The Nanny

THE NANNY

       The harsh reality of her inescapable situation along with the strict, none compromising rules of her subjected ‘employment’ explained in an inimitable style, combined with an unexpected painful demonstration for the slightest disobedience has left Jodi Lynn for the time being physically incapacitated and mentally devastated.  Her next stop after being appropriately prepared will have her meet the rest of the family she’s bound to serve, and service, as the second phase of her twisting saga is set to begin.

       Chapter Two

       It’s been well over two hours, long hours; they’re still in the air since Jodi Lynn’s ineffable interview with who was supposed to be her new employer.   Most of the time since has been consumed with her being wickedly abused while seated, physically defenseless, yet agonizingly, mentally alert.  Beside’s the mounting pain of the clamps compressing her most sensitive flesh, she’s long lost count of the endless, painful needle pricks being sadistically probed across her defenseless, naked body, primarily across her bare breasts, occasionally between her spread thighs.

       He’s been taking full advantage of the virtually free reins he’s been given to amuse himself at her expense for the bulk of the duration of the flight.  Impressed with her incredible, erotic look, he appreciates the opportunity he’s allowed, the fringe benefits of his position with the family.

       Knowing the flight’s on its final stage, finally laying the tinged skewer to the side, he begins slowly removing the trio of clover clamps, starting with the most painful one, twitching between her thighs.  He’s enjoying manipulating her naked body, fingering her bare vagina and fondling her incredible breasts that he’s been randomly probing with the glistening skewer.  Her pathetic moans immeasurably heightens his satisfaction as he slowly squeezes, releases the crimson tinged clamp.   Her tear filled eyes stare hazily toward his, her hollowed stomach reflexively rippling as the clamp’s pulled away from her twitching, flattened clitoris, oozing the tiniest of droplets of her bright red blood.

       Her audible moans again are barely shallow grunts as the screams reverberate in her head.  The firm grip of the tong’s serrated tips releasing, the searing sensation of the blood’s instant recirculation, mixed with the throbbing of each heartbeat pounding from her chest, down through her clitoris, jolts her body and mind.

       Laying the damp clamp down beside him, he reaches over, cups her right breast solidly in the palm of his left hand.  Squeezing the firm tit flesh, he twists the jiggling clover clamp, spreads it apart.  Her bulging breast visibly quivers as the separating tongs of the clamp cling to the damp smidgeon of blood on the flattened bud of her compressed areola, stretching her breast outward until he gives a quick jerk.  Another muffled grunt as her head tilts forward from the strap tautly stretching toward the ceiling.  The clamp releasing, her breast bouncing, it quivers, swaying against her other, still clamped breast, jaunting out off the front of her bowed torso.

       Again, he can feel the reflexive twitches of her tortured body through his fingertips as he palms her left breast, glances toward her reddened face, tears streaking down off her cheeks.  Pressing his thumb, fingertips across the glistening chrome, he gives another squeeze, of her left breast, twists the clamp, jerking it out from, off the stretching, tinged nipple as her chest thrusts outward, both breasts bouncing, swaying as her head’s jerked back from the swaying strap to the back of her chocker collar.  He listens to another of her pathetic grunts, maybe a gurgle this time, as he smiles, glances down toward her twitching fingers from her hands swaying down beside the edges of the seat below her limp arms.

       Dropping the reddish, smudged clamp next to the other pair, he again cups both her breasts in the palms of his hands, feeling, melding the firm youthful melons, glancing across the needle pricks, the discolored nipples still oozing blood, spreading back to their normal thickness.  Glancing up and down, admiring her glistening, naked, and totally helpless body, he holds back his urge to spread her out on the cabin floor and climb across her.  He all but too well knows his boundaries, and ignoring his urges, stays within them.  Leaning back, he begins collecting, cleaning his utensils, letting her silently sit across from him, staring into the mirror at the reflection of her naked body, glistening, chrisom splotches across her breasts, trailing down across her thighs.

       Allowed to set with the agonizing clamps finally removed, without being abused is giving her somewhat of a respite, yet also time to begin to agonize over her incredulous predicament as she stares toward her tortured reflection from the mirror.  As her mind drifts, wondering how she let all this happen to herself, she can’t believe she hadn’t been the least bit apprehensive at the airport.  Maybe it was the Zenex’s, the pot before she had even boarded the commercial flight.  Yet, they had her photograph that she had emailed with her application, and then there was her name on the chalk board in the busy airport’s rotunda, how was she to know anything as remotely insane as this could happen to her?

       Reflecting on how she’s always been able to use her cunning, her body to get whatever she’s wanted, she thinks back even as far as when she was barely fifteen years old, the first time she ran away from home, quickly becoming street wise as someone twice her age, and with a body to match.  Now she’s quickly realizing her smugness, and her physical attributes have placed her in the ominous position she’s afraid to even try to comprehend.  Getting away from everybody, friends and family alike, trying a new start for the umpteenth time, a different direction each time, now with the knowledge no one will even realize she could possibly be in real trouble, danger because of her very personality, and erratic past behavior, hardly ever staying in contact with anyone who cared for her, she feels the sense of real fear, a portentous dread for the first time.

       Feeling a slight lurch in the plane banking as it begins to descend from its cruising altitude, she’s jerked back into reality.  Suddenly realizing she’s beginning to recover some motion in her fingertips, she repeatedly attempts to flex, move, and twist.   Besides the pain of blood rushing into her compressed nipples and clitoris, she actually begins to feel a burning tingling throughout her extremities.  Struggling, slowly raising her arms across her spread thighs, she glances down toward her twitching fingers as she flexes them open and shut.  The strap’s still fastened to the back of the chocker collar, holding her head upright as she glances over toward him setting across from her, cleaning the assortment of the skewer and clamps he’s amused his self with on her naked body for the past couple hours.

       “Starting to move those hands, huh?”  He nods as he glances up, reaches across her legs, snapping the seat belt securely across her hips.  “Just in time for the landing.” He adds as he snaps a capsule, whiffs it back and forth several brisk times across her upper lip.  “Here sniff this, it’ll get you going.”  Jerking her head back and forth, grunting, she feels the movement of her hands tightening, squeezing, her legs twitching as she barely straightens them out in front of her, to little, to late.

       “By the way, I believe Master DeSade left out a couple of his pet rules.”  He whispers as he leans toward her ear, tweaking her sore left nipple between his thumb and forefinger.  “Since you’ve been such a sport while I played with these titties, I’m going to help you out, maybe prevent an unnecessary beating or two.”  Slipping his fingers from her breast, lifting her chin in the palm of his right hand, turning her face towards his, he adds.  “Here’s some valuable advice, look at me.  First and foremost, never speak unless spoken too, and then, only if you’re instructed to answer.  Also, never, and I mean never, look into anyone’s eyes like you’re doing right now, of course unless strictly ordered too.  I’ve seen girls tits whipped raw, especially by the Mistress for breaking that rule, understand?”

       Her eyes dart away, toward the mirror, a tear streaking off her cheek as she barely nods, pressing her chin jerkily downward, into his hand.  “Good!”  He smiles, slowly lowering his fingers, leans back into his seat, a faint smile across his face.

       Feeling the plane banking, dropping, the air speed decelerating, she feels her ears clogging, popping as she lets her hands slide down across the chrome edges of the seat while she glances toward him fastening his seat belt.  Quietly setting, staring hazily toward the reflection in the mirror across from her, she studies the surreal image of her own naked body sitting with a black chocker collar around her throat, the strap stretching down from the ceiling.  The pain of her tortured breasts and vagina has dulled, the multitude of needle pricks barely oozing any more blood across her already reddish tinged flesh.

       “By the time the plane taxi’s to its stop, you’ll be able to stand and walk, maybe with a little assistance.”  He breaks the silence, as the plane quivers, touching down on the runway, slightly bouncing, once, twice as the sounds of the screeching tires and the whine of the turbo props reverberate throughout the cabin.

       Gripping tight, she feels the queasiness in her stomach as the plane decelerates, slowly turns, finally coming to a halt, the sounds of the props slowly fading to a whirl, then into a silence.  Nervously squeezing the chrome rails, releasing, squeezing, she watches the surreal movement of herself in the mirror of as she wiggles her legs, arms, regaining her motion.

       “Lean forward.”  He instructs, unsnapping his seatbelt as he leaves his seat, kneels while reaching across, unfastening the leather strap from behind her snug chocker collar.  “Arms behind your back, girl!”

       Still belted in, bending forward, she allows him to cuff her left, then right wrist as he twists, crisscrosses her arms upward behind her back, her grapefruit sized breasts swaying off the front of her arching, twisting torso.  The cuffs securely fastened behind her neck to the rear of the collar, he leans her upright.  “There.”  He quips as he reaches for her puckering left nipple, clips the alcohol cleansed clover clamp, now with a thin silver chain fastened to it, deep onto the thick nub, stretches the chain upwards, clipping it to the “O” ring on the front of the chocker.  The familiar pain again sears through her breast as the dampness of the alcohol’s absorbed into her raw flesh.

       “One more!”  He adds while slipping a similar cleansed clamp equally deep onto her right nipple, stretching its chain upwards toward the collar, snapping it shut.    Lifting both quivering breasts in the palms of his hands, glancing toward the tears streaking down across her face as she pitifully grunts from the burning sensation in her again tortured nipples, he jiggles the firm, symmetrical mounds up and down, the gleaming clamps mounted deeply, firmly, while pointing straight outward.  “All done!”

       Taking a couple of alcohol soaked hand wipes, one in each hand, he quickly swipes down across the front side of her naked body starting with the tops of her shoulders, sloping down across her arms, then back and forth across her swaying breasts, tops, bottoms, around the clamps, swaying chains, then down across her stomach, finally finishing with a couple thrusts deeply between her spread thighs, swollen labia folds.

       Squinting, biting her lip, she holds her breath at times, especially as she feels the swipes across her raw clit or pricked breasts as the alcohol again burns at her multiple, miniscule wounds.  Her chest, vagina feels as if they’re on fire as the tint from the blood diminishes, even as her bare flesh reddens from the swiping alcohol soaked cloth.

       “Good girl.”  He whispers as he unsnaps her seatbelt.  “Stand up; you’re ready to meet your welcoming committee.  That is, after I mount this in you.”

       Glancing down toward his right hand as he’s assisting her up with his left, she’s shocked by a gleaming, and to her, a giant chrome hook in his fingers, a chrome bulge almost the size of a tennis ball mounted on its short, curved end.  Biting her lip, slowly shaking her head, she softly groans as he twists her around, glides the ball up between her butt cheeks.

       “It’s an ass hook, and, that’s where it’s going.”  He nonchalantly quips as he grips her right breast for leverage as he twists the chrome tubular hook across the puckered rim of her rectum.  “Relax, I’ve lubricated it, don’t fight it, let it slide in or I’ll change my mind and jam it right up your pussy.”

       Her breast squeezed, her butt cheeks jerking upward, back and forth across the shorter, wider end of the hook; she finally feels it “plop” inside her stretched anus.  Grunting, squinting, biting her lower lip, she feels the smooth, cool metal slowly forced deeper up inside her, sliding in, spreading her anus, the ball engulfing her rectum until the longer end of the curved hook slides tightly up between her butt cheeks, the large, flattened eyehole on its tip pressing against the hollow of the small of her back.

       “Almost there.”  He advises as he ties a slip knot through the eyehole, stretches a slender rope up behind her back, looping its end through the “O” ring on the back of the chocker collar, tugging tightly.

       “Oomph!”  Tiptoeing on the balls of her feet each time he jerks the rope tighter, she can’t help groaning as she feels her neck tugged back, her face forced upward, her bouncing breasts pushed out while her butt cheeks lift up and back as he finally finishes tying the knot.  Grabbing, twisting her around by her lifted, thrust out breast, he releases his grip, stepping back a step to admire her erotic, serpentine profile, her braid of hair gently swaying behind her bowed shoulders, covering her cuffed wrists shackled behind her neck.

       “One last thing.”  He advises as he picks up a black, leather leash, another clover clamp glistening, dangling from one end.  “Which?”

       “Huh?”  She whines, glancing at the swaying clamp, initially not realizing what he’s asking.

       “I asked, which tit?”  He scolds.  “Pick a tit or I’ll clamp it on what’s left of that sore clit of yours!  Understand?”

       “Oh!  Oh, not, not down there, God no!”  Shaking her head back and forth, she whimpers.  “It still hurts so badly, please!”  Twisting, she babbles as her breasts bounce, spread apart on her arching chest as she glances across the jiggling clamps twisting at her tugged nipples.  “They, but they’re already clamped too!” See… See?”

       “Okay then, one last time!”  He sternly instructs as he stares down between her thighs, slides the clamp down toward her vagina. “I don’t care, pick a tit or it’s your pussy!”

       “God!  God, this one, this, this one then!”  She fearfully nods, glancing down, twists her body, pushes her thrust out right breast toward him while staring teary eyed toward her already clamped, jiggling nipple.  “Here, right here then. Okay?!”

       “That’s better.”  He smiles, reaching up, squeezing the second spread clamp deeply across the swollen nub twitching off her swaying breast, letting it snap shut across the other clamp.

       “Aaagghhh!”  Jerking, twisting, she stares through her tears, down toward the pair of clamps standing straight out off her puckered nipple, the leash swaying between her breast and his outstretched hand.  Tiptoeing, twisting, she grunts, moans.  “Oomph!  God!  That hurts!”

       Twisting, he watches as the plane’s hatch swings open, slowly elevates downward, toward the tarmac.  Bending, facing toward the mirror, he straightens his suit, checks his tightly drawn back hair.  Turning back, stepping past her, he rasps.  “Come on.”  Tugging the leash, stretching her throbbing nipple, he forces her to her tiptoes, her hair barely scraping across the top of the fuselage as he leads her toward the cabin’s exit.  Reaching behind her back, gripping the chrome hook in one hand, tugging at the leash from her front side, he guides her down the steps, head leaning back, her breasts bouncing, swaying with each halting step as they climb toward the ground.  Reaching the glistening blacktop, she takes a couple halting breaths, glancing into the dimly lit area, inhaling the misty night air as the constant aches and pains consume her naked body.

       Trying to block the pain, apprehensively focusing around her, the runway seems to be isolated, a well maintained hanger off to one side with what appears to be a house large enough to be a country club in the background.  Standing painfully erect, the dampness beginning to cling across her naked body, through her seemingly constant, welling tears she notices a set of headlights between the house and hanger becoming larger in the distance, rapidly approaching.

       Holding her erect with the chrome hook twisting upwards between her but cheeks, he lets the leash brush painfully across the glistening clamps springing outward, off her nipples. Twisting, he faces her away from the plane, toward the approaching headlights.   “Remember what I told you, and whatever you do, don’t speak or move unless she orders you too!”  He whispers, leaning beside her ear as the military style Hummer slows, swings in front of them to a stop.

       The driver’s front and back two doors swing open simultaneously as a thirty something woman dressed in a pantsuit, along with a couple of young adults, a male and female, climb out, step toward the plane, toward them.  Reaching out for the leash, without speaking a word, her piercing eyes glancing up and down, the woman grabs the black leather strap in her fist; slowly does a half circle around Jodi Lynn’s humiliatingly displayed body, stationary, shoulders arched back, breasts thrust out, separated, the clamps jiggling, twitching  on the swaying chains.  The teenagers stand quietly together, both showing a smugness as they watch, obviously entertained with the sight of the naked, bound woman in front of them.

       “So, this here’s their belated eighteenth birthday present huh?”  She asks, glancing toward the man, not really expecting an answer, glancing back toward Jodi Lynn.  “Hum, looks like she’s already been given some attention by the looks of these big, ‘ol titties.”  Reaching out, lifting, twisting the leash clamp over half a twist, the chain leading from the nipple up to the chocker collar jerks, sways as she glances at the faint pattern of needle pricks still visible across the bare breasts as she keeps the same smirk on her business like face.  Stretching Jodi Lynn’s breast upwards, letting the other breast bounce, the chains swaying as she again forces her to tip toe; the Woman traces a finger around the fullness of the stretching globe.

       Trying to maintain her silence, to stand motionless, Jodi Lynn catches a quick glimpse of the woman’s face.  Stern but still sinisterly attractive, her frown’s intense as she methodically inspects the clamped breast.  Remembering, turning her eyes as she’d been advised, Jodi Lynn feels the sharp pain searing through her already abused nipple being twisted, manipulated.  Biting her lower lip, tears streaking off her cheeks, the whole situation seems absolutely incomprehensible, surreal.

       “Well kids, she’s the one you wanted, right?  She’s the one you both helped picked out!”  Glancing toward the teenagers, back toward Jodi Lynn’s bare breasts, she nods.  “Jessica, you first, come on over here; tell me what you think of your new Nanny.”  Handing the leash to the teen, her face remaining stoic, stepping beside the man, she nods her approval.  “I’ve got to admit, she’s got a Hell of a body, really incredible breasts, no butt though, huh!”  She whispers as she crosses her arms, glances back toward her step daughter circling her naked, humiliated present.

       Staring straight ahead after the quickest of glances, realizing the girl’s barely a year younger then her, Jodi Lynn’s naked flesh glistens, visibly quivers in the damp chilled night air as she feels her fingers, hands groping her.  Disgusted, terrified, humiliated, she tries to unsuccessfully block her numbing thoughts from her mind as she stands in front of them as the only one naked among the clothed group.  Feeling the pinching, twisting, squeezing of her breasts, tugging of the chrome hook rammed up her rectum, she concentrates on staring blankly into the chilled, damp darkness, clenching her fists tightly behind her neck.

       Twisting the clamp on Jodi Lynn’s nipple, sliding her fingers up between the puffy folds of her swollen vulva, in and out, intentionally scraping a fingernail painfully across the still oozing clitoris while jerking the hook up tighter between her butt cheeks, the girl continuously glances up toward Jodi Lynn’s expressionless face while her self sarcastically moaning, sighing, chuckling while mimicking her.

       Heart pounding, anger mixing with her fear as the girl’s obviously enjoying humiliating her in front of the others, struggling to remain motionless, feeling nauseated, again the queasiness rumbling in the pit of her stomach, Jodi Lynn braces, barely able to force herself to suppress the humiliation, the pain as her chilled, arched, naked body’s sadistically toyed with.  A million scrambled thoughts flash through her tortured mind, beginning to blur her physical, mental agony as she can’t help herself, glances toward the girl as she hears her addressing her mother.

       “We get to whip her all over and do all those other things, like daddy and you like to do, right mother?!”  She hears the girl asking in a preppy tone, more then attractive herself, dark skin, almost oriental style jet black hair to her waist, obviously just having bloomed into womanhood as her firm, braless perky breasts stretch at her skimpy Caribbean style halter top.

       Running her fingernails across the center of Jodi Lynn’s stomach, down to her navel, pinching, twisting the inverted bellybutton, the girl sinisterly squints toward Jodi Lynn’s swollen eyes as she feels the damp, bare flesh trembling between her pinching fingernails.

       “Of course dear.”  The woman nods.  “You’ll quickly learn to work her out in the chamber, use whatever of the instruments you want on her.”  She adds, smiling, also glancing toward her step son. “You, too!  Get over there, check her out!”

       Still rubbing her bare hands across Jodi Lynn’s stomach, between her thighs, resting both hands back across the top of the damp, quivering breasts thrust out in front of her, the girl turns, glancing toward her approaching brother, smirking as she melds the firm globes.  “Know what?  She’s just like a real, life size Barbie Doll, big boobies and all!... Feel ‘em!”   Again glancing up into Jodi Lynn’s face, trying to make eye contact, she smirks.  “You’re my Bondage Barbie, huh!”  Glancing toward her stepmother, giving another squeeze, twist of the clover clamps, she asks.  “God, her titties are solid mother, you sure they’re… They’re real?  We can keep this one?”

       Smirking, the woman nods toward the man.  “They certainly better be, because I know someone’s used them for pin cushions earlier tonight!”

       Nodding back with a slight smile, he acknowledges.  “Oh yes, I can guarantee they’re the real things!  She’s a keeper alright!”

       “Yes, we get to use her like a whore too, correct mother!”  The boy chimes in as he steps beside his sister.  Tall, muscular for his youthful age, he’s also dark skinned, short styled black hair.  His shoulders, tanned biceps glistening from his tank top, he slips his thumb between Jodi Lynn’s thighs, up into her moist slit, grips her bare breast with his other hand, giving it a firm twist.  “God, they are hard!”  He grins, turning his head toward his sister.

       “Oomph!”  Twitching, tiptoeing, blocking a scream, on the verge of hyperventilating, tears streaking off her cheeks, Jodi Lynn feels her knees shaking.  Glancing down, she can make out an obvious firm bulge in the front of his kakis as she feels it brushing across her bare thigh.  Defiantly digging her fingernails deep into the palms of her hands twisted up behind her neck, she can’t believe she’s hearing these comments, feeling the fondling, like her naked body’s being humiliatingly probed as no less then a piece of meat.  Reflexively jerking, her mind screams to wake up from this nightmare.

       Smiling toward the man while shaking her head back and forth, the woman lets out a chuckle.  “Yes, she’s a whore alright.  And, she’ll soon learn to keep all three of her orifices available!”  Walking over, stepping between the teenagers, pushing them aside, gripping Jodi Lynn’s chin in the palm of her hand, she smirks.  “Tell the twins you’re a whore and they can play with you anyway and anytime they want too!”  Glancing down toward Jodi Lynn’s glistening body quivering, before even getting an answer, she smirks.  “Damn girl, you’re shaking all over!  Oh well, go ahead, tell them they can whip, have sex, punish you, whatever they want!  Go ahead!”  Grabbing the nipple clamps, twisting over half a turn, the woman holds them firmly between her fingertips, stares directly into Jodi Lynn’s reddening face, twisting the clamps just a little harder.

       Reflexively jerking from the torment, quivering from the cold, wet night air, Jodi Lynn glances through her tears pleadingly toward the man as he turns his head away, slowly nodding.   Glancing back toward the woman, overwhelmed with anxiety, feeling light headed, on the verge of passing out, taking a couple deep breaths; she hears her own quivering voice.  “Oomph!  I… I’m a whore.  God!  Okay, I’m a whore!  You, they… They’re allowed to do whatever they want with me!... I don’t care!”

       Smirking, harshly twisting the clamps across the tugged breasts, forcing Jodi Lynn onto her tiptoes, she sternly orders.  “Tell them what I told you to say… Dear!”

       Shaking, now from fear and anger, barely able to maintain her balance, her knees quivering, Jodi Lynn blurts.  “I said I’m your fucking whore, okay?!  Beat me… Punish me… Fuck me!  You can do anything with me you want too!... I can’t stop you!… Okay?... Damn!”  Glaring momentarily toward the woman, she blurts out again.  “There… That’s what you wanted me to say… That’s what you want to hear… Right?”

       Slowly nodding her disapproval, the woman’s piercing eyes squint as she smirks.  “Well that’s not exactly what I instructed you to say, but, oh well, it’s getting late, you’ll learn with time, but, for now you’ll really going to pay for that little snipe!”

       Glancing toward the teenagers, nodding her head, she orders.  “To the car, kids.”  Turning back toward Jodi Lynn, sliding her open hands across the glistening, bare breasts, she sternly rasps.  “By the way, take a good look at these again.”  Glancing up, glaring wickedly into Jodi Lynn’s face, she gives another squeeze of both breasts, firmly holding them tight.  “Let me tell you something, these are actually what got you the position.  Or should I say, put you in the position you’re in!  Initially it was a close decision between you and another girl from Kentucky.  And, would you believe, we took her over you?

       Glancing toward the man, he affirmatively nods back.  “But, it wound up she disappointed us.”  The woman continues.  “Her breasts were augmented, fake, so before we really ruined them, we shipped her off to Singapore, sold her for a really good profit to an Asian acquaintance.  They love doing all kinds of things to American women over there, you know.  After he’s done with her, wearing her out, then he’ll probably whore her out in some opium den.

       Twisting the nipple clamps, then gripping Jodi Lynn’s breasts again, sadistically squeezing, tugging, she continues.  “You see, we need a girl with real breasts, like these, they aren’t nearly so complicated to work out.  There’s certain things augmented breasts can’t handle very well, like needles and suspensions, even certain whips and crops.  Now yours can handle all that, and believe me, they’re going too!”

       Staring directly at Jodi Lynn’s swollen eyes, she orders.  “Look at me!”  Waiting for their eyes to meet again, she adds.  “Master DeSade and I are experts, it’s our lifestyle, we could have handled her, but the step kids there, getting in the car?  Well, they’re novices.  And since they’re adults now, you’re going to be their first, very first.   And, you’re going to break their cherries, in more ways then one!”

       Squeezing the pair of bare breasts, firmly twisting, finally releasing her grip, letting them bounce, stretch at the chains from the collar, she continues.  “So, anyway, when we got your application, we had you checked out without your knowledge.  We actually were sent some nice, revealing photographs from a tanning club you so conveniently belong to that we happen to own interest in.  You were photographed in every position imaginable in the different tanning booths you thought they allowed you to upgrade too for free, even encouraging you to tan completely nude.

       Taking a moment, again caressing, melding the firm globes, flicking the flexing chains from the nipples, she watches Jodi Lynn’s naked body jerking as her quivering shoulders arch back from her bindings, her stomach rippling with each halting breath.  “You’d be surprised how many people never realize there’s a naked photo or two of them floating around just because they like to tan!”  Still amusing herself, bouncing the thrust out breasts playfully up and down, back and forth, watching the last shred of hope draining from Jodi Lynn’s glazing eyes, she adds.  “Anyway, the entire family was really impressed with the photos of these puppies!”  Squeezing one more time then gliding her hand down the side of Jodi Lynn’s ribcage, waist and finally across the outside curve of her hip, she continues.  “Not to mention the rest of this gorgeous body, even though some of it’s certainly gotten abused tonight, hasn’t it?”  Stepping back a step, she smirks.  “Oh, one more thing girly, remember this!  You better learn your place here fast!  There’s always room in Singapore for another cunt to disappear too!”

       Turning toward the man, holding the leash out toward him, she smiles.  “You nailed her breasts pretty good on the flight, didn’t you?”  Smiling, shaking her head back and forth, she adds.  “Oh, don’t worry, it’s okay, I just wanted to know how well she can handle the pain?”    Glancing back, the man just shrugs his shoulders, stepping between them, he takes the leash.

       “Okay, enough for tonight.”  She instructs.  “Take our big tittied little whore here to the hanger, put her under the shower and medicate those little ‘ol wounds.  Then, have her cleaned up for bright and early tomorrow morning.  Master DeSade should arrive sometime tonight.

       Stepping toward the Hummer, seeing the teenagers already seated, she turns, glances back toward Jodi Lynn’s quivering naked body glistening in the dew.  “Bring her to the house early, and also, I guess you can take those clamps off, but  leave that butt plug in her ass for the rest of the evening, I like that touch!”

       Stepping toward the driver’s door, opening it, she adds. “Actually, know what, before she’s cleaned up, why don’t you go ahead and see what else her mouth’s good for.  Then, plug all her orifices for the rest of the evening while you let her meditate from the end of the block and tackle in the hanger’s workshop tonight.  Let’s see how quick she’ll learn I don’t tolerate rudeness or disrespect!”

End Part Two