You say she’s a slavegirl

Violet thought she had found a happy home. An adopted member of
the Reed family, her friend Jenny and her Jenny’s step-father had
taken her in several months ago when her parents had died in a car
crash. It wasn’t hard to get along with those two. They also had
been through a lot after losing Jenny’s mother to cancer. But
Violet wanted more than just family status.

She knew that Mr. Reed was very wealthy, with no living relatives
other than Jenny. She knew she could use her looks and brain to
lure him into signing over his share of the wealth to her. Jenny
wasn’t the problem. Having attended private schools most of her
life in another state, nobody really knew her well in the small
town they now lived in. If she where to disappear, little would be
said by anybody other than her step father, and their where ways
to distract him from complaining.

Violet was only 18 but was a beauty already. Her slim body stood
at 5’8″, and with the help of some high heels, she was a
statuesque beauty. She had the perfect ass, both round but trim
and a thin waist. Her athletic shoulders made her large breasts
stand out in a perky fashion, one that attracted any warm blooded
man, and some women for that matter!

Her face was that of both youth and experience, with long blonde
hair to give her a soft look. The plan had been laid out. She had
used her insurance money to purchase what she needed, and secretly
set up the large basement to suit her purposes. The plan would
start tonight, with Jenny.

It was an early evening for the two 18 year olds. Mr. Reed was out
on business and the two decided to spend the night in front of the
TV watching old movies. Violet suggested that they warm the house
up and lounge around. Violet quickly ran up stairs and came down
in a slinky negligee, dancing on the stairs like a stripper. Jenny
laughed and clapped as her friend moved, then she agreed, probably
wanting to be a bit naughty like her friend Violet. She ran
upstairs to find a lacy bra and g-string lying on her bed, set
there by Violet.

In moments she moved down the stairs, trying to top her friend’s
sultry moves. As they met at the bottom, Jenny continued, runner
hands up Violets legs and over her breasts. Violet smiled and
encouraged her until Jenny laughed and charged into the living
room. They sprawled out in front of the large fireplace and
flipped on the TV. Violet offered Jenny a drink and, after only a
few minutes, Jenny had slipped off to sleep.

Violet flipped off the TV and began undressing her friend. The
panty and bra slipped off easily, revealing the trim athletic form
of the brunette. Shorter but well built, Jenny had played tennis
for years, building her body into a wonderful shape. She also had
larger breasts, a fact that caused trouble for athletic bras, but
would serve Violet’s purpose well.

It took only half an hour to prepare Jenny. First her pussy was
shaved, then Violet applied a salve that she had found in Europe.
It was designed to prevent any future hairgrowth. She spread it
not only between her legs but over her legs, arms and under arms.

Finally, she slipped a thick leather collar around Jenny’s neck
and locked it into place. She lifted Jenny onto the whipping
aparatus she had carried up from the basement. Her ankles where
strapped wide apart to bars at floor level. Her body was bent
forward at the waist and she was leaned across a padded bar.

Her wrists where strapped to the upper bars that stretched away
from the lower posts. A small winch allowed Violet to pull the
straps tight until Jenny was stretched. Her body was at a slight
angle up, but accessable from all sides, including access to her
dangling breasts. As Jenny began to wake up, Violet stuffed a huge
ball gag between her teeth and strapped it into place.

Jenny looked around in confusion as she realized her predicament.
As she caught sight of the now naked Violet, she tried to ask what
was happening. Violet ignored her, running her hands over the
girl’s body. She tweaked her left nipple and, as Jenny flinched in
pain, took note of the quality of the bondage. Finally she took a
long cat-o-nine tails and displayed it in front of Jenny.

“I’m sorry to tell you, Jenny. But you are now my slavegirl. No,
this is not a joke. I’ve decided to train you to service me, then
I will sell you to an overseas bidder.” Violet smiled as she began
to swing the whip through the air. “First, though, I want to show
you what will happen if you disobey.” With that she let the whip
fall hard on Jenny’s back, leaving wide red welts across her skin.
Jenny flinched hard, screaming behind the gag. But Violet
continued, laying down an even line of whip marks across Jenny’s
back and ass. After half an hour, there wasn’t a spot unmarked.
She stopped and Jenny collapsed into her bonds, breathing heavily.

But Violet wasn’t done yet. She switched to a heavy leather tarse
and moved to Jenny’s side where she could see the first stroke
flying up from underneath to land on her hanging breasts. The hard
leather cut a streak into her soft skin and Jenny tried to pull
away as she screamed into her gag. But the bonds where too tight
and her body too taught and her motion appeared only as a slight
quiver. The tarse flew up again and again, laying marks across
Jenny’s belly and breasts. Finally, after another half an hour,
Violet stopped.

Tears flowed steadily from her friend’s eyes now, falling to the
floor after running across her soaked cheeks. Violet had stopped
but wasn’t finished. Jenny raised her head in time to catch her
moving behind, her image reflected in a pane of glance across the
room. The tarse flew up again, but this time between her legs to
land on her newly shaven pussy lips.

The metal contraption nearly flew up in the air from the force of
Jenny’s reaction. The second and third blows brought a primal
scream that pierced through the rubber gag and echoed through the
room. By the 30th stroke against her now swollen pussy and
asshole, Jenny collapsed in her bonds, fainted. Violet smiled as
she examine the tortured body before her, then quickly untied her
for the next step.

Once again Jenny couldn’t move a muscle, but this time she was
spread eagle, her toes inches away from the ground but unable to
provide support. The basement was dark and foreboding, a sharp
contrast to the warm mood of the rest of the house. Jenny had
woken as Violet finished her most recent bondage. Violet had
chained her well, to the point that she was both extended as wide
as possible, yet also as immobile. The gag was still in place,
preventing any complaints.

New tears poured down her cheeks as she watched Violet collect a
new tool. She glanced down at her nipples and winced at the sight
of the permanent jewelry Violet had installed there. Two thick
rings pierced her breasts just behind each nipple. The ends had
clicked together to form a seamless ring of titanium. In addition,
Violet had run a thick skewer of steel through the middle of each
nipple, then forced a small rod into the hole. The result was two
piercings in each breast, one ring and one rod.

She could feel her clit throb from both the whipping as well as
the new ring that adorned her. She had passed out as the special
punching tool had pushed a wide hole through her clit. She woke to
feel Violet placing a similar ring there. Now, she approached with
a new set of equipment. Another punching tool was slipped around
her septum and with an intense pain and a click, she now had a
wide hole in her nose. As Jenny tried to clear the tears from her
eyes, Violet had slipped two small metal plates into her nose.
They fitted perfectly on each side of her septum, with a hole in
the middle fitting over the new hole in her nose. The tool was
modified then slipped back into her nose.

She could feel a new pressure at the four corners of the metal
plating then another series of sharp pains. She quickly realized
that Violet had rivetted the plates directly to her septum! Some
more fumbling then Violet removed her grip on Jenny’s head and, as
she pulled back, she could feel a new addition to her face. A
thick, shiny ring hung losely from her nose, nearly to the bottom
of her upper lip. She could feel how the two plates locked
together and held tight. She began crying again as she realized
the permanence of the rivets.

Violet released her legs, allowing Jenny to stand on her sore
feet. After a moment, she returned with an extreme pair of shoes.
Like ballet shoes, these boots forced her to walk on her toes! But
rather than like toe shoes with blunt noses, these had pointy ends
that nearly matched the stilletto heel. Violet grabbed one of
Jenny’s feet and slipped the form fitting rubber shoe on.

As her toes reached the end, she could feel how they would be
crushed together to mimic the pointy end. Violet pushed them on
hard, then used the straps to force them further into place. In
addition to straps that replaced laces, another strap circled her
heel and pushed her toes deep into the point. Even before the
straps where secured, she was in pain. With one she done, Violet
completed the picture with the other shoe, then admired Jenny’s
body as she pranced on her toes.

Lowering a chain from the ceiling, Violet used a clip to connnect
the end to Jenny’s nose ring. She then released Jenny’s arms.
Though she was free, she was far too weak to struggle effectively
and Violet quickly slipped a strap around her elbows and pulled
them together. Jenny winced as her arms where pulled together
behind her and her shoulders where thrust out. It was a position
she could just handle, but made her feel even more exposed than

Another strap circled her wrists and held them tight. As a final
touch, Violet added a strap above Jenny’s elbows and pulled until
her shoulders could not flex back any more, locking this strap in
position. Taking the slack out of her nose ring chain, Violet
stood back to admire her new prize. She smiled then lifted a floor
length mirror into view for Jenny.

The newest slavegirl had to force her eyes down to look, fighting
the ring in her nose to lower her chin enough for a view. She
could see a tall bruenette, in painful ballet boots, her arms
strapped severely behind her at elbow and wrist, dancing at the
end of a chain connected to a shiny nose ring, her large breasts
bouncing in reaction to her struggles. The light caught a gleam
off the rings in her clit and nipples. Jenny began to cry. Violet
only smiled and, leaning close to her body, gave the clit ring a
sharp twist, then left Jenny for the night.

Stage two of the plan was easy. Mr. Reed, though twenty years
Violet’s senior, was like any man. It was impossible for him to
resist a beautiful girl. Just before he was to arrive home, Jenny
had prepared herself, dressing in a long silken dress that
displayed her breasts well. It wasn’t hard to interest Mr. Reed,
despite his knowledge of her mere 18 years. He wanted her, like
any man, and within half an hour, they where in bed. He liked it
rough, she found to her pleasure, holding her hands above her head
as he thrust deep into her young pussy. Soon, he was spent and
Violet left him to sleep.

After Mr. Reed left for the day, Violet unlocked the basement and
went down to visit Jenny. She found her in the same position,
dangling from her nose ring. She had become somewhat accustomed to
the severe shoes since she was now standing on them, keeping
pressure off her new septum plates. Violet could see a thin layer
of sweat had covered Jenny’s body throughout the night and a new
sign of fear was evident on her face. Violet unhooked her nose
chain, reattaching a leather leash to the ring and pulling Jenny
toward the stairs.

After three hours, Violet swung open the sauna door to check her
slave. After leaving the basement, she had bathed Jenny then
slipped on a tight latex body suit. Jenny tried to struggle, but
the ten hours of bondage left her arms useless, and the hours on
her toes took all energy from her legs. Two, thick rubber blowup
dildos had been forced into her pussy and ass, then fed through
holes in the suit. Violet pumped the dildos up until the pressure
of the rubber bladder was stretching both her pussy and ass.

After the suit was pulled and stretched over her body, Jenny
looked like her skin was made of latex. Before rebinding her arms,
Violet slipped on a thick rubber corset and laced it into place.
Finally, new straps circled her wrists, above and below her
elbows, locking her arms into the same useless position. A bigger
ball gag was forced as far into Jenny’s mouth as possible, leaving
half the ball sticking out.

Leather pads where placed over her eyes and foam earplugs filler
her ears. Small plugs where pushed deep into her nose, a thin tube
protruding from each for breathing. A thick rubber hood was
slipped over her head and laced into place. Additional rubber
straps circled the hood, covering the eyes and then the mouth. The
mouth strap was pulled hard, forcing the ball even deeper into her
mouth until the entire ball was forced between her teeth.

Jenny took this binding quietly, half out of fear, half out of
defeat. Leading her on her toe shoes toward the sauna, Violet had
attached a chain to the top of the hood and then to the top of the
sauna, holding her on her feet. A bucket was hung between her
legs, supported by the laces to her corset. A small hose was
inserted into the bucket then water was turned on, creating a very
small trickle. With that, Violet gave the dildos an extra pump for
good measure, turned on the sauna and left.

Now, three hours later, the bucket was nearly full. The weight of
the water, as a result, had pulled the lacings of the corset
progressively tighter, reducing Jenny’s waist to a small 21
inches. She looked like a rubber hourglass! Her breath came as
short gasps through the small tubes in her nose as she struggled
to inflate her crushed lungs. Violet tied off the strands to the
corset then stapled them together to hold them fast, then removed
the bucket. An added torture, much to Violet’s pleasure, was the
weight of the water on Jenny’s toes. The water had added an extra
fifty pounds of pressure on her already tortured feet. As Violet
unhooked the chain from her helmet, she collapsed to the floor.

The second night was even easier. Guilt had risen in Mr. Reed and,
as he arrived home, summoned Violet for a talk. But she was
prepared as he stumbled through his carefully thought out speech.
Her robe dropped to the floor, revealing her attire. She had
bought a latex mini dress that clung to her perfect body. She had
worn her highest heels, their six inches sculpting her legs. Mr.
Reed was putty as she dropped to her knees in front of him and
took him into her mouth.

For three days Jenny was kept in harsh bondage. The latex suit,
blowup dildos and corset had stayed on her body for the duration,
only the hood was removed. Each hour, Violet would add a single
pump to each dildo until they had expanded to capacity. Though
painful, the goal was being accomplished, stretching Jenny’s
virgin asshole and pussy wide enough to handle any cock.

Violet played off Jenny’s absence to Mr. Reed, saying she was off
with friends. Instead, Jenny had spent one night bound into a
tight form under her step father’s bed. Violet had the best orgasm
knowing that her lover’s step daughter was directly beneath them
as they made love, unable to move or call out. Violet took this
opportunity to discuss Mr. Reed’s upcoming birthday, and the
surprise she had in store for him. He pushed for details, as she
knew he would, but she would only say that it would satisfy some
of his primal urges.

The second day consisted of Violet placing Jenny in a bondage
chair, bound into immobility with heavy leather straps. Her arms
had not been untied since the day in the sauna. She found herself,
in this case, unable to avoid Violet’s torture.

She would ask, “Are you my slavegirl?” and, as Jenny would not
respond, Violet would produce a thin rod of stainless steel and
slowly push it through the thick latex and into Jenny’s breast.
After an hour, Jenny’s breasts looked like pincushions, with many
small spikes piercing her delicate skin through the latex, as well
as several long rods that extended through one breast and into the
other. In the end, Jenny agreed to anything Violet would do to

The third day was sex training. As Mr. Reed left for the day,
Violet started with pleasuring a female, namely herself. Jenny was
placed on her knees, still bound tightly in latex and toe shoes,
as Violet pushed Jenny’s face into her hairless pussy. With steady
encouragement by way of the heavy tarse, and threats of spikes
through her breasts again, Jenny slowly learned how to bring
Violet to orgasm.

Later, she was laid on her back and Violet sat on her face,
pushing her asshole onto Jenny’s tongue. This time, corecion came
by way of the tarse on her pierced pussy, a much quicker and more
effective encouragement. By noon, Jenny was begging to lick her
pussy and tits. Violet had invited several gentlemen over, and
with little conversation, they pushed their cocks into young
Jenny’s face. By the end of the day, she had not only orally
pleased all the men, but also taken each into her pussy and ass.

Finally, the big day had arrived. Mr. Reed had been reminded of
Violet’s surprise and was planning to be home early. As he left,
Violet released Jenny from her suspension. As a final proof of her
ability to punish, Violet had suspended Jenny in the basement.

For twelve hours she had hung from her breasts, leather straps had
been wound around the base of them until they looked like black
latex balloons. As her toe shoes lost touch with the floor and the
winch clicked into its final position, Jenny was begging for
release. Violet admired her slavegirl, dangling in the center of
the room, her arms mercilously bound behind her, and ignored the
cries as she again climbed the stairs and left her.

Jenny was truly submissive now, having felt the depth of Violet’s
cruelty. It was hard to believe that an eighteen year old could
control another with such intensity. Still wearing the corset and
latex, Jenny was led by the nose ring to the shower where she
collapsed to the floor.

Violet released her arms for the first time in three days and
slipped off the latex suit. Rather than holding her up in the
large shower stall, Violet had installed a small cable winch and
she pulled the cable dangling from the center of the shower to the
floor. Clicking the clip to Jenny’s nose ring, she began cranking.
Once the slack was removed and her body began rising, Jenny found
energy to lift herself off the ground, if only to release some of
the pressure from her abused septum.

Violet was pleased with the strength of Jenny’s nose modification.
Attached directly to the cartilage, the metal plates made her
septum very strong. She could image the many punishments she could
inflict on Jenny in the future with just her nose ring. Once on
her toe shoes again, Violet rinsed off her slavegirl’s body and
washed her shoulder length black hair. Jenny simple stood there,
perched on her punished toes, dangling from her nose ring.

Once dried off again, Violet produced a new method to bind Jenny’s
arms. Three inch wide steel bands had been lined on the inside
with a thin sheet of padded leather. Violet pulled her arms behind
her back with palms facing each other. Slipping the first band
around Jenny’s wrists, the two ends met. One end had three holes
while the other had three small rods welded into the metal.

As the two where joined, Violet used a tool to complete the rivet
connection. The snug bands welded Jenny’s hands together. Another
band was stretched around her lower arms, just below the elbow.
The final band consisted of two smaller bands that went around
each upper arm, just above the elbow.

A length of banding stretched between the two. Violet used a hex
wrench that fit in an access hole in the middle. Slowly the band
was shortened and her upper arms where forced closer together.
Jenny squirmed against the harsh bondage as she felt her shoulders
forced back farther than ever before. Finally, Violet stopped. Re-
checking all the rivets she turned to face Jenny’s tear strained

“I’m sorry to say you won’t be using your arms for quite some
time. Get used to this concept. I just finished rivetting your
arms together.” Violet smiled as she watched Jenny struggle in
panic then give up as she realized the validity of Violet’s claim.

As the time neared when Mr. Reed would return for the nights
activities, Violet began preparing Jenny. A large rubber ball was
forced into Jenny’s mouth before a thick leather hood was
stretched over her head. Lacing it tight, Jenny’s skin looked like
it was made of leather when she was done. A strap stretched across
her mouth, forcing the ball entirely in her mouth.

Rather than a blindfold, her eyes where covered with a pair of
dark smoked plastic lenses. Much like welding glasses, her sight
would be limited. A wide leather posture collar fit around the
base of the hood, covering her throat. Violet took the opportunity
to check the straps on the toe shoes, pulling them tighter and
forcing Jenny’s toes deeper into the pointed toe. Finally, she led
Jenny upstairs toward her step-father’s bedroom.

The room had been transformed into a moody sex den. All the lamps
had been draped with sheer scarves, giving off soft light. Jenny
was pushed to the floor in the middle of the room. A heavy ring
had been installed into the floor there and Violet attached a
chain from it to Jenny’s collar. Well trained, she had dropped to
her knees and sat upright, her legs spread wide to show her shaved
pussy and pierced clit. Violet quickly dressed into a slinky
leather dress that fit snug over her curvacious body. Hearing the
front door open, Violet leaned over to the newly submissive Jenny.

“Don’t forget, my dear. I can cause you great pain if you
disobey.” She could hear Jenny’s muffled whines beneath the tight
leather, but she nodded in agreement. Violet smiled, stroking the
smooth layer of leather then darted downstairs.

After half an hour, Violet apppeared, leading somebody into the
room. Jenny could see shapes, but no faces through the dark glass
over her eyes. Her ears partially blocked, prevented her from
recognizing voices well, though she could hear the conversation.
It took only a few moments before the guest leaned close to
examine his birthday gift. Jenny jumped when her step-father’s
face pushed toward hers to admire the bondage.

“I hope you like her, Mr. Reed,” Violet cooed as she watched him
circle Jenny.

“You say she’s a slavegirl,” he asked, amazed at the cruelty of
her position.

“Yes, she is,” Violet answered, “She was given to me awhile ago
and I’ve trained her for you. I would like to offer her to you for
awhile. Perhaps a month or so.”

Mr. Reed smiled as he took hold of Jenny’s nipple ring and twisted
lightly. “I would love to, Violet. But what would Jenny think?”
Violet could see Jenny’s body tense at the mention of her name,
perhaps thinking she might be rescued yet.

“I forgot to tell you. Jenny decided to attend summer school. She
won’t be back for three months.” Mr. Reed smiled, not noticing
Jenny give up for the last time. “Well, let’s get started. She
really loves to be fucked in the ass. And you probably want to
whip her as well.” Violet smiled as Mr. Reed took over. As she sat
in the corner chain to watch, she could hear Jenny begin to
whimper through the heavy gag as her step-father began with a hard
smack to her ass.