JENNY: TRIP TO THE MALL

BY DVNT

Jenny hated going shopping with her mom. She sat in silence in
the back of the van as her mother drove towards the mall. Her
mother could spend hours shopping, slowly wondering from store to
store, at the end of her mothers shopping excursions Jenny would
be completely exhausted but she was still expected to continue
her normal duties once she returned home.

Jenny looked out at the passing scenery, concentrating on keeping
her mouth firmly shut, remembering her mothers warning earlier.

"It's important you're on your best behavior while we're out.
This will keep you quiet and polite," she had said as she
inserted the device in Jenny's tiny mouth. The device was a
remote button. She had to keep her mouth shut at all times to
keep the remote in place and had to use her tongue to push the
button to the roof of her mouth. If the button were released, or
the remote slipped out IT would turn on.

IT was the large dildo held into her pussy by the chastity belt
she had been locked into on her pussy she had been locked into
two years ago on her sixth birthday. Once the button was released
it would start vibrating and pulsing and she wouldn't be able to
stand it. Of course her mother had another remote transmitter
that could activate it, and if she were to wonder too far from
that remote it would also activate. She knew that if it were
activated her squirming would embarrass her mother and she would
be punished for it.

BRRRRRR

A strong vibration jarred her back to her senses. Her mother was
glaring at her in the mirror, the second remote in her hand.

"You're not even listening to me! We'll deal with this once we
get home," she smiled, still glaring at her Jenny, "I said,
you're going to wear your backpack the entire time we're shopping
and are not to sit or rest the entire time we're in the mall."

Jenny looked nervously at the back-pack on the seat next to her.
It was a normal looking children's back pack but her mother had
packed it with 35 pounds of weights and Jenny would soon be sore
form lugging it around. To make matters worse her mother often
insisted that they use the stair rather than the escalators and
elevators.

Jenny groaned as the van pulled into the parking space at the
mall, her mother had chosen the first open spot, near the far
edge of the parking lot, and Jenny realized she'd have to not
only walk all the way to the mall, she'd have to make the same
walk to return to the van. She carefully climbed out of the van
and grabbed her backpack when her mother opened the door. As she
slid the backpack onto her shoulders she was surprised by the
weight of it.

"I put a few extra toys in there just in case they're needed,"
her mother stated, "And I won't hesitate to use any one of them
for any reason. Now come on!"

Jenny struggled to keep up with her mother. Her mother took long
strides and made no attempt to slow down for the girl. Jenny's
plight was made worse by the fact that under her short pink skirt
her thighs had been tied together, further shortening her stride.
She practically ran to keep up with her mother, her only relief
knowing once she was in the mall, her mother normally walked much
slower as she looked around.

Jenny thought back to the last time her mother had brought toys
to the mall.

******

Her mother had prepared a surprisingly large breakfast and had
encouraged Jenny to eat, in addition she poured Jenny glass after
glass of Jenny's favorite, Cherry Kool-Aide. On the way to the
mall her mother had given her a large bottle of water and told
her it had to be all drunk by the time they got to the mall.
Jenny opened the Liter bottle and began obediently drinking. Once
at the mall her mother had continued to give her bottles of water
out of her backpack, insisting that she drank them all. Jenny was
happy to continue drinking, feeling her backpack grow lighter
with each bottle she drank. After about three liters of water
Jenny realized what was happening. She had to go to the bathroom
but realized asking her mother if she could use the bathroom
would be breaking the rules. Still her mother made her drink and
she continued to suffer. After five liters she had to fight the
urge to throw up with each drink. Finally, all ten liters of
water that were in her backpack were gone. Jenny and her mother
had grabbed some burgers from the food court and to add to
Jenny's torment her mother insisted they sit by one of the
fountains in the mall to eat. After finishing her burger Jenny
was aware that the seat of her pants felt damp. He mother stood
and Jenny immediately followed, looking at the small wet spot as
she began to walk away. Her mother, seeing Jenny look back,
looked as well. Seeing the wet spot she immediately looked at
Jenny's pants, and began marching her to the nearest bathroom.
Jenny felt totally humiliated, sure everyone could see she had
wet herself, and afraid of what her mother would do. After
checking to ensure the bathroom was totally empty Jenny's mother
locked the door, and turned to face Jenny. Jenny was shaking with
fear.

"You've embarrassed me today and the day isn't even half over!"
Her mother shouted, then, gaining control of her emotions
continued in a lower tone, "Prepare yourself for punishment."

Jenny instantly completely undressed, neatly folding her clothes
and placing them on the counter next to her back-pack. She then
bowed down before her mother and recited, "Mistress, this slave
is not worthy of your attention but needs to be punished."

Her mother/mistress took a step towards the shivering child and
opened the backpack. She pulled out a ball gag, lifted Jenny's
head off the floor by her hair and placed the gag in her mouth.
Jenny returned to her position when her mother released her hair
and stayed still while her mother fastened the leather straps of
the gag behind her head. Her mother then ordered her to stand.
Her mother opened a on of the stall doors and threw a rope over
the bar on top of the door. She positioned Jenny in the open
stall door and tied the ropes to Jenny's wrists. She then tied
Jenny's ankles to each side of the doorframe, spreading her legs
and forcing Jenny to stand on her toes.

Jenny heard water running behind her and was surprised when she
looked up to see her mother hanging an enema bag to the bar over
Jenny's head.

"Oh dear, it seems we left the KY Jelly at home," her mother said
with a grin.

Jenny grunted as she felt the large nozzle enter her bottom and
felt the warm water flow into her. She then heard water running
again. Her mother hung a second bag over her head and as the
first bag emptied she switched over the second, taking the first
bag back to the sink to refill it. After taking three full enema
bags her mother quickly pulled out the nozzle. Jenny clenched her
bottom to prevent any of the fluid from leaking out. She looked
behind her just in time to see her mother pull out a large
butt-plug. Jenny groaned through her gag again as her mother
inserted the plug. A swishing noise was the only warning Jenny
had before a sharp pain across her bottom indicated her mother
planned to whip her as well. Blow after blow landed across her
bottom as Jenny squirmed in her bonds. Knowing her mother would
ask once the gag was removed Jenny tried to keep count of the
blows.

TWO

THREE

FOUR

FIVE

The whipping continued mercilessly as Jenny tried to keep count.

SIX

SEVEN

EIGHT

Jenny's head hung limply as and she looked down at her distended
belly while she continued to count to herself.

NINE

TEN

Jenny's bladder which had little relief from the small accident
earlier, was in pain, begging for release.

ELEVEN

TWELVE

Jenny felt a small amount of urine flow out and run down her leg.
She concentrated on holding her bladder more and hoped mother
didn't notice.

THIRTEEN

FOURTEEN

FIFTEEN

SIXTEEN

She lost control and her bladder emptied itself onto the floor.
Her mother quickly stepped away and watched as Jenny continued to
humiliate herself. Once the flow had stopped Jenny once again
heard water running. Her mother was splashing water on the floor
and Jenny watched as it ran down the drain of the stall in front
of her, tears rolling down her face.

Once the water was mostly drained Jenny's mother stepped up
behind her. Jenny shivered as she felt the riding crop trace her
spine from her butt to the nape of here neck. With a quick flick
of the wrist brought it her across Jenny's shoulder blades. Jenny
tried to remember the number 16 as her mother lay into her back
with a series of quick blows. Jenny counted eight when her mother
started talking.

"You just continue to embarrass me! Forcing me smell you while
you act like an animal," her mother said, continue to rain blows
down on the child. Jenny continued to count and was at 18,
remembering 16 still.

The blows continued as Jenny's concentration began to falter. She
was at 23, 16, why was that number important 16, now 24 blows,
what was she trying to remember? She began to panic as she
realized she had forgotten something that was very important.
27,28,29,30, Jenny tried to keep count of the blows across her
back now not even sure if that count was correct. At 33 her
mother stopped. A sense of dread and relief mixed as her mother
removed the gag from her mouth. Once she was released from her
bonds Jenny quickly took up her pose on the floor.

"This slave thanks it's mistress for the lesson," Jenny recited
before kissing her mothers shoes.

Jenny was still shaking as her mother looked down on her.

"How many times did I whip the slave?" her mother asked.

"The slave was whipped 33 times on its back," Jenny stuttered,
unsure of herself.

"And what of the whipping on the slaves bottom?"

Jenny began to shake as she tried to remember what the number was
she had forgotten.

"Do you need a reminder?" her mother asked as she began moving
Jenny back towards the ropes.

Jenny was in a panic as she was lead back towards the stall. Some
writing on the stall wall caught her eye.

'Jenny was here' it read, the irony not lost on the small girl.
Under it was written a date.

'12/16/98'

The date stuck in Jenny's mind even as she allowed her hands to
be secured over her head. The number was there! She knew it but
didn't know which.

She felt her left leg be tied once again. It couldn't be 98 she
thought to herself. Her mind was racing between the 12 and 16,
unsure which it would be.

She felt the ropes on her right leg, spreading her and once again
forcing her to rise up on her toes.

Her mother was reaching around her with the ball gag, Jenny's
time was running out. Her mind raced as she made a decision.

"16!" she nearly shouted, "The slave was whipped 16 times on her
bottom"

"16 times? Are you sure slave?" Jenny's mom asked.

"Jenny was shaking, "Yes mistress, the slave received 16 to it's
bottom and 33 to it's back. Thank you mistress."

Jenny felt more confident in her answer after saying the phrase
and was relieved when her mother pulled away the gag.
Jenny was completely unprepared for the three sharp swats that
followed, landing on the back of her thighs. She nearly cried out
but quickly bit her lip and held back.

"Do you know what that was for?" her Mother asked.

"N-no mistress," Jenny stuttered.

"What is the punishment for lying?"

"Th-three hits," Jenny answered, suddenly realizing what had
happened. Her mother had realized she wasn't sure of the answer
and had caught her in that lie. "This slave thanks you for the
punishment and is sorry for lying to its mistress."

Jenny's mom quickly untied the girl and threw the ropes in the
bag. Jenny had resumed her bowing on the floor.

"Get up, we still have a lot more shopping to do," her mother
snapped. "And clean yourself up!"

Jenny used some damp paper towels to clean the drying urine and
traces of blood off her legs. As she bent down she became aware
of the enema still in her and the small cramps that were
starting. She knew a few hours of walking around with this and
she'd be struggling to follow her mom around. As she stood back
up she looked at her back, a network of marks criss-crossed her
back and bottom and the three welts on her legs were bright red.
Surprisingly only a few were bleeding and most of those had
already begun to clot.

She caught her T-shirt as her mom threw it at her but was
surprised when her mom put her pants in the backpack. She put her
shoes and socks on her feet and wondered what her mom planned to
have her do. Surely she wouldn't have her walk around the mall
with no pants on!

"Tie this around your waste, make sure no one can see you have no
pants on," her mother said, handing her the jacket she had worn
into the mall.

Jenny quickly tied the jacket on, thankful it could easily wrap
around her thin waste and checking to make sure it didn't reveal
too much of her bare thighs. Although it was a cool day out most
of the other shoppers would assume Jenny had worn shorts to the
mall, Jenny would have to be careful though, a wrong move would
easily reveal her secret, bringing on still further punishment.
She walked towards her back pack and was surprised at the pain
the coarse fabric of the jacket caused to her raw butt cheeks.
When she placed the backpack on her shoulders she grimaced at the
pain the weight on her sore backside caused.

Jenny spent the next threes hours following her mother around the
mall. The fluid in her belly, combined with the backpack and
jacket rubbing on her raw backside made it one of the most
unbearable shopping trips she had ever experienced. She was
grateful when she and her mom finally left the mall and hardly
felt it as she stood in the frigid air while her mom pretended to
be unable to find her car keys, the wind whipping at her bare
legs and arms.

******

Jenny and her mom had finally arrived at the front doors to the
mall. Ever since that trip to the mall Jenny never doubted
whether her mother could or would punish her anywhere at anytime.
She smiled to herself as she entered the mall. It was a warm day
and all she had on was her short sun-dress and a pair of sandals.
Even if her mother decided to punish her in the mall again today,
there was no way her mother could make her go around in less
clothing.

Jenny followed her mother into the mall. The air conditioned mall
was much cooler than the summer heat outside and Jenny's nipples
became hard. She looked down and saw they stood out prominently
from the thin tight T-shirt she was wearing. Although only 8
years old, the frequent tortures and stimulation her nipples had
received over the years had made them very prominent. She became
scared her mother, seeing he nipples so erect, would become
embarrassed, any embarrassment to either of her parent s would
result in severe punishment and with a heavy backpack full of
unknown toys and torture devices she didn't want to find out what
the punishment would be. She quickly pulled her long, fine,
blonde hair so that it hung in front of her shoulders and
partially covered both nipples.

As she followed her mom through the mall they passed the food
court. In there Jenny was surprised to see a bunch of girls
wearing little more than swimsuits and sandals. Little did Jenny
know that the Catholic Girls School's swim team had a meet
earlier in the day and had taken the team to the mall afterwards
as a treat. The girls had just finished lunch and began to wonder
in groups around the mall. Jenny's mom was well aware of the swim
meet today and knew the girls would be at them mall. It was part
of her plan for Jenny's punishment if she were to misbehave
today.

Jenny's mom smiled at the thought. It wasn't if she misbehaved,
it was when. Although Jenny had progressed very far in her
training her mother was always able to find ways to test Jenny's
endurance. She was sure that Jenny wouldn't be able to keep the
remote button in her mouth pressed the entire visit to the mall
and once pressure was released from it the dildo trapped inside
her would come alive, resulting in behavior that would be
considered embarrassing.

Sure enough Jenny's tongue was beginning to tire from holding the
button in her mouth. And as she tried to mover her tongue a
little to ease the pain the dildo kicked on. Jenny was surprised
by the sudden feelings but was able to shut it off before the
feeling became too much.

However she did stop walking behind her mother during this and
realized to her terror that she was getting dangerously far away
from the remote her mother carried that would also activate the
dildo. She struggled to run after her mom, her heavy backpack,
and bound thighs, making it very difficult. She finally did catch
up to her mother and continued walking behind her while trying to
catch her breath.

After visiting most of the stores on the first floor Jenny's
mother headed towards some stairs to visit the second floor. By
now Jenny was beginning to wear out and as her mother approached
the stairs she didn't slow down her pace one bit. As Jenny came
to the first step she realized her bound thighs were going to
make this very difficult. She struggled her way onto the first
step, using the railing to pull herself up. Her mother was
already four steps above her. Jenny struggled to speed up,
watching her feet as she carefully climbed step after step. A
quick glance up showed her mother was already halfway up the
stairs while Jenny was only a quarter of the way. Jenny continued
on, struggling with the effort. As Jenny got to the halfway point
she looked to see her mother at the top of the stairs. She was
relieved to see her mother had stopped to look at a small
advertisement near the top. Jenny continued her efforts.

Jenny's mom, while pretending to look at an advertisement, looked
down the stairs at her daughter. She was struggling at the
halfway point of the stairs and she knew it wouldn't be long
before Jenny wouldn't be able to keep up with her. She was
tempted to start walking off now, quickly moving too far away
from her daughter and leaving her helpless on the stairs as the
dildo kicked on. She decided to toy with the girl some more
first. She waited until Jenny was on the second to last stair
before quickly turning and walking away.

Jenny was nearly to the top, just two more steps to go. A sense
of triumph was building in her and for a moment she had a feeling
of hope that she'd be able to keep up with her mom the entire
shopping trip. Theses hopes were quickly smashed as her mom
strode away and Jenny felt the dildo begin to operate. She
struggled to ignore the feelings and finish the climb. Once on
the second floor she began running after her mom, trying to get
back within range of the remote. This time her mother was even
farther away than the first time and Jenny was already very worn
out. Her plight was made worse by the feeling building from her
cunny. She was getting closer though, her mother was only 100
feet away. Then 75. She pushed on, her mother now only 50 feet
away. Suddenly she felt her footing give out and too her horror
she was falling to the floor.

As she hit the floor her mouth opened and the remote slid across
the floor, then over the edge of one of the second floor railing.
She heard it land with a splash in the fountain below. The
feelings of the dildo were too much and she was squirming around
on the ground. She felt hands lifting her and was surprised to
see it was two of the girls off the swim team.

"Are you okay?" one of the girls asked.

"Y-yeah," Jenny said while trying to stand on shaky legs and hide
what the motion of the dildo was doing to her.

"This backpack weighs a ton, what's in it?" The other girl asked.

"Just some school books and stuff," Jenny answered. Just then she
saw her mom glaring at her from a few feet away. "I've got to go,
thanks."

Jenny struggled to walk over to her mom as the two girls walked
off saying "See- ya".

As Jenny made it to her mother and stood in front of her, still
fighting the feelings from the dildo. Despite being close to her
mother's transmitter there would be no way to turn it off unless
she could get her remote from the fountain.

Jenny continued to struggle as her mom grabbed her arm and nearly
dragged her across the mall. They entered a newer section of the
mall that was still under construction. Jenny and her mom
continued to walk farther into the new section and gradually the
sounds of the other customers faded away. Her mother began trying
different doors, all of which were unlabeled, until she finally
found one that was unlocked. Jenny was dragged into this room by
her mother and suddenly plunged into darkness while her mother
closed and locked the door behind the two.

Jenny was quickly blinded by the bright, cold florescent lights
being switched on. Still having the feeling in her cunny build,
she nervously looked about the room. It was a small room still
under construction. There were exposed pipes and scaffolding all
about the place and tools and other building supplies lay all
about. There was no drywall up yet and Jenny could see the
fiberglass insulation exposed in the walls still. Jenny's mom led
here to a nearby table and gave the order Jenny was dreading.

"Prepare yourself for punishment!" her mother shouted.

Jenny noted the way her words sounded in the room and assumed,
correctly, that it was pretty well soundproofed. Jenny quickly
placed her backpack and sandals on the table next to her and
neatly folded her sundress to place it alongside. She then bowed
in front of her mother, the standard punishment position, and
recited a the line she had become very familiar with.

"This slave is not worthy of your attention but needs to be
punished."

The vibrator continued to work at her insides and Jenny felt
herself nearing orgasm. Jenny thought hard to push away the
feelings, knowing that an unauthorized release would result in
worse punishment.

"You've been lagging, slowing me down, all day, slave," her
mother began, "I probably should have punished you when you first
walked in here and showed you nipples off to everyone you
worthless whore."

Jenny gasped, partially form the dildo, and partially because she
hadn't though her mother had noticed.

"And then you embarrassed me by climbing the stairs so slowly and
tripping while trying to catch up. Also, back there you talked to
strangers, two of them!" her mother continued, "What is the
punishment for talking to strangers?"

Jenny wracked her mind to think what the punishment was. She knew
it was against the rules but couldn't remember what the
punishment was or if she had even been told it.

"This slave doesn't know the answer to mistress's question."
Jenny finally answered. Tears welling up in her eyes.

"What do you think the punishment should be?" her mother asked.

Jenny carefully weighed the question, trying to look at it the
way her mother would. If she suggested too light a punishment she
would get a much more severe punishment and if she answered too
harshly she would suffer more than necessary. After deliberating
she carefully answered.

"This slave deserves 20 hits for talking to the strangers." Jenny
carefully answered, again feeling the dildo push her dangerously
close to release.

Jenny's mother smiled, "That sounds reasonable, 20 hits for
talking to strangers, and since there were two of them you'll
receive 40!"

Jenny nearly missed the last part from concentrating on holding
back the feelings that had built up from the vibrations. She
didn't know if she could bear 40 hits.

Her mother quickly led her to some scaffolding. She pulled a pair
of leather cuffs out of the backpack and placed them on Jenny's
wrists, a similar pair were placed on her ankles. Then Jenny was
forced to stand on a crate while her mother attached the clips on
her wrist cuffs to bolt-holes in the overhead scaffolding.
Jenny's arms were spread painfully apart and she was forced to
stand on her tip- toes.

Suddenly her mother kicked the box out from under her, and Jenny
was hanging by her arms. Picking up a piece of pipe, laying near
by, Jenny's mom placed one end of it against Jenny's right ankle
cuff and held it in place with some duct tape that was lying
nearby. She then spread Jenny's legs and secured the other end to
her left cuff, again securing it with the duct tape. Jenny's legs
were spread painfully far apart. Jenny's mom then removed two of
the seven five pound weights that were in the backpack and hung
one from each of the ankle cuffs.

Jenny groaned with the weight and struggled to resist the
stimulation her cunny was getting. Her mother walked around in
front of her and showed two nipple clamps, connected by a chain
to the bound girl. Jenny's mom began rubbing and pinching her
nipples to get them to once again stand erect from the stretched
skin of the small girls chest. The stimulation was too much for
Jenny to ignore and as her nipples became hard she was pushed
over the edge into the throws of her orgasm. She was so overtaken
with it that she didn't even feel her mother attach the nipple
clamps. Seeing no the pain wasn't registering with the girl,
Jenny's mom Pulled another weight from the back pack and hung it
from the chain between the nipple clamps.

As Jenny came down from her intense orgasm she became aware of
the intense pain in her chest. She looked down to see the five
pound weight hung from the cruel clamps mercilessly stretching
her nipples downward.

"Slave, what is the punishment for cumming without permission?"

Her mother's question brought Jenny completely back to reality.

"This slave should receive 25 hits for cumming without mistress's
permission," Came her answer.

"So how many hits does the slave deserve now?"

"65," came Jenny's answer after quickly adding them up.

"Each of the three weights hung on you are for each of the three
times you've embarrassed me today," Jenny's mother said, "And now
you'll receive your whipping."

Jenny obediently opened her mouth to allow her mother to insert
the gag. She listened carefully as her mother drew a riding crop
out of the back pack, heard the footsteps of her mother walking
up behind her. She listened to the whistling of the crop through
the air, braced for the impact, but felt nothing.

Jenny's mother laughed as she watched the young girl flinch as
she swung the crop through the air. Twice more she swung the crop
making the noise without hitting the girl, finally the fourth
practice swing the young girl didn't flinch.

Jenny counted the times she heard her mother swing the crop,
practicing for when she had to count the actual hits. Finally, on
the seventh swing she felt the impact. Completely unprepared for
the pain Jenny almost didn't remember to count as four more blows
rained down on her back. Five, she was at five hits she thought
to herself. Her mother quickly brought five more blows down on
the child's back, bringing the count up to ten. Five more
followed, now at 15. Jenny was glad her mother was doing this in
groups of five, it would make it easier to keep track, but she
knew she had to be careful. If her mother hit her only three or
four times in an effort to fool the child her punishment would
become worse.

Twenty, twenty-five, thirty. Her mother kept the pattern up. The
girl was having difficulty keeping track of the individual hits
and the feelings from the dildo were beginning to build again.

Another group of blows came down. Jenny nearly counted 35 to
herself when she realized that wasn't a full five hits. 34 she
said to herself. Her mother continued raining down groups of five
until she got to 64 hits. The girl was nearly senseless as her
mother began to remove the gag from her mouth. Once the her mouth
was free Jenny quickly mustered her senses.

"Mistress this slave is not through being punished. This slave
only received 64 of the 65 hits."

Jenny's mom smiled, walked around behind the girl and gave her
one final blow to her back. The force of the blow nearly made
Jenny cum again but she held back. "For taking all of your
punishment so well and ensuring you received the full punishment
you are allowed to freely cum the rest of the day," Jenny's mom
said.

No sooner had she heard the words then Jenny she and convulsed
with her second powerful orgasm of the day.

"I think I'll leave you here to enjoy your privilege until I'm
done shopping," her mother said, "I hope you don't mind hanging
out here."

"This slave thanks its mistress." Jenny managed to say as her
mother left the room.

Jenny hung in her bonds, enjoying the feelings from her cunny, as
she came a third time she noticed that her shaking caused the
weights on her nipples and ankles to pull. She gently swung in
the air as a fourth orgasm built. She had never been allowed to
cum four times in a day and was beginning to feel sore. Still the
dildo continued its effects and she groaned as it continued it's
vibrating and pulsing. She noted that it was beginning to slow
down and become less intense, and assumed the batteries were
dying. This made it even worse, now it was bringing her even more
slowly towards another painful climax. For nearly three hours it
slowly worked away inside her. During this time she became aware
of how sore all her joints were and how much her nipples hurt.
She was very close to her fifth orgasm when the dildo died
completely, she was glad for the reprieve but felt she still
desired relief. In her frustration she shook in her bonds. She
tried vainly to reach another orgasm. The pain in all her joints
was too much. Tears were streaming down her face when she heard
the door open and shut behind her.

Jenny was flooded with relief at the thought that her mother was
finally here and her bondage could end.

******

Jenny was glad to hear her mom walking into the room. She had
been hanging in bondage for hours and was extremely sore. Long
ago the batteries to the dildo, trapped in her tiny cunny had
died, leaving her to concentrate on the pain caused by the
weights that dangled from her body as it was suspended from the
scaffolding in the unfinished room in the new section of the
mall.

She heard the door close behind her and footsteps into the room.
Something was wrong though, they weren't the firm steps of her
mother, they were different, and sounded like more than one
person.

"Nobody'll be back here, we'll be safe," she a heard male voice
say.

"Now come on, let's see it," anther voice said, also male.

"Alright but if dad finds out I took it from his room he'll beat
me senseless," a third boy said.

Jenny heard the rustling of paper and gasps from the boys.

"They really tie women up like that? All naked?" one of them
said.

Jenny realized they hadn't seen her yet and must be talking about
a dirty magazine.

She heard the boys walking again. "Set it on this table so we all
can see," one of them said.

Jenny realized in horror they were probably standing right next
to the table her clothes and back pack were on. There was no way
they could miss those items.

"What's this stuff?" One of the boys said, making Jenny's blood
run cold. "A dress and a back pack?"

She heard them unzip her backpack and gasp at what they saw
inside. Her mother had been sure to pack an assortment of bondage
implements for their trip to the mall today. Despite the cool air
in the room Jenny began to sweat. If they took her back pack and
clothes what would her mother do? She heard them dump the items
in the back pack on the table and start to sort through its
contents.

"This stuff is great just like in the magazine." One of the boys
squealed.

"Hey, Johnny, come over hear and check this out."

To her left Jenny could see two of the boys by some nearby
scaffolding. Jenny held her breath, hoping she wouldn't be seen.
She heard click of some handcuffs and one of the boys stepped
away. She saw a boy, about six years old, with his hand secured
behind his back. Moving her head a little she could see handcuffs
connecting his wrists, the chain from the cuffs wrapped around
the scaffolding.

"Come on Tim, let me out!" the boy, apparently Johnny cried.

"Oh, don't be a baby" The other boy, Tim, said. Tim appeared to
be about four years older than Johnny but looked like his
brother.

The third boy, who was about Tim's age, spoke up, "Your brother's
always such a pain, maybe it's time to teach him a lesson."

The color drained from Johnny's face as the two boys began
comparing the items on the table with what they saw ein the
magazine. Johnny, panicking now, began looking around for an
escape. The handcuffs were securely fastened to his wrists and
couldn't be slipped off. The bar he was handcuffed to was firmly
bolted to opposite sides of the scaffolding. He looked around the
room for something, anything, that would help him. Then he saw
the girl bound to the scaffolding nearby. The boys had missed the
naked child earlier. He watched the sweat glistening on her body,
temporarily forgetting his own plight. Seeing the naked girl made
his tiny immature penis become stiff.

Jenny made eye contact with the small boy and shook her head to
try and get him not to say anything. The boy nodded and seemed to
understand. He wasn't sure who the girl was and couldn't explain
why he was attracted to her but wanted to help her. All the
superhero comics he had read had taught him you need to protect
tied up girls from the bad guys and to him his brother and friend
were certainly bad guys.

Jenny looked on helplessly as Tim and the other boy walked up to
Johnny. Johnny looked at them nervously when suddenly Tim pulled
down his little brothers pants and underwear. Knocking him off
balance the young boy's pants were quickly removed, along with
his shoes and socks. Johnny stood nervously in just a T-shirt,
with no way to cover his erect man-hood form either of the boys
or the girl nearbye.

"Look at that, he's excited! He likes it!" the friend said,
pointing to Johnny's penis with a riding crop.

"Looks like my little brothers a homo Mike," Tim said.

Mike gave Johnny's penis a light flick with the riding crop. Fear
showing on Johnny's face as he moved his legs to protect himself.
Then Mike whipped Johnny across the front of his thighs.

Johnny screamed at the pain and hopped from foot to foot. While
Johnny's mouth was open screaming, Tim placed a ball gag in
Johnny's mouth and quickly fastened it behind his head. Then Tim
and Mike began tying Johnny's feet to the scaffolding, pulling
his legs apart and leaving him completely exposed.

Jenny, seeing this, found herself becoming more and more turned
on. She felt for the young boy's plight but she herself had been
in worse bondage and thought he should be able to endure it.

Mike gave Johnny's penis three solid hits with the crop. Johnny's
feeling the intense pain arched his back and shook his body.
Tears rolled down his face. Tim approached his bother with a
section of rope, tied one end to the scaffolding behind Johnny
and the other was tied in a slip knot around his balls.

"Hit him again, watch what happens," Tim said to Mike.

Mike again gave a painful blow with the riding crop to Johnny's
abused penis. Johnny arched his back at the torment and felt the
rope around his balls pull tighter. He relaxed and moved back
towards the scaffolding but his brother had tied an excellent
knot and the noose did not loosen. Tim grabbed the crop from Mike
and gave his brother five more painful hits. Johnny was writhing
in pain and the noose grew tighter with every motion.

Johnny looked down at his tortured privates and saw the rope
cutting into his skin. He shook his lower body, trying to get the
noose off his balls, but it wouldn't release its tight painful
grip. Mike and Tim had gone back to the table to compare some of
the other toys to the magazine. Johnny looked to Jenny, tears
streaming down his face.

It was all Jenny could do to keep from yelling at the other boys
to leave him alone. She knew she was just as helpless as Johnny
and could only hope the other two boys didn't go too far, or
worse, see her.

Mike approached the young boy holding a large cylindrical object.
Johnny didn't know what it was but was sure they only would
inflict more pain with it. Jenny recognized the dildo as being
one of the larger ones from her parents inventory and knew there
was no way Johnny could take it without being seriously hurt.
Mike squeezed a liberal amount of KY Jelly onto it and then
walked around behind the scaffolding Johnny was tied to. He
placed the tip of the dildo at the entrance to the young boy's
anus and began applying pressure. Johnny struggled but quickly
stopped as he felt the noose become tighter. Johnny then tried
clenching his butt cheeks together to repel the intrusion. Mike
was caught up in the moment and didn't care if the young boy was
hurt. He applied more pressure and to Johnny's horror, he felt
his butt cheeks begin to part as the dildo was forced closer and
closer towards his tightened sphincter muscle. Johnny closed his
eyes and bit down hard on the ball gag, preparing for the pain.
Tim watched in fascination as Johnny slowly gave up and prepared
for the pain. Jenny held her breathe, watching the torture of the
boy with a morbid fascination. She so much wanted to help little
Johnny but was herself still helpless to do anything.

"Oh no." escaped Jenny's lips even before she realized it.

Suddenly all eyes were on the bound girl hanging nearby. Mike
moved the dildo away from Johnny while Tim walked over to where
Jenny was trussed up. Jenny struggled feebly in her bonds,
knowing it was useless, that there was no escape. Johnny looked
in horror at the girl, there was no way he could help her now he
thought to himself.

"This day keeps getting better and better," Tim said as Mike
walked up behind him. I guess that was your dress over there."

Tim ran bag to the table and grabbed her dress. Jenny started to
protest at the boys to let them both go. Mike quickly pulled out
a pocket knife and cut Jenny's dress into strips, then used them
to gag and blindfold the girl. Johnny tried to shout through his
gag while Tim and Mike began to nervously run their hands over
Jenny's body.

None of them heard the opening and closing of the door or the
footsteps across the floor towards the children.

******

The boy's hands explored the forbidden fruit of Jenny's body as
she broke out in a cold sweat. No longer able to see what the
boys were doing Jenny became scared and began to shake. This
caused her weighted nipple clamps to sway, increasing her agony.
The boy's watched her nipples, entranced by the motion of the
clamps and weights.

Little Johnny secured nearby, saw the figure moving across the
room towards the children. He tried to shout through his gag but
the mewing sound that escaped fell on deaf ears. Johnny watched
as the figure stepped into the light and took in the scene.

The figure was a tall attractive woman, in her mid-thirties, but
in very good shape. She looked carefully at each of the children,
assessing the situation, and walked up to the table. She calmly
set her shopping bags down next to the table and pulled a thin
leather belt from one of the bags, and grabbed a bundle of
zip-ties from the table.

She then calmly walked up to the two boys who where molesting
Jenny, completely undetected by them, and in one quick fluid
motion swung the belt striking both boys across their bottoms in
one hit.

The sudden pain caught both boys off guard and they look at each
other, confused at what was happening.

"Get away from her!" the woman's yelled.

Jenny recognized the voice as her mother's and was relieved when
she felt the weights being removed from her ankles and nipple
clamps. She then felt an egg crate being placed under her feet
and the cuffs on her wrist released from the scaffolding. Finally
her mother removed the blindfold and gag that used to be Jenny's
dress.

Jenny stood on the egg crate blinking while her eyes became
adjusted to the light. The two boys stood trembling as the
dominating figure of Jenny's mother hovered over them, her face
completely emotionless. Something in her eyes told the boys not
to toy with her.

Little Johnny, relieved to see the woman helping Jenny hoped
she'd free him soon as well. His arms were becoming sore and the
presence of now two females in the room made him more aware of
his exposed privates. Johnny saw Jenny look in his direction and
tried to look brave for her but his eyes still had a pleading
look in them.

"What is going on here?" Jenny's mother asked.

Both the boys started babbling unintelligible nonsense. Jenny
noticed, to her amusement, the Tim had wet himself out of fear.

"Silence! Both of you!" Jenny's mother shouted, "What are your
names?"

"Mike Thompson" Mike said.

"T-tim Mason" Tim managed to stutter out.

Jenny's mom looked furious. "You will both end everything you say
to me with Mistress," she growled at them.

"Y-yes mistress," both boys said in unison.

"And who is he?" Jenny's mom asked, gesturing towards Johnny with
the belt she still held.

Both boys flinched but didn't say anything. Jenny's mom continued
to stare at them, waiting for an answer.

"It's my little brother," Tim finally said, "Johnny. M-mistress."

"Does he piss himself like a little baby too?" Jenny's mom
demanded, leering at Tim's damp crotch.

Tim cast his eyes downward, ashamed and humiliated that this lady
had noticed. Mike started to laugh at his friend but was silenced
immediately when the belt caught him across the front of his
thighs.

"And you were the one that cut up my daughters dress," Jenny's
mom said towards Mike, "Now is it fair that she has no clothes
because of you?"

Mike started to protest but was again silenced when the belt
landed across his thighs.

Jenny's mom gestured for Mike to stand, which he did immediately.
Then she told him to strip, he hesitated at this command.

"Your clothes really aren't worthy to put on a dog, but my
daughter needs something to wear home. If you don't start doing
what I say these little taps I'm giving you on your thighs will
start to be much harder and much higher."

Mike cringed, knowing exactly what her intended target was. He
quickly removed his clothes and dropped them in a pile on the
floor in front of him. Standing shivering in his boxers.

Jenny's mom gave him another hit with the belt across his thighs.

"That's no way to treat your mistress's new clothes, you'll fold
them neatly and present them to her on your knees like the dog
you are."

Mike quickly folded the clothes and kneeled down in front of
Jenny's mom, presenting the clothes in front of him. Jenny's mom
gave him three quick lashes with the belt. Mike looked up in
fear.

"I'm not going to be wearing the clothes you worthless dog!
You'll present them to my daughter, your other mistress and home
she's as merciful as I've been today." Jenny's mom said.

"Y-yes m-mistress," Mike said as he walked, on his knees over to
the milk crate that Jenny stood on. Mike winced at the pain as
the sand and dirt on the cold cement floor of the room rubbed his
knees raw. Mike presented Jenny with the clothes.

Jenny looked from the pile of clothes to her mother. Jenny's
mother indicated she was to dominate him and a smile crossed
Jenny's face.

Jenny kicked the clothes out of Mikes hand and stepped down from
the milk crate.

"You were told to strip and present me with the clothes and you
give me a pile of rags while still dressed," Jenny shouted,
getting into the dominatrix role.

The last few years of forced Bondage had taught her a lot, not
only about taking pain, but also giving it. She had lusted for so
long for the opportunity to dominate someone and now her mother
was granting her very wish. She became wet with the thought of
what she could do. Of course he'd have to pay for cutting up her
dress and touching her, ever since she was very young Jenny had
been taught that strangers shouldn't touch her inappropriately.
And then there was the cruel treatment to little Johnny she had
seen. Although she didn't know much about the young boy she had
developed a liking for him and wanted him to watch his tormentors
be punished.

Mike nervously looked down his body. He had taken his clothes off
when the lady said to, stripped right down to his underwear. She
couldn't mean those to could she? He nervously looked up at
Jenny. Her face was cold, as unemotional as her mother's. he
slowly slipped his thumbs under the elastic waist of his
underwear and saw Jenny give a small nod. He slowly pulled the
underwear down, showing his prepubescent package and tight butt
to the younger girl. Mike felt completely humiliated at being
dominated by a girl, and a younger girl at that. His eyes welled
up with tears.

Once his underwear was off he dropped them on the floor next to
him and covered his genitals. Jenny stood over him, arms crossed
for a moment.

"You're a slow learner aren't you?" Jenny demanded pointing at
the boxers on the floor next to him and the rest of the clothes
strewn about the floor.

Mike quickly gathered all the clothes, folded them neatly, and
again presented them to Jenny.

Jenny took the pile of clothes from him and set them on the milk
crate. She picked up his boxers off the top of the pile, pinching
them with two fingers, and held them in front of mikes face. "You
think I'm going to wear these?" she said, swinging the boxers in
front of him.

Mike didn't know what to say. Suddenly Jenny was stuffing the
boxers in his mouth. Before Mike realized what was happening
Jenny had hit him on the side of the temple, knocking him off
balance. Jenny quickly tied his hands behind his back with a
piece of her dress. She then tied his ankles with more of her
dress. Rolling Mike over she stood with one foot on his chest,
hands on her hips, like Mike was some new land she had just
conquered.

Jenny slowly walked around Mike, examining her new slave, and
wondering what to do next. She looked to her mother, but her
mother was busy with Tim.

Tim stared trembling as his best friend was forced by the young
girl to strip completely naked. He thought of trying knock over
the woman and girl, grab his friend and make a run for it. But
with Mike completely naked he couldn't just run through the mall
like that. Next he thought maybe he could make a run for it
himself. Mike could take care of himself and his little brother
could just stay tied up over there.

Jenny's mom stepped over towards Tim. She grabbed him by his
shirt and lifted him to his feet, Mike realized now was the
chance to run and was just about to take off when he felt the
leather belt slip around his neck and the sharp yank backwards.

Tim landed with a thud on the hard cement and the wind was
knocked out of him. Then he realized he couldn't breathe. His
hands flew up to his neck and he tried to loosen the belt that
was restricting his airway.

"Are you going to wallow in you own filth or are you going to get
out of those wet clothes?" Jenny's mom asked the gasping boy,
"The belt isn't coming off until your clothes are."

Tim realized his situation was hopeless and quickly began
fumbling with the fly on his jeans. He managed to undo it with
much difficulty. He felt himself become dizzy from lack of air.
He struggled to undo his shoes and remove his socks. He quickly
pushed his pants and underwear down his legs and kicked them off.
He felt his vision begin to swim as he yanked his shirt off.
Jenny's mom let go of the belt just long enough for him get the
shirt over his head, then quickly tightened the noose down again.
Tim, now totally naked grabbed at the noose when he didn't feel
it loosen. Looking to Jenny's mom he saw her looking at the pile
of clothes on the floor. Mike lunged at them, and struggled to
fold them as his body became less and less responsive. He managed
to get the clothes folded just as he passed out.

Jenny watched her mother for a bit then decided to get back to
her own slave. She sat herself down on Mike's chest, making it
difficult for him to breathe. She took his small penis in his
hand and was amazed at how it stiffened at her touch. She
carefully rubbed it with her hands, letting his tension build.
She did this for a few minutes until she thought e was near
orgasm. The she quickly ran her fingernail down the length of his
shaft while using her other hand to firmly grab, squeeze and
twist his balls. Mike screamed through his gag and his penis
instantly went limp. Jenny rubbed on his penis to try and make it
stiff again but to no avail.

"If you won't get hard the easy way," Jenny said while walking
over and picking up the riding crop, "then we'll have to do it
the fun way."

She gave hs penis a light flick with the crop and saw him flinch
in pain. A harder hit to the same area and he tensed up. She gave
him a third hit and was rewarded with an agonized scream through
his gag and him arching his back.

Mike rolled over on his stomach to protect his balls and Jenny
was rewarded with the perfect opportunity to give him five quick
swats on his butt. Mike squirmed and writhed in the pain. Seeing
his bottom reminded Jenny of his treatment to Johnny earlier.

She walked over to Johnny, still secured to the scaffolding. She
pulled the ball gag out of his mouth and quickly gave him a kiss
on the lips. It was the first time Johnny had been kissed by a
girl and was speechless as the new feelings rushed over his body.
Jenny whispered in his ear to remain quiet then reached down
behind him and picked up the dildo Mike had dropped there
earlier.

Jenny looked at it as she walked back over to her slave,
examining the dildo as she moved. Dust and dirt had stuck to the
KY that covered it, giving the dildo a very grainy texture. She
knew this would make it all the worse for what she had in mind.
When she got back to Mike she put him in position. Mike allowed
her to tuck his knees under his chest, raising his bottom in the
air. He was thankful she wasn't hitting him and was completely
clueless as to what was to come.

Jenny walked around in front of Mike and showed him the dildo.
Mike began to shake with fear, realizing what was about to
happen.

"You were going to stick this in Johnny over there. It's probably
a good thing you didn't, and you're about to see why." Jenny
said.

She walked around behind Mike and quickly pushed the tip against
his sphincter before he had much chance to react. Mike did try to
keep the intrusion out but Jenny was determined to teach him a
lesson and applied more force while rotating the dildo. Mike, to
his horror felt his sphincter give way and the dildo begin to
enter.

"This would be easier if you relaxed," Jenny told him, "But I'm
having more fun doing it this way."

Mike tried to relax his muscles to allow it to enter but each
thrust of it caused him to reflexively tighten his muscles. Jenny
now had two inches of its length in and decided to show him some
real pain. She pulled the dildo back slightly and then gave a
quick, hard thrust. The dildo was in four inches now. Mike began
screaming when he felt this. Jenny felt herself becoming turned
on by this and remembered the dildo deep inside her pussy. Once
again she found herself wishing it still had battery life left,
desiring some release. She force two more inches of the dildo
into her slave and then another. Seven inches of it were imbedded
in the boys butt and his screams had subsided into sickly sobs,
barely audible through the gag.

Jenny pushed Mike over onto his back again and straddled his
stomach. Desiring some relief, she began rubbing her chastity
belt covered cunt on the boy's sore penis.

Jenny's mom watched her daughter whip Mike and then walk across
the room to the third boy, kiss him, and pick up the dildo. Jenny
found this unusual but couldn't think of it more as Tim began to
come around. She had removed the belt from his neck and had taken
the opportunity to use zip ties to secure the boy to another egg
crate she had found lying around.

When Tim woke up he found himself in a very unusual position. An
egg crate was positioned at the small of his back, his wrists
secured to either side of it, forcing his back into an
uncomfortable curve. His ankles were also zip-tied to the crate
so that they nearly touched his wrists. His knees dug into the
floor, causing still more pain. Tim found his front side was
completely exposed. He struggled to his upper body to get a look
around. His brother was still tied to the scaffolding, and the
girl was in the process of forcing the dildo into his friend's
backside. He didn't see the other lady and that's what scared
him.

He lowered his upper body again, his abdominal muscles tired from
the effort, and was surprised at a sharp pain on his back and a
burning sensation. He quickly raised himself back up and saw the
lady standing at his feet.

"That pain you felt is a small piece of plywood which I've driven
carpenter nails through. I took the opportunity to slip it under
you when you sat up. You'll find they're being heated by a
propane torch, it's amazing what you find lying around."

Tim felt the heat rising off the nails, and could picture the
nails glowing red hot, inches from his back. His abs were tiring
and he was struggling to remain up. After a few minutes his body
glistened with sweat from the effort and the heat. He saw the
lady was holding another propane torch in one hand and the other,
which was covered by a larger welders glove, had a flathead
screwdriver in it.

"Now what am I to do with you boys?"

Tim couldn't answer, the effort of staying upright causing his to
grit his teeth.

"I have an idea though, and you'll be well taken car of. Of
course I'm going to have some fun first, and make sure you know
that it was very wrong for you to come in here."

Tim watched in horror as she lit the torch and heated the
screwdriver until it was glowing. She held the glowing
screwdriver inches off his chest. He could feel the heat coming
off the tool and watched it in fear.

As it cooled and stopped glowing a feeling of relief rushed over
his body. This was the moment she had been waiting for and let
the screwdriver touch his chest. Although no longer glowing it
was still very hot. The pain caused Tim to move back, away from
it, forcing his back onto the hotter nails. He quickly pulled
himself back up, his abs beginning to cramp from the effort. He
watched her heat the screwdriver again and hover it over his
genitals. As it cooled and stopped glowing he knew what was
coming. The moment the hot screwdriver touched his genitals he
reflexively tried to sit up. This cruelly pulled his shoulders
painfully due to his bound wrists. He realized how helpless he
was and how important it was for him to maintain his position.
Again she reheated the screwdriver and held it over his nipples.
This time she didn't wait as long for it to cool when she touched
it to his chest.

Tim held steady as the screwdriver was brought down, holding his
position despite the pain. He saw the lad walk around and stand
between his legs. She kneeled down and began to insert the
screwdriver up his but. Although it wasn't too big, and its
recent heating's had left it not uncomfortably warm, Tim still
resisted the intrusion.

Once the screwdriver was deep in the boys ass she pulled a roll
of duct tape out and taped the boys small penis to the metal
shaft of the screwdriver that protruded form his ass. She used
still more tape to gag him. After ensuring the boys bonds were
still secure she looked at the torch she was still holding. And
idea occurred to her that, although cruel, and dangerous, would
teach the boy a lasting lesson. She turned the flame of the torch
down to the lowest setting and placed it near the handle of the
screwdriver.

She knew once the plastic handle had been heated enough it would
begin to melt, eventually allowing the flame to begin to heat the
metal shaft of the screwdriver and, as time progressed, heating
his penis and anus. She wondered how long it would take before
the heat would become too much for the boy. If the people she was
going to contact would get there in time to prevent serious
injury. She also wondered which would happen first, would the
boy's muscles give out, causing his to fall on the nails, or
would the people arrive. The boy was already struggling to
maintain the pose, obviously he didn't exercise nearly as much as
she made Jenny exercise. Jenny she knew could maintain that exact
pose for up to 8 hours without hitting muscle failure. Thinking
of her daughter she decided to see how she was doing.

Jenny wasn't able to feel anything through her chastity belt as
she ground her hips into Mike's crotch. Still she kept doing it
when she saw the rough leather of her chastity belt was rubbing
his genitals raw and the discomfort he was in. She was lost
watching the discomfort on the boys face as she continued her
thrusts, which had become even harder and faster out of her
frustration at not being able to get any feeling out of it.

A hand on Jenny's shoulder brought her out of her trance, and
looking up she saw her mom. She quickly dismounted her slave,
much to Mike's relief.

"You've done a great job so far Jenny but it's about time to wrap
things up, I just called the malemen to pick up some packages."

Jenny realized what her mom was saying, people who traded boys on
the slave market were going to be coming for them. Although her
mother would get paid a finders fee, she couldn't be around when
they came. The rules were that finders never met with the
traders.

She helped her mom lift Mike up to his feet. Jenny's mom double
checked the ties on the back of his hands, finding them secure
she looked with pride at Jenny.

Jenny and her mother secured Mike to the scaffolding by slipping
a zip-tie through a hole in the scaffolding and securing it
loosely around his neck. It was just high enough that he was
forced to stand perfectly straight up and rise up slightly on his
toes. Jenny's mom removed the dildo from his ass and wiped it off
on Tim's shirt. Jenny got another quick idea and secured his
elbows together behind his back with another zip-tie.

Jenny's mom looked at her daughter with pride. Her training had
taught her well and Mike was clearly in discomfort. Jenny's mom
then looked over at the third boy. She'd need to get her
handcuffs back from him, she couldn't leave any of her personal
items behind. She walked over to the young boy. He looked up at
her fearfully. She noticed his little penis was still stiff.

"Ma'm, I'm sorry for my brother," he said as his eyes looked
downward. "Please don't hurt us."

Jenny, seeing her mom talking to Johnny, walked over to accompany
her. She had nearly forgotten about Johnny when her mom mentioned
the malemen. She couldn't let this young boy go to them, he
hadn't done anything wrong. Nervous not to displease her mother
she asked to speak with her privately.

"What is it?" Jenny's mom asked, a trace of annoyance in her
voice.

"Mother, he didn't do anything wrong, the other two boys tied him
there and, even though he saw me first he didn't reveal where I
was."

Jenny's mother considered the situation. The boy, whether it was
because of his brother's torments, or what he had witnessed here,
was very submissive. And the fact that, even though his brother
had tortured him, he was willing to ask that he not be hurt
showed he was very submissive. And of course she couldn't let his
attempt to protect her daughter be rewarded by selling him into
slavery. Jenny's mom made a decision.

******

Jenny looked at the boy next to her. He sure was cute, his little
cherub face and the hint of baby still on his body. He was about
the age she was when her bondage training had started and she
could just imagine all the things that could be done to him if he
were to be trained a similar way.

Of course her mother had to decide what to do with him. Jenny had
managed to keep him from having to go with the malemen. Her
mother had agreed to take him home with them while she thought
about other options. It was a risky move, asking her mother to
bring a stranger into the house, but she felt it was worth the
risk. She was really beginning to like the boy.

Jenny rolled the string she was holding between her fingers, at
the other end of the string was the noose the older boys had
attached to Johnny's tiny penis earlier, Jenny's mom had left
that in place so Jenny could keep him from running off. He had
his pants and shoes back on and looked like nothing had ever
happened except for his cheeks bulging out. Mother had stuffed
his underpants in his mouth to keep him silent, just as a safety
precaution. Jenny didn't think he'd try anything, he seemed happy
to just be standing there next to her.

Jenny adjusted the clothes she was wearing and looked over her
shoulders at the other two boys. They appeared to be suffering
greatly but deserved it after what they had done to Jenny and
Johnny. She adjusted the backpack she once again wore, all the
toys and weights had been put back into it and waited patiently
for her mother.

Rather than try and walk with Johnny through the mall and risk
being taped on a security camera Jenny's mom was going to pull
the van next to the new entrance that wasn't yet finished. She
had noticed earlier that there were no cameras yet in this wing
so she could get her daughter and the other boy out without
evidence.

She sighed as she stopped the van at the nearest spot to the
doors and scanned the parking lot as she calmly walked up to the
doors, jimmied the lock and walked to the room the children where
in. Why was she taking this risk? She could have left the little
one to the malemen, made quite a bit more money and never have
thought of him again. But her daughter had seemed insistent that
she couldn't let this happen and there was something in Jenny's
voice that had convinced her to take him. Maybe she was becoming
soft. For the last two, nearly three years she had completely
controlled her daughter and Jenny had been a nearly perfect
slave. Two years ago if Jenny had made such a request she would
have been flogged severely, but she had gone through a lot of
training since then and if it was important enough for her
daughter to take such a risk then it was important enough for her
to take a risk. She entered the room and beckoned for the
children to follow her.

******

It was all very surreal to the young boy this morning he had
begged his mom go to the mall with his big brother and now he was
in the back of this strangers van as it left the mall parking
lot. Why had he agreed to go with them? He certainly didn't have
to worry about his brother constantly tormenting him, he seemed
to have learned his lesson back in the mall and the lady said
some people were taking him away, never to be seen again. What
about his mom? Would she call the police? Johnny doubted it, his
mom hadn't cared too much about anything when she was drunk, and
she had been drinking constantly after his dad left six months
ago. He looked at the girl sitting next to him, Jenny her name
was, she was the only person who had seemed to care about him
lately and he cared for her. Although her mom seemed mean she
obviously cared for Jenny very much and maybe she'd care for him
the same way.

Johnny looked at Jenny who was sitting next to him in the van. To
Johnny she was the prettiest thing imaginable. He looked at the
string coming out of his pants, she was still holding it, he knew
she had complete control over him through that string but really
she had had complete control since that kiss in the room.

Jenny adjusted the ill fitting clothes again and sighed, she saw
out of the corner of her eye that Johnny was looking at her. She
gave a playful light tug on the string and heard Johnny grunt.
She turned to smile at him.

Johnny felt the tug on the string and grunted at the increased
pressure but then he saw her smiling at him and all the
discomfort was forgotten. She leaned forward a little and the
shirt that was too large gave Johnny a perfect view of her
nipples. His little penis became hard. As she reached over and
started to undo his pants it became even harder still.

Jenny undid the little boy's pants and pulled his erect tiny
penis out. She gently stroked it as the boy closed his eyes and
tilted his head back, enjoying the feelings. Jenny stopped and
Johnny opened his eyes to see why Jenny was still smiling at him
as she pulled off the ill fitting clothes. Johnny watched,
entranced as she stripped down to nothing but the leather thing
she wore like underwear. Johnny staring at her chastity belt,
amazed at the locks on each side that kept her from getting out
of it. Johnny felt Jenny start to lift his shirt off and he made
no attempt to stop her. Once his shirt was off she looked down at
his pants. She had already seen him naked down there so without
hesitation Johnny slipped off his shoes and pants, not waiting
for a prompt from the girl.

Jenny's mom looked at the children in the rearview mirror,
thankful the vans windows were tinted to passing motorists
couldn't see in. It was at least an hour before they'd be home
and she planned to take a longer way home to be sure the boy
wouldn't know where they lived. She expected them to start
playing on the way home and figured as long as the boy had no
clothes on there was little chance of him trying to escape.

Jenny sat on her knees on the floor of the van and spread
Johnny's legs. He gasped through the underwear that were still in
his mouth as Jenny's tongue expertly massaged his small prick. He
closed his eyes and basked in the pleasure as she took his entire
member into his mouth and expertly sucked on it. Johnny had never
felt anything like this. A tension was building in him, and was
just about to burst out when Jenny stopped, he looked down at the
girl, pleading with his eyes for relief, she smiled at him and
started again. Again he felt the tension building, nearly
bubbling over, he humped his hip at her mouth instinctively, the
feelings building and building. He felt like he was on the edge
of something great. He was almost there he knew it and then she
stopped. He cried in frustration and tried to push Jenny's head
back down onto his crotch. The moment he did this he felt a quick
sharp pull on the noose. He quickly let go of her, placing his
hands on his crotch from the pain.

Jenny glared at the boy, the smile gone off her face. He could
feel pleasure but he'd feel it on her terms, trying to push her
back down was a big mistake. She climbed onto the van seat,
straddling the little boys lap, putting her nipples at the same
height as his mouth. Johnny was confused at first but then she
touched one of her nipples to is lips and he understood. He
gently licked her left nipple then took it into his mouth and
began lightly sucking on it. His hand instinctively began
kneading and massaging her right breast. She pulled back and he
stopped, moving her right breast over his mouth he began to
orally work on her other breast while massaging the left one.
After having him switch between her breasts for almost 30 minutes
his mouth was sore but when she moved away from him she saw a
smile on her face. He was happy to have pleased her and was even
happier when she got back on her knees in front of him. He spread
his legs to allow her access and was once again thrust into bliss
by her talented mouth. He watched her this time, watched as her
mouth gently caressed his prick, enjoying the feeling of her
running her tongue over his glans, wrapping it around his shaft.
When she pulled back again before he came he obediently watched
her and didn't make any effort to keep her going. Finally she
went back down and sucked again. This time she kept going, she
built him up to the tipping point and used her skilled mouth to
bring him right over it.

Johnny was awash with a feeling he had never experienced before.
It was the greatest thing he had ever felt. He writhed and moaned
through his gag at the pleasure. As he came down from his very
first ever orgasm he was disappointed, he wanted it to go on
forever and tried to will his penis, which was quickly becoming
limp to get hard again.

Jenny rose off her knees to kiss the little boy, knowing this was
probably his first orgasm and how special it would always be in
his memory. As she leaned over him to kiss him Johnny put his
arms around the girl and they embraced in a passionate kiss. AS
the two kissed Johnny felt himself become hard again. Jenny
pulled away and looked down at the little boy's penis, amazed at
how quickly he recovered. She was about to go back down to suck
him off when the command came from the front seat.

"Jenny, blindfold him." She commanded.

Johnny's heart raced as Jenny picked up his shirt and tied it
around his head. Johnny was thrust into darkness, the he felt
Jenny's touch. Jenny was lightly playing with his prick, sending
shivers of pleasure through his young frame. Johnny was almost
completely oblivious to the outside world as Jenny continued to
play with him. He vaguely felt the van go over a bump and travel
up a slight incline, vaguely heard a garage door closing. Then
Jenny stopped and he felt himself being helped out of the van and
into a house.

Jenny watched as her mother escorted Johnny into the hose and
down the stairs into the basement. Jenny knew what was down there
and wondered if any of the items in the dungeon would be used on
Johnny. When her mom came back up a few minutes later, alone,
Jenny knew Johnny would be staying down there until her mother
made up her mind. Jenny tried to push her new friend from her
mind as she went about performing her duties. Even though it had
been a long day Jenny was still a slave and had much to be done
before her parents would chain her to her bed that night.