, or simply left to play.

The final day of her stay, Jessie realized with a shock she was falling in love…with the young girl!

It didn't take Him long to realize the connection the two girls had made. It took even less time to find a way to take advantage of it. Dropping hints that good behavior would be rewarded with a visit by Brandi He began her toilet training.

At first it was just the waste from the two of them. Between the torture and promises to see her lover Jessie found herself actually trying with all her heart. When she puked it up it was a rare occasion that she wasn't already lapping up the puddle by the time he'd though to order her to.

Once Jessie could keep her new 'meals' down she was taken to the now familiar hotel. She knelt on a thick plastic sheet, naked, with wrists cuffed behind her back, and the word 'TOILET' in bold marker across her tits. Almost two dozen hookers stopped by the room that day.

"Easy money" Many of them said, only having to relieve themselves in some tramps mouth for a quick $50. Some stayed longer either to fuck Him or lay between Jessie's legs, eating her to orgasm as she ate human waste.

One morning Jessie woke up and her chain was already unlocked from her collar. Hardly even thinking about it she went through her normal routine. Even going so far as to don the tit nooses for the treadmill and making her own piss oatmeal.

As a reward she got to skip 'school' (she had begun acing it anyway) and he whipped her pussy until she passed out from the orgasms. When she came to there was a thin cushioned mat and slightly ragged sheet lying next to her chain. There was a note from Him: "You have been a good slave, enjoy your bed."

Jessie's eyes welled up with tears of joy, she honestly couldn't remember the last time she hadn't slept on a hard stone floor…

Club shows involving Jessie were getting so popular they actually started paying Him to bring her in twice a week. It hardly mattered to Jessie as she either suffered in the privacy of her dungeon being fucked by one man or suffered in the club, humiliated by hundreds. Either way her orgasms were the same, unless of course Brandi was involved.

He always made good on his promises. If the small redhead was offered as the reward for a particular task and Jessie succeeded her lover was in her arms within days.

Sadly Brandi was at the club less and less often, and when she was her bruises and welts were horrible. Jessie humbly pointed this out.

"I know. I'm working on it." Was all he said as he drove a three foot needle through both of her nipples.

It was two years to the day since her kidnapping. Jessie was basking in the tropical sun, sweat glistening on her well toned body and making the white bikini nearly transparent. It had been stunning when it happened. The police rushing in to the house. The whirlwind court case and sentencing. Jessie hadn't needed to testify, though she would have gladly. Instead she watched.

She watched every second of it on TV, over and over, from her dungeon. Watching Brandi's mom receive maximum sentences for child endangerment, prostitution, attempted murder and resisting arrest always made her cum. Then He would mention that "She'll never get out. I know the warden at the men's prison she is going to be accidentally delivered to, where she'll disappear." and she'd cum again.

Jessie thought of all this as she knelt rubbing suntan lotion on Brandi's bare chest. The little minx had worked her hand up the older woman's pussy, they smiled at each other.

"Daddy, may I please have a drink?" Brandi cooed, not taking her eye off the welts on Jessie's tits

"Certainly, baby you two stay here. I'll get something for all of us."

That was what had sealed Jessie's loyalty to Him. As soon as Brandi's mom had been sent 'up the river' He had adopted her. She was legally his daughter now. She lived above the dungeon, in the house proper (sleeping in His bed of course). When she was especially good she was allowed to use her toy, Jessie, all night by her self.

For herself Jessie had accepted becoming a thing, a non person. She didn't even know what name was on the passport that had gotten her here. She didn't care, she was with her Master and her lover. That's all that matters.

"Jessie?! Hello!! Come in Jessie?!?"

A hand waved in front of her face. Her first thought was panic, even with the black hair and glasses someone had recognized her! They'd take her away from Brandi!

"Yo! Jess!" The hand snapped it's fingers.

"You there Jess?"

Jessie shook her head, blond locks bouncing lightly. "What?" She glared at her friend.

"You've been staring at that guy like a statue for, like, 10 minutes! Go say something.."

Jessie looked over at the handsome stranger, he gave a strange knowing smirk and turned away. There was no doubt it was Him, but…had it only been ten minutes? It felt so real!

The man got up, paid his bill and began heading for the exit. He was leading in front of him a beautiful young redhead. "Brandi?" she gasped.

The girl winked at her as she walked past.

Something fluttered to the table as he passed.

It was a business card. It had only one line, in bold letters: "If you want it, follow me."

Jessie's hand shook as she clutched the card. Wide eyed she stared at her friend, then the card then the door.

Had it happened or hadn't it? Was this a trick? Did it matter? Her heart told her the answer.

Like a flash she was up, knocking over half the plates on her table. Not bothering with her purse she ran to the door and out. She ran after the man she had never met…that had raped her for years.

Well. Maybe he would rape her. As she ran towards the alley she found herself hoping…..

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From the author:

This is the type of story I hate to ready but found fun to write. Leading the reader on down one reality only to make them question whether it had happened at all or would happen by the end. I only hope I did it right. Please let me know.

Constructive Criticism welcome at: impossiblecl@netscape.net