Author's Note: the third story from "The Island" series where we find out a little about Jenny.
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III. Jenny's story
Episode I. A slave must suffer
Hi! My name is Jenny. I'm 20, and I should be the happiest slavegirl in the world! At first, I should introduce my Master. My Master's name is... just Master, he is imaginable. He lives only in the mind of that slave. The fact of Master's being makes the slave the happiest creature in the world, but Master feels well only when that slave is desperately aroused and frustrated. In another way, if it doesn't want to be fucked, abused, tortured and humiliated, the Master's power is fading, and He could entirely disappear until that ungrateful slave becomes horny again. That's why I have to be frustrated all the time and not allowed to come since... [legal age]. It's hard to believe, but I've been in chaste for 2 long years. That slave is warned that it won't be allowed to come for life. To be frank, I have come several times during these years. Of course, I should not have done that, but I was so stupid and clumsy that couldn't control my dirty flesh. As a matter of fact, I got severe punishments for all those failures.
Well, at the beginning of this video I should describe myself. I'll shorthand the text later. Thus, if you got sick of that awful ugly slave, you may just read it without looking at that dirty piece of shit.
- Not so fast, bitch. Don't you have to be punished?
- Yes, Master. Of course, Master.
- Do you remember your fault?
- Yes, Master. That horny slave became wet during her punishment last night. Its vagina was so wet that its juices stained the whole floor. It's absolutely unacceptable.
- Good, slave. Do you remember why you were punished yesterday?
- Yes, Master. For the same fault, Master. That slave always becomes wet during her punishment. Therefore, its Master disciplines it every day. But that stupid slave can't do anything with its horny vagina. Please, Master, punish me hard! Don't be mercy with that silly bitch!
- Ok. But before your punishment, have you already had your night whipping?
- Not yet, Master.
- Why I have to remember you everything, slut!
- I'm so sorry, Master! That slave is so stupid, Master. What have I used now, belt, whip, crop or something else?
- In the beginning, use a crop. You have to put ten new cuts on each of your breasts and another ten on your pubis. Then whip your ass and back for ten minutes. Finally, spread your legs and thrash your cunt for another five minutes.
- Thank you, Master. Does the slave have to take off its nipple clamps?
- Of course, not! Be sure that those clamps are dangling all the way during your punishment.
- You are too kind to me, my Master...
- Hurry up! Start canning, bitch!
Jenny took a cane and put ten new perfect cuts on her tits. Some cuts intersected old scars. The intersections badly bled, but it was manageable for that experienced slave. Master likes bleeding. The same happened with her pubic area, where no free space left for new cuts. The lower part of the slave's belly was entirely covered with cuts and bruises. Jenny loved her cuts. When the pubis was all set, the slave bent over a couch and severely whipped its ass for ten minutes. When her ass was harshly whipped, she spread her legs wide apart and delivered the first mighty strike right onto her slit. The sudden severe pain made the slave wet itself. The bladder control was also the part of training, so the slave was peeing last time at her work, about seven hours ago. It was its second urination and the last one, allowed during a day. First peeing is permitted without restrictions; the second peeing is also allowed, but all the piss should be collected and used either for drinking or for washing. Thus, the urine from the second peeing Jenny collected into its tumbler and drank it during her work shift. Consequently, even though Jenny desperately needed to piss, she must have waited until morning. Jenny cried while an irresistible flow of urine spread down to her fresh spanked pubis, belly and tits. The slave realized that has failed again. She was so angry at herself that thrashed her cunt fiercely, trying to punish her urethra. She couldn't help weeping, but kept whipping vagina for five minutes, six minutes, seven... Finally, strength left the slave. She dropped the whip and curled on the floor crying in the pool of her own urine.
- That slave is so sorry, Master! It will never forgive itself for this disobedience. Please, punish it hard!
- Stop crying, stupid bitch! Why you can't keep your urine inside! You piss yourself at least once a week!
- Because that slave is so pathetic, Master! Please, Master!
- Don't you want me to forgive you?
- No, Master! Punish me, Master! Punish me hard! No mercy, Master! Please! You are so kind. You are trying to take care of me, but that stupid cunt failed you again!
- Now, listen to me, slave. Bring a metal catheter and a bottle of Tabasco. Hurry up!
- Yes, Master!
Jenny brought everything she has been told about. She lay down again with her legs spread wide and immersed catheter into the bottle of sauce. Even thinking about her punishment gave the slave a shiver. One part of her consciousness refused to do this, but the other part craved for new pain. Jenny made a deep breath and slowly pushed the catheter into her pisshole. Jenny got a thought that she won't bear such kind of pain. But it was her own failures, and the slave must suffer. She needed suffering. Jenny's knees shivered, her mouth gasped silently; she grabbed the nipple clamps and pulled them trying to overcome the fire inside her urethra...
- Master, that slave has inserted a catheter into its filthy urethra.
- Ok. Now, fuck your urethra with it until I say enough. Don't forget to pull it out every other minute and cover with a fresh layer of sauce.
- Oh, Master, thank you for treating your slave so fairly, Master!
Soon Jenny's urethra took almost a half of Tabasco from the bottle. Some sauce poured over its vagina. Its piss hole was swollen and yawning. Jenny thought that her urethra was not able to keep urine so far. But Master's kindness did have no borders, and He allowed the slave to wear a soft catheter. This beautiful yellow tube will be staying into Jenny's bladder at least one week. During that time the slave will be allowed to empty its bladder up to eight times a day.
On the other hand, instead of urine, Jenny's bladder should be filled with about the same amount of soapy water. In fact, the slave will be badly in need to pee for the whole week, 24/7, without any chance to empty its bladder completely. Another part of this punishment was the slave wouldn't be able to hide the catheter under a short skirt. It will be obviously dangling between its legs. Also, panties will be prohibited, and the slave should use some tape to seal the vaginal plug inside.
There was no trace of tears on Jenny's face left. She was smiling again when filling her bladder with soapy water. She stopped only when she felt she desperately needed to pee. Actually, it was hard to stay still. Jenny clamped the catheter and let it dropped down dangling. That yellow tube looks amazing between her legs. Jenny relaxed her bladder muscles as if she's going to pee, but catheter prevents peeing. She loved it so much.
- Oh, Master, it so good, Master.
- Good. Now, let's get on your punishment. Take salt and rub it in your bruises on tits, ass, and cunt.
- Yes, Master! Thank you, Master.
Jenny hobbled on her high heels to the kitchen and returned with a big bag of salt. Moaning loudly, she rubbed salt into her recently spanked tits. She applied salt along the fresh bruises and rubbed it firmly. After the procedure, some injuries started bleeding again and covered with a red-colored layer of salt. Then Jenny took off her surgical clamps from her sore nipples and rubbed some salt in them. They began aching severely, especially at the places of recent punctures.