Archive-name: Slaves/jen.txt
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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....

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