Enslaved in Hollywood Pt. 03

Enslaved in Hollywood, Part Three

"Stop squirming, you little slut."

Jeri fought to keep the smile from her face as she watched Freya writhe in her bonds. This was perfect. Freya had skipped straight from denial and gone straight to anger. Her pretty face was twisted up in anger and fury behind her gag, which muffled the string of obscenities Freya had yelled at her from the moment she realised who her captor was. Jeri was pleased by that -- playing with a girl was no fun now she was in the No, no, this can't be happening! phase. An angry slave girl was always more enjoyable as a play partner. Squashing that defiance was a lot of fun.

She grabbed Freya's face with her right hand, digging her fingernails painfully into her cheeks.

"Shut. The. Fuck. Up," she said, enunciating every word carefully, "or I'll kick your ass even more than I already planned to, bitch."

And to emphasise her point, she slashed the crop down across Freya's stomach. The girl's defiance turned to pain as she howled into her gag.

Jeri had dragged Freya from her cell and re-bound her. The girl now stood in the centre of the dungeon, illuminating her under the cold harsh glare of two ceiling-mounted white spotlights. Freya's wrists were cuffed to either end of a steel bar, holding her arms high over her head so only her toes touched the floor. A spreader bar between her ankles kept her legs nice and wide, giving Jeri unimpeded access to the girl's most sensitive and intimate areas.

She walked around Freya now as she stood in place, panting into her gag, and admired what she saw. Freya's skin was pristine and coated with a thin film of sweat. Not a surprise -- Freya had had plenty of time to imagine what might be about to happen to her, and the prospect was enough to make anyone sweat.

"You're so lovely," Jeri said, running the tips of her fingernails up Freya's sides and enjoying the way the girl flinched away from her. "I can't decide what to do with you first -- whip you or fuck you."

Freya's face screwed up into anger as she yelled a muffled but recognisable "Fuck you, you bitch!" through the gag. Jeri let her smile grow predatory.

"Fine. The whip it is."

She slashed her crop through the air and saw the fear blossom in Freya's eyes. She started moaning "No, no, please!" into the gag, those pretty eyes widening like saucers.

"Too late for that, girl," Jeri cautioned. "You should have thought about that before you decided to be rude to me. Consider this by way of a lesson."

And the crop slashed down again, this time across Freya's buttocks.

Freya howled in pain as Jeri worked. She liked to vary her rhythm and intensity to keep the girl on her toes, as well as her targets. Sometimes she struck at Freya's ass or stomach. Sometimes it was her back, or -- worst of all -- Freya's thighs and breasts. She was careful with those targets, of course -- she had other plans for ways to torment Freya's breasts and nipples in the future -- and soon Freya's body was covered in a criss-cross pattern of red lines that were very pleasing to the eye. Jeri liked to consider herself an artist -- so what if her brush was a whip and her canvas the pristine flesh of a beautiful, innocent young girl in way over her head?

By the time the punishment had finished, Jeri had worked up a sweat herself and resolved she would take a shower before bed, after locking the girl up again for the night. She walked slowly around the girl, admiring her handiwork and loving, as always, the click of her high heels on the cold concrete floor of the dungeon. In the darkness and silence, with the only sound coming from Freya's muffled breathing, it sounded wonderfully sinister.

When she was facing Freya again, she reached out with the tip of her crop under Freya's chin, raising her face and forcing Freya to look her in the eye. Tears streamed down a face screwed up in pain. Some of the defiance was gone. Jeri smiled at that.

"Are you going to behave yourself now, bitch?"

She saw the anger flare in Freya's eyes, but a raising of the crop robbed her of any desire to fight back. Freya averted her eyes and nodded once.

"I'm going to remove the gag," Jeri said. "When it comes off, I want total silence unless I tell you to speak. If you break this rule, you'll be punished. I can be creative with my punishments. This," she added, raising the crop again for emphasis, "was just a small taste. If you understand and agree, nod your head twice."

It took a moment, as it always did. Jeri understood Freya would be thinking her options through and realising she didn't have any. Finally, with great reluctance, she nodded twice.

"Good girl."

She patted Freya on the cheek before walking behind her to unbuckle the gag. When the sodden rubber ball came out of Freya's mouth, Jeri heard a moan of relief as the girl worked her jaw, but was pleased to see Freya said nothing. Jeri smiled. I knew she'd take to training.

She walked slowly around Freya again, tracing a line around Freya's pack and across her stomach with the tip of her index finger. When she had again stood in front of Freya, she waited until Freya's head came up to look her in the eye.

"Say Mistress," Jeri ordered.

Freya looked taken aback. She licked her lips. "Mistress," she whispered.

"Again," Jeri said, running her nail slowly up Freya's stomach and between her breasts. "Say Mistress."

Another frightened whisper. "Mistress."

Jeri slashed the crop down across the front of Freya's thighs. The girl yelped in pain, falling backwards, held upward only by the chains around her wrists.

"Stop fucking whispering!" Jeri ordered. "That's your last warning. Now get a hold of yourself, look me in the eye and say Mistress!"

With what looked like an effort, Freya composed herself. She looked Jeri in the eye and through her tears said, "M... Mistress."

Jeri nodded. It was an acceptable volume. "Better. From now on, you address me at all times as Mistress or Mistress Jeri. And no mumbling. I want to hear it clearly each time, understood?"

She put a bit of snap into the final word and was pleased to see Freya recoil as if the crop had lashed her again. "Y... yes, Mistress!"

Jeri laughed. "See, that wasn't so hard, was it?"

She grabbed Freya's face in her free hand, digging her fingers into her cheeks again.

"Understand me now, girl," she said. "You're mine. You belong to me now. You're my slave girl. My bitch. I own your sorry ass just like I own my house and my clothes and my car. If you're smart, you'll realise there's no escape and learn to do as you're told because the alternative is more punishment... and from this small dose, I presume you won't be wanting any more of that, now will you?"

There were tears in Freya's eyes as she shook her head. "No... no Mistress."

She didn't mean it, of course, Jeri knew. Not yet. Right now, Freya would be so frightened and so desperate to avoid pain, she would say or do anything. She needed to be given a reason to obey. She'd had the stick. Now it was time for the carrot.

Jeri hit a switch. Immediately, the chains holding Freya's arms above her head slackened. The girl overbalanced and would have fallen backward to the floor had Jeri not grabbed her around the torso and gently lowered her down until she was lying on her back on the cold concrete floor. She still wore the steel bars between her wrists and ankles, holding her hands safely out of the way and keeping her legs hugely spread.

Freya looked up at Jeri in terror, which made Jeri laugh as she lowered herself to her knees between the girl's legs.

"So frightened, slave girl. Anyone would think you had reason to be afraid."

And as Freya moaned, Jeri lowered her head toward the girl's open legs.

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The very last thing Freya had been expecting to feel that night was the gentle touch of Jeri's tongue against the lips of her pussy.

The shock alone was enough to make her cry out. Jeri ignored her as she kept working. She was surprisingly gentle as she teased the lips of Freya's cunt with her tongue, and before long Freya felt something else she had never expected.

Oh my god! I'm getting turned on!

Her head was spinning, between the pain of her whipping and the aches of her prolonged bondage to the sudden sensory overload she was experiencing. She had suspected -- dreaded -- that forced sex was going to be in her future, of course. Her captor hadn't stripped her naked and locked her up in their sex dungeon for nothing. But she had never expected it would be a woman as her captor, much less this.

Jeri... she had been the only friendly face Freya had seen in all her time in LA. The one person who might have helped her. And now...

Mistress. Slave girl. Jeri's tongue on her cunt...

Freya closed her eyes and felt her toes curl as electric waves of pleasure shot through her.

"Pay attention to what I'm doing to you, slut," Jeri's voice came from between her legs, "because you're going to be doing the same thing to me very shortly."

That thought sent warning flashes through Freya's mind. She'd had boyfriends in her life - not many but enough that she knew what she liked -- but she had never even considered the idea of sex with a woman. It had simply never occurred to her. Now...

You've got no choice.

That thought was resounding in her mind as Jeri brought her to orgasm.

Freya screamed. She couldn't help it. Her hands writhed in their bonds and she closed her eyes and arched her back as waves of pleasure washed through her. It was the biggest orgasm she had ever experienced. Maybe it was the situation, or maybe her body just desperately needed to feel good about something, but it was what it was and that thought frightened her.

I'm a prisoner. She abducted me. She stripped me naked and tied me up and beat me. Now she's going to--

Movement above her. Freya looked up to see Jeri towering over her. She had taken off her shoes and jeans and was pulling down her panties to reveal her own cunt, hidden behind a tight mound of curls.

"Please me, slut," Jeri ordered. "And unless you want another whipping, I had better enjoy it."

Any protestations Freya might have made were drowned out as Jeri straddled her face and lowered her cunt onto Freya's mouth. Feeling as if something inside her had altered forever, Freya opened her mouth and let her tongue touch Jeri's already wet pussy.

I am a slave. The thought echoed inside her mind. I am a slave. I am a slave.

I am a slave.

From somewhere above, she heard Jeri's laughter as she tentatively went to work.

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