Putting a Brat in Her Place ~DangerousDanielle2/HurtMePlenty~

[HurtMePlenty]

She couldn't believe this was happening. Of course she'd heard the conversation her mom had with the woman at the neighborhood block party, but she didn't think she'd follow through with it. But here she was, just down the road from her own house knocking on the door of someone she'd never met.

Nichole Winters didn't believe she needed to be here. Then again, that was likely because she didn't want to be here. The spoiled teen saw nothing wrong with treating her parents like she did. Her yelling and berating of them was entirely justified because as parents it was their job to provide. And providing meant making sure she had what she needed to be happy. Unfortunately, her parents had done her the disservice of having never spanked her, yelled at her, or told her that she had her thinking wrong. Her poor attitude and lack of respect was just as much their fault.

Knocking, she didn't bother to look up from her phone. Already she was texting a friend and whining about having to do some dumb counseling. Her thumbs flew over the keyboard as messages bounced back and forth rapidly. And if her focus was still on the screen when the door opened, she wouldn't give the woman the courtesy of looking up. Her messages and friends were more important than anything else.

Beyond that, her clothing was a direct slap in the face to her parents. They had raised her to dress nicely, and tried to teach her the difference between class and trash. But either she had never listened, or simply didn't care. Her shorts were more like glorified denim underwear leaving the lower curve of her round ass exposed, and the top she wore was a tight little tanktop that strained to hold her breasts as ND keep them covered. It looked as though the might fall free the moment she bent over. Nichole was every inch the monster her mother made her out to be, and even without the clothing and the attitude, it was written in the bitchy air she carried around her. It was beyond time she was taught something about respect.

 

[DangerousDanielle2]

Wendy Harrison glanced through her living room window when she heard the sounds of someone coming up the walkway.....sure enough, it was the spolied brat bitch she was told about.
Wendy was a 32 yr old with raven black hair, slender thanks to an ongoing fitness club membership. Shortly after she graduated college she set herself up in business as a troubled teen counselor, but since the decent downtown office buildings charge too much for office space, she decided to work in her house. Besides saving a fortune in office space rent, her young clients seemed to be more comfortable.

There was another reason she chose to work in her house, the same reason why her garage was soundproofed, the garage door sealed shut---Wendy Harrison was also known by another title....Mistress Wendy.
Wendy was a professional dominatrix and as a sideline, whipped humiliated and tortured clients for pay, starting at $100 per hr. Her clientele ranged from housewives and husbands, used car salesmen to policemen, fire personnel to judges. Sometimes Wendy had to laugh...if the outside world only knew.....

Wendy glanced over at the information she recieved by the girl's parents. Nichole was the classic example of a fractured family, parents who apparently felt that their darling daughter deserved more praise and much less parental guidance. She'd seen this many times before but The young girl approaching her door had something many of her teen clients didn't have----a very sexy body.
Being a lesbian, Wendy appreciated beautiful women....Nichole had a beautiful set of tits that looked as if they were straining to burst from her tank top and shorts that revealed an equally delicious pair of half moons peering from the denim fabric.
This beauty, Wendy decided, would be far more than her newest client. She was going to be her newest sex slave. It didn't matter if the girl liked women or not....she would be forced to appreciate her.

The counselor/dominatrix opened the door at the first ring.
"Ah, Nichole," she said smiling. "Your parents told me you'd be coming over...."
The woman closed the door behind the girl, waving toward an inviting looking sofa.
"Sit down Nichole," she continued. "I'll get us some ice tea and we can talk a little. Rest assured that whatever is said here, stays here....I'm like a doctor, whatever you tell me is totally confidential..."

As she took the tea from the fridge, she glanced behind her at the oh so attractive girl. Judging from the mannerisms, Wendy knew she was not wanting to be here. Well, she thought to herself....let's see how things go. If the girl behaves and is civil, fine, she'll be treated like a normal client. If however the girl displays agressive and lack of respect.....well then, on to the garage.

 

[HurtMePlenty]

She didn't step inside until she'd finished a text. And even then she didn't greet Wendy, simply swept past her into the house. Dropping down onto the couch the phone came out again. "Uh-huh. Let me finish that for you," she looked away from the phone with an unimpressed expression on her face, "Everything's confidential unless I'm hurting myself, hurting others, drinking, fooling around, or doing anything 'concerning' that my parents should know." Her gaze dropped back to the phone and she crossed one leg over the other. "I've heard it before."

There was very much a been there, done that attitude to her. Clearly Nichole's parents had tried therapists before, and this attempt with Wendy was a final one. "Let me go ahead and make it easy. I'm not being abused in any way, shape or form. My parents don't neglect me. Yes I always treat people I don't like this way, and no I don't like you. You're a therapist, and therapists are nosy. I don't like nosy people. My home life is very stable and enjoyable, and no I wouldn't like to discuss any of the issues my parents claim to have." Again her eyes left the phone. "Is that everything or did I forget something?"

She was bored, and didn't want to go through this again. As far as she could tell it was just a waste of time. Time that could be spent hanging out in the mall and catching up on gossip, or time she could be using to replace her last boy toy with a new one. Her thumbs flew over the keyboard as she looked back down, leaning back against the couch. Nichole assumed Wendy would be like the others and would either send her home, or waste the hour trying to "reach" her with no success.

 

[DangerousDanielle2]

Wendy smiled. The smartass girl was displaying just the kind of attitude she was hoping for, giving her the excuse in her mind for what was to follow.
The woman got up. "Excuse me just a minute," Wendy said as she rose and went to the bathroom. Opening the medicene cabinet, she took out the bottle of chloroform she kept there for just such an occasion. Dousing a washcloth, she walked softly back into the living room. Coming back behind the girl, she quickly pressed the cloth over the girl's mouth and nose.

"I'd say 'sorry about this'," she said as she held the girl's hands to keep her from trying to take the cloth away from her face, "but truth is, I'm not...your'e about to get everything you deserve.....and more...."

Wendy kept the cloth over the girl's face until she slumped down on the couch. Quickly she stripped the girl and dragged the naked comatose teen down the hall and into the garage. Up in the ceiling was a set of hooks, rope hanging down. Wendy tied the rope to the girl's wrists and pulled until the nude beauty was suspended, feet barely touching the floor, arms up over her head. To complete the picture, she took a ballgag, jamming the large black rubber ball in the girl's mouth and cinching the strap tight. To keep her from trying to kick, Wendy took additional rope, tying the girl's ankles together.

The dominatrix went back in the house to change into her outfit, a black shiny wetlook latex catsuit, fishnet stocking and stilleto heels. Returning back to the garage, she went to the wall, got her whip and pulled a chair up near the suspended girl, sat back with legs crossed and waited for Nichole to wake up. This would be a refresher course in obedience the girl would never forget.....

 

[HurtMePlenty]

"What -" She never got to finish as the chloroform soaked cloth covered her mouth and nose. For a moment she struggled, fighting to pull the cloth away. But there wasn't anything she could do. Gradually she went limp, her head falling forward as darkness claimed her.

When she came to, she was aware of the colder air of the garage against her skin first. Then, noticing the ache in her jaw she tried to close her mouth but found she couldn't. Something rubber had been placed in her mouth preventing it. Her brows furrowed in confusion as her eyes fluttered open and she tried to pull her arms down to her sides. As the grogginess slipped away confusion became realization and panic. She was naked, bound with her arms above her head and her ankles bound together.

Eyes growing wide she looked over to Wendy. Nichole began to try and make threats, demanding that she be released. But the gag muffled everything she said. It was also then that she realized it had caused her to drool while she slept. That was hardly important though. It had to come off. Turning her head she tried to push the leather strap down her face by rubbing her cheek against her shoulder. Her hope was that if she could do so the gag would become dislodged. The straps were too snug though, and with a muffled curse she eventually gave up realizing the futility of it.

Again her gaze fell on Wendy. Her eyes were narrowed in a wicked glare as she turned to anger to mask her growing fear. Nichole had never been in such a situation. Had never been made to feel so utterly helpless and on display. And at the moment it wasn't a position she enjoyed.

 

[DangerousDanielle2]

Wendy smiled when she saw the girl finally coming to.
"Well, it's about time," she said...."I was starting to get impatient...."

She got up and walked over to her feebly struggling captive.
"you little bitch," she said....."you're going to learn some manners here that you'd learn nowhere else...."
The woman grabbed Nichole's nipples and twisted them roughly, watching them spring back and doing it again. After stepping back to watch her reaction, Wendy went to a cabinet and brought out a strap on harness, complete with a foot long, 4 inch wide dildo swaying from the middle. Cinching the straps around her waist, she walked over to the girl, grabbed her by the waist and with one lunge, buried the dildo deep into her pussy.

"First thing you'll learn here," she said as she savagely began raping the girl, "Is that my word is law here.....you will address me as Mistress or Mistress Wendy. Your'e gonna be my sex slave and I will teach you how to please me...."
She fucked the girl for over an hour then finally pulled out, cleaned the strap on and put it away.
"Those tits of your are perfect for additional.....training," she said as she went to a counter and brought over a set of adjustable clamps.
Pulling the left nipple, she fastened one clamp to it then the right.....she then turned the adjusting screws slowly as the clamps bit into the girl's tender dark nipples.

"Trust me," she said...."these won't come off unless I take them off...."
attaching heavy duty fishing line to both clamps, the woman attached the other ends to the wall in front of her, gradually pulling until the girl's tits were jutting straight out, her nipples stretched.
"I'm not done with you yet," Wendy said. Returning to the cabinet, she brought over something that was shaped like a flashlight with a tube and squeezebulb attached.
"Let me introduce to you your'e first buttplug," she said. "Good girls get lube first....however since your'e a troublemaker, you won't get any. Now, this might hurt a little....good thing your'e gagged...."

The woman pushed and worked the plug into the girl's ass.
"My, you do have a tight ass," she said as she continued to work it inside, finally pushing it past the girl's puckered hole.

"There now," she said...."Now for the fun part...."
She pressed on the rubber squeezebulb and the plug began to expand and swell. Finally when it was almost big enough to see, she disconnected the hose.
"That monster sure as hell won't come out," she said laughing. "Bet it hurts like crazy, doesn't it?"

Wendy stepped back to enjoy the sight of her captive.
"I'm going to leave you here for.....oh, let's see......4 hours sounds about right...."
The woman took out her phone. "Yes, it's Miss Harrison.....your daughter Nichole is going to stay here overnight.....it seems that we have much to......discuss....thank you....goodbye.."
Wendy put the phone away.
"It's all arranged," she said...."no one is going to wonder where you are. Your'e slave training has just begun...."

 

[HurtMePlenty]

The sudden twists to her nipples had her crying out behind the gag, her back naturally arching to try and alleviate the pain. However, she began to truly struggle and fight when she saw the dildo. Nichole had never been interested in other women. And she was smart enough to know where that toy would be going as Wendy strapped it around her waist. Pulling harder at her bonds she tried to get away from her, pleading with her from behind the gag not to do it. But she simply wasn't heard.

She all but howled as the toy split her wide so suddenly. The fact that she was dry made it all the more awful as the foot long toy forced its way in. Granted, she didn't stay that way, but until the stimulation began to make her slick every thrust was painful. In that hour she came against her will more than once. Pain mixed with pleasure, and went back to being pain as the constant thrusting began to make her feel raw. At some point during the ordeal the massive dildo managed to bury the rest of itself inside her by barreling past her cervix and making her cum all the harder. Nichole hadn't missed what she was told though. Every word had been slammed into her mind with each cruel thrust. But it wasn't over yet.

Now panting with a light sheen of sweat decorating her skin she watched the woman ... No, the Mistress. Nichole was quick to correct herself. The rape alone was enough to make the young woman repentant, but seeing the clamps sent a fresh wave of fear through her. Shaking her head she tried again to beg and plead with the Mistress not to do it. Having never seen such a thing before she could only guess how painful they'd be ... Though her imagination didn't quite match up to the reality.

Again she screamed and wailed as first her nipples were crushed between the metal devices and then pulled painfully. Her back had arched in an attempt to give slack to the line, but it had only succeeded in allowing the Mistress to bring the line all the way to the other wall. Now Nichole was forced to remain arched or increase the pain she was already being given. Tears had come to her eyes now and began to roll down her cheeks. They left dark lines in their wake as they caused her mascara to run.

The final touch was the plug. Sobbing now she tried once more to give muffled pleas from behind her gag. Shaking her head she tried to catch her eye and let her see how much she was already suffering ... But her actions were ignored. This pain was different, but just as awful as when her cunt was speared by the dildo. It was sharp and sudden, and caused her body to tighten and make it all the worse as every last inch was forced up inside her. It was indeed a good thing the gag was on, otherwise Wendy's neighbors might have wondered why there was so much screaming and wailing coming from her garage. Nichole shuddered as it was made to swell inside her, intensifying that sharp pain and making her feel uncomfortably full.

Gone was the arrogant brat from before. In her place was a young woman in suffering, crying and begging to be released from it even though her words couldn't be understood. Nichole's eyes went wide when she heard she was going to be left alone for four hours. Her head shook vigorously and her sobs grew harder and louder at the thought of being left like this. When the phone came out and Wendy began to speak she screamed, hoping and praying that her parents on the other end would hear her. But it did no good. Giving a moan of despair she begged with her eyes for any mercy Wendy might have to give. More muffled pleas came from behind the gag. Promises to be good. Promises to not have an attitude.

But she only meant it right now. The moment the pain was gone, it's remnants having vanished completely, nothing would change. Nichole herself knew that, if only subconsciously. Her promises were the equivalent of those given by a child who is only contrite because they got in trouble for breaking the rules, not because they broke them. One round of suffering and anguish wouldn't be enough to completely undo the utter brattiness of the young woman.

 

[DangerousDanielle2]

Wendy was beside herself in joy, watching her newest slave writhe in torment, her bound body swaying from the ropes, every move tugging at the wires holding the girl's outstretched tits as hostage. This was what she enjoyed most, the first hours of slave training....no matter how many girls she had tortured before however, this one was by far the hottest looking. Beneath the goth-like rebellious look, Nichole had the body of a goddess. The 30 plus dominatrix vowed to herself that she would not only break the girl in record time but keep her all to herself.

Wendy closed the garage door and went down the hall to her bedroom. The door allowing entry to the garage from the inside of the house was rubber sealed to further soundproof the garage, itself lined with extra insulation and the torture chamber itself was sealed off from the rest of the garage, inner walls also lined with soundproofing material. No sounds would ever be heard from the outside......

The garage was equipped with concealed videocameras....as her captives struggled, their every move was being recorded, thus making blackmail an additional persuasive tool. As Wendy changed into normal street attire, she gazed at her smartphone, waqtching her new sex slave struggle and moan in sweet agony. She zoomed in, catching a glance at the sheen dripping down the girl's thighs. Ahh, the telltale sign of forced orgasms.....

She got dressed and went out with her small circle of friends. They were all lesbians and slave owners, often bringing one or two slave girls with them in tow. It wasn't unusual for them to go to each other's homes and play with each other's slaves. Like a proud parent of a new child, Wendy passed the smart phone around.
"Well, what do you think of this one?," she asked. The owners 'ooooed' and 'aaaaahed' as they took turns watching.
"Looks like you have yourself a sexy one this time Wendy," one owner said. "Think you'll break her soon?"
"I'll have to," she replied, allowing a slave girl to see their future slave sister on video. "She still has parents....I'll need to cut the cord..."
"Gonna use the same brainwashing drugs you used last time?"
Wendy shrugged. "Maybe, we'll have to see....it depends on how long it will take to break her. She's got more stubbornness than I figured."

After spending the afternoon with her friends, Wendy could hardly wait to get back and play with her new bound and gagged captive.
As she returned to the bedroom, she stripped, leaving on only her stilleto heels. Going through the double doors, she paused to gaze at the bound and gagged beauty still swaying, the girl's nipples stretched to almost 2 inches.
"I warned you that if you struggled too much, those tasty looking tits would hurt," she reminded the girl. "I was hoping you would remember.....I have better plans for those boobs....well now, enjoying your stay here?"

Wendy got up close and got on her knees. The aroma of the girl's wetness acting like a drug. Wendy grasped hold of the girl's bound thighs and licked and sucked on her pussy.
"MMMMMM, you taste delicious," she said as she curled her tongue and thrusted it inside her, tongue fucking her slave. Despite her resistance, it wasn't long before she was able to force another orgasm out of the girl.
Swallowing every drop, she enjoyed the sensation of the nectar gliding down her throat. Once finished, she went to the wall and brought back her black leather whip.

"With pleasure must come pain," she explained as she swatted the swaying and groaning captive. At first the girl recieved only light swats, then harder ones.....Wendy focused on the girl's pussy and her ass.

"Your'e going to be my property," she said as she struck her ass....'WHACK!'
"you belong to me, it's only as matter of time"......'WHACK!'
"the sooner you realize this, the better it will be for you".....'WHACK!'
"all you have to do to lessen your suffering is to submit willingly to me".....'WHACK!'
The constant stinging on the girl's ass was indeed painful but with her cunt wet, the blows the girl recived there were worse....

"You will wear a collar and leash, I promise you," she said.....'WHACK!'
Wendy was hoping she could break the girl just a little sooner than normal....she wanted the crimson streaks on her body to vanish before the girl was seen again by her parents. Of course like the others before her, Nichole would only see them for a brief moment.....

 

[HurtMePlenty]

Left alone in the dark she screamed until her throat was raw, praying someone might hear her. Once alone she avoided struggling as much as she could, especially when the pressure on her nipples began to grow increasingly painful, but the position she was in with her back arched soon had her back aching too. At one point, Nichole tried to relieve the pain in her back, but doing so caused the clamps to be tugged making her breasts hurt worse. There was nothing she could do to ease her torment.

As time went on she forgot about the plug in favor of the aches that were forming in her arms, legs, and feet from being left to stand so long. There wasn't much she could do to shift though she did try, whimpering as it caused more stress to her tortured nipples. Those four hours ended up feeling like an eternity. Her throat was sore from all her screaming and her eyes stung from all the tears that had fallen from them.

When Wendy returned, Nichole found that while she feared what would come next, there was relief in no longer being alone. But it didn't last as her captor knelt down and licked her still damp cunt. She made a hoarse protest, but her body didn't care what her mind had to say, and in the end she was crying out in pleasure as another climax rippled through her. There was no getting to bask in it. Shortly after she was being swatted, the ones on her ass jostling the plug inside her while the ones on her cunt stung worse. As they grew harder and stung worse fresh tears were pulled from her, and she nodded vigorously in agreement with everything that was said in the hopes it would end her suffering.

At the moment she'd happily agree to anything the Mistress wanted. Anything at all so long as it meant she could rest her aching limbs and no longer have to feel so much pain. Hoarse and muffled promises to be good were made along with new pleas to be let go.

 

[DangerousDanielle2]

Wendy hung her whip back on the wall, paused only long enough to strip then came back over to her slave naked.

"It's , this way, isin't it?," she asked her swaying captive, not expecting a verbal response. "no need for things like clothing between us..."
She got on her knees once more and slipped a finger deep inside the girl's pussy and began finger fucking her....once she was able to force yet another orgasm out of her, she locked her mouth over Nichole's cunt, greedily sucking out every drop. Pausing only long enough to savor the sensation of the nectar gliding down her throat, Wendy curled her tongue and thrusted it into the girl's pussy, in and out rapidly......

Finally coaxing yet another orgasm out of her complete with moans and groans, Wendy got back up.

"Now that you know what I'm capable of," she said slowly and softly...."I'm going to take a chance and remove your gag. I warn you, one shout, one yell or scream and not only will I put that gag back in your mouth, but I'll whip you to within an inch of your life...."
Wendy curled her fingers inward and slowly inched her hand into the girl's gaping cunt, fisting her. Even after numerous orgasms, it still took an effort to get her hand inside. After fist fucking her a few strokes, she pulled out, licking the nectar off her fingers.

Wendy slowly pulled the rubber ball out of the girl's mouth.
"There.....is that better?"
She kissed the girl passionately, driving her tongue deep into her mouth then pulled away.

"Once you consent to be my sex slave willingly," she continued...."I will take you down from there, but you won't be out of the woods yet...you still require slave training. You will wear a slave collar permanently and you will be leashed. Further questions will be answered only after you agree to submit to me and become my property. More resistance will result in torture you haven't even imagined yet..."

Wendy stepped back, her hands on her naked hips.

"Now then......what is your decision....?"

 

[HurtMePlenty]

The seeds of confusion in terms of sexuality had been planted in Nichole's brain. She'd never found other woman attractive. Had never wondered what it might be like to sleep with one. And yet today this older woman had mad her cum multiple times with what seemed like little effort. And even now as she knelt naked between her legs there was faint anticipation mixed with the desire to recoil and push her away. Her fingers brought her to climax again, though the pleasure was tinged with pain as her movements pulled on her sore nipples. And then again with that wicked tongue, leaving her feeling all the more drained and thick headed.

Nichole was quick to nod in agreement that she wouldn't scream when the gag came off. She was swiftly learning it was better to do as she was told than to fight. Though she was already considering other means of eluding the Mistress's grasp. However, she couldn't help but call out as she felt her hand entering her, stretching her still further and creating a fullness unlike anything else. This time she wasn't brought to orgasm, but was instead left feeling empty and lacking.

True to her word, she didn't call out when the gag came off. She did give a hoarse, "Yes," just before her mouth was claimed and she found herself being kissed. Nichole attempted to pull away, her tongue trying to avoid the other woman's, but it was over just as swiftly as it began. Her head was foggy from the pleasure and the pain, but she managed to understand what was being said to her. If she wished to end her current suffering she had to become Wendy's property. She'd become a slave. And yet ...

It was easy to see the gears turning in her mind. Nichole would certainly agree, but not before making sure that this agreement might give her some other means of escape. She had to be allowed to go home eventually after all, and she wouldn't be getting free any time soon tied up as she was. So she just had to play along, and then when she got her chance she'd flee.

"I agree," she said, "I'll be your sex slave Wen ... Mistress." She caught herself, remembering what had been said earlier in reference to what the woman should be called. Her tone was far different than before. It was more subdued. More respectful. And at the same time there was plenty of misery in it, no doubt caused by her aching muscles and breasts.

 

[DangerousDanielle2]

Wendy was far from stupid. She had her fair share of slaves before, a few that were willing but most were not. Yes, she had allowed her new slave to go home, but only long enough to pack some bags, come up with some bullshit excuse for why she was leaving, kissed mommy and daddy goodbye and leave.

Wendy had been stalking her prey for quite a while, even before the meet up at the club. She knew where the girl lived and planted hidden microphones and videocameras. If the girl was naive enough to make a run for it, or blab off to her parents, she would pay for it.

"Come here slave," she said after untying the girl and removing the clamps. The buttplug however would stay in place she decided, as a physical reminder of who was in charge.
Wendy brought over a slave collar. It looked like a cinderella chocker made of black crushed velvet. What made it different was that under the velvet was metal and a miniture lock held it around her neck.

"You may go now to mommy and daddy," she said, "but remember this.....I have enough pics and video of you to make you the next internet sensation....bondage web sites would pay me good money to release them. I will give you 3 hours before you must return here. Failure to do so will result in the releasing of the videos. You will go around to the back porch. You will strip nude, attach the leash you'll find bolted to the porch railing and clip it to your collar and sit there until I let you come in...."

 

[HurtMePlenty]

She wished the plug could be removed. Walking with it was such an odd sensation, but she didn't dare to say anything in case doing so caused some new torment. However, it was easy to forget about as the collar was placed around her neck and her ideas about getting home and never coming back were crushed. The last thing Nichole wanted was for those videos to be released, and if she tried to tell her parents they likely wouldn't believe her. She was effectively trapped.

So she had no choice but to go home and quickly pack her things, telling her parents that the "therapist" thought spending some time with her to work more closely together would be beneficial. Nichole was sure to hurry and be back before the three hours were up, the fear for her reputation urging her along.

Back at the house followed the final instructions, going around back to strip and clip the leash to the collar. Kneeling there she adjusted her plan for freedom. First the pictures and videos would have to go. She just had to find out where they were first.

 

[DangerousDanielle2]

Wendy gazed at the naked figure sitting on her back porch steps. It was getting dark and quickly colder. She decided to let her slave shiver out there for a while before letting her back in. Meanwhile Wendy had everything set up back in the garage.

"Allright slave," she said finally opening the door. "Time for you to come inside..."
She unclipped the leash from the railing, keeping the other end attached to the collar. She had a whip in her hand.....
Do I need to swat you," she asked, "or have you learned yet to stay on all fours unless I say otherwise?"

She led her slave down the hallway. In one end of the kitchen was a door leading to the basement. In the middle of the room was a professional cow milking machine, all in gleaming chrome and aluminum. A pair of long metal tubes were neatly coiled up on top of a large pump, a set of plexiglass globes on the ends.

"stand up and give me your hands," she ordered. Once given she tied her wrists together. "You may now stand upright and walk slave," she ordered, leading her downstairs. Walking her slave directly under a pair of ropes hanging from the ceiling, she tied them to the girl's wrist restraints, pulling until her arms were up over her head.
Wendy brought over a ballgag, stuffing it in her mouth and tightening the strap. Once done, she then tied the girl's ankles together.

"I'm going to milk you," she explained. While her slave struggled, she brought over the globes, applied adhesive and stuffed the girl's tits into the globes, sealing them on her chest. Going over to the pump, she flicked the switch....the girl's nipples immediately stretched, her tits moving up and down. Wendy increased the speed, her slave's entire body shaking uncontrollably while her tits were savagely and relentlessly sucked.
Wendy brought over a loaded syringe filled with some kind of white fluid. Injecting it in the girl's side, she stepped back.

"Your tits will begin to produce milk soon," she explained. "This is what is called forced lactation....I guarantee it will hurt so long as you aren't producing yet, which is why your'e gagged...."

Wendy leaned up against a shelf. "I'm afraid I can't trust you just yet, you've only become my slave for a short while...."
She pointed up toward the ceiling. "As always, everything that is done to you is being recorded, just to keep you from getting any ideas."
As if she was reading the girl's mind, she continued. "Speaking of which....I now have volumes of video on you now, enough to fill a porn shop. I'm afraid you will never find out where they are stored...I'm not stupid enough to make it easy for you to locate them, as if you had a chance. Each room is now equipped with a short leash, meaning you will not be able to go from one room to another without first being unlocked. The locks are combination locks, so there are no keys to be found."

She walked up to the struggling captive, got behind her and played with her buttplug, twisting it and whispering in her ear....
"You now belong to me....it would of course be better for you to cooperate and submit willingly, but you won't have a choice..."

The woman brought over a wheeled tripod with a videocamera mounted on top.
"I found a site called 'BondageBabes.com," she said...."all the girls on it are tied, tortured and viewers apparently pay good money to subscribe....I'm going to film all this but hold off sending the video to the site.....just yet. This will be the ultimate blackmail. Try and cross me, try and escape and the website will have themselves a new star...."