Jenny The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly

Jenny, the Good, the Bad and the Ugly

When she awoke the next day Jenny ached over her entire body. Her inner thighs were badly chaffed from rubbing on the machine. Herr pussy lips and clitoris were swollen and throbbing. This actually had her somewhat turned on even in her pain. Her anus burned, her arms, legs and torso muscles all ached and felt like they had run a marathon or something. Her breasts were somewhat bruised and her nipples swollen. She stumbled to the bathroom to pee and grab both Ibuprofen and naproxen sodium.
On the toilet she saw small amounts of blood on her panties, even though she was on birth control and in the middle of her cycle. Also, her rectum expelled some fluid and the toilet paper also had flecks of blood. She searched and found some old panty shields. She walked a little like a penguin into the kitchen to start the coffee and back to the bathroom. She searched and found a salve for the chaffing, some hemorrhoid cream for her bottom, cream for her labia and clit, and Aspercreme for most of her body.
She finished one cup and then another before she felt better. The little alcohol in the second helped. Her swollen labia and clit, and sensitive nipples, were keeping her turned on to some degree, and they also reminded her of last night. Once the pain killers kicked in she started a long bath. It stung her chaffed thighs, but soon the warm soapy water began to loosen her tortured muscles. As she dried herself and wrapped up in a long terry cloth robe, she realized she was famished, for she had eaten nothing since a few snacks last night. She decided to just order a pizza.
When the delivery boy came, she fumbled to find cash. In the process she gave him more of a tip than just cash. One boob sort of got exposed, and as she turned her robe flopped open flashing the young man. He almost said something, but thought better of it. After pizza and a couple glasses of wine Jenny was feeling almost human. Then she remembered the grading she had to do by Monday. She spent several evening hours at it, but when she came to the X-rated ones she had a problem They were turning her on. She very gently worked her clitoris and pussy with the vibrator until she came, then wrote again “Material inappropriate, but writing excellent, A+”.
More wine and pain killers and she slept fairly solidly except for several trips to pee, thanks to the wine. In the morning she was still pretty sore and the bruises on her breasts were turning purple, but she felt almost human. She finished the pizza for breakfast.
In the early afternoon Marsha and David called. “We heard about Friday night,” Marsha began. “Are you alright?” She assured her she was. David came on and asked “Did you want to perform that night? Were you forced, or did you enjoy it?” She explained that she had a chance to refuse, but she thoroughly enjoyed it, especially remembering it. “If you have and serious repercussions or problems, please let me know. I will provide any legal services pro bono.”
Marsha came back on and revealed the second reason for the call. “We are having a holiday party next Saturday night and would like you to come. This is not a D/s gathering, but just a get together for a lot of our friends. There will lawyers, doctors, professional, and probably too many local politicians. All people we have worked with, or sometimes against.” Jenny started to say she did not have anything to wear to such a party, but Marsha stopped her. “I can take care of that, dear. If you are free, let’s see, Wednesday we can go find something for you. Say 3 0’clock?” They agreed they would meet at 3 at a fancy boutique downtown.
Jenny felt like a teenager going to her first prom. Marsha helped her pick out a dark blue, sleeveless satin dress, low cut in front but plunging almost to her waist in the back. It was only held together by two thin straps at neck and mid back. Marsha also told her about the New Year’s Eve party and suggested a bright red silk blouse to go with her black skirt, as there was a football game that night. Marsha also brought a small jewelry case and chose a necklace composed of a large aquamarine surrounded by diamonds on a gold chain and matching earrings. Jenny was in awe. She had never had anything that expensive. “You can’t keep these,” Marsha laughed. “They are just a loan, but get them back whenever you can. They also made a date for Friday to go get their hair and nails done. This would be the first time Jenny had been to a beauty parlor since her college Junior prom.
On Saturday Jenny was as nervous as a high school girl. Her little Toyota Corolla looked so out of place next to the limousines, Cadillacs, Mercedes and BMW’s. The parking assistants tool her car, and one walked her to the door, it was so slippery. David and Marsh greeted her with big hugs, a servant took her coat. Marsha gave her a kiss on the cheek. Marsha led her into the main hall and introduced her to a striking man with white hair and his blonde wife. “Daniel, Catherine, this is Jenny. She is a high school teacher at Central High.” Daniel gave her a firm handshake. “And Daniel Forbes and wis wife Fran Robinson. David is the Federal judge in this district and Fran is a lawyer with a local firm.” Both Daniel and Fran seemed to be very much in-control people, but there was something familiar about Daniel. They made small talk about high school, etc. before they introduced her to another couple and showed her to the bar. Jenny got a wine and was introduced to Robert Foster and his wife Nancy. Robert was a county commissioner who she had heard of before and Nancy was a law clerk for the prosecutor’s office.
As she sipped her wine, she was introduced to a politician who was running for the state house, and then a Baptist minister, Jody Hiram and his wife Alice. He was very much of an in-your-face sort of talker but Alice was a shrinking violet if there ever was one. As introductions continued something began to click. A number of these people had been at the gathering after her performance. Judge Daniel and Fran, Pastor Hiram, and Robert for sure. Even though they had masks on then she was sure they were there.
She met a lot of other people including Kitty, a member of the school board and her wife. The wife was obviously the dominant one. “I really hope we can get the county to give teachers a good raise this year,” Kitty promised. They had to have been at the after party, or at least the dominant wife was for her short hair was a giveaway.
Finally, in the outer room she was introduced to a Dr. Alexander Bates and his wife Sarah, a nurse practitioner. It clicked. They had been treating Chloe. They took Jenny aside and said that if she ever had any medical concerns, she did not want to discuss with her doctor they were available. She said she did not have a regular doctor. “Well,” began Dr. Bates, “we would be glad to see you, and whispering for the members of this group free of charge.” They gave her their business cards. “We are going out of town to Mexico for a few weeks. Give our office a call after the first week in January and tell them you are a close friend of ours because we are not taking on any new patience.”
The night continued, meeting a lot of new people including several college professors and one college Vice President (although Jenny thought he was more president of vice). Also, a Catholic priest a banker or two, a couple of other teachers, and a number of other professionals. Jenny figured that at least a third had been at the after party, and probably more were members of the society. She felt her head spinning a little, so backed off the alcohol but others did not. Some started to leave about 10, and the remainder were losing some inhibitions. The Baptist minister cornered her in a side room without his wife. He was obviously a little drunk.
He began by interrogating her about her religious experience. She told him about her upbringing, falling away, and the church she was attending occasionally (a very liberal PCUS). He invited her to “Join my flock,” as he put it. He placed a hand on her shoulder, but it was a very hard grasp. He was saying something about her need for some redemption. His thumb pressed hard against the side of her neck, and she began to feel a little light headed. He stopped and again said she should consider visiting. Suddenly her brain went back to c***dhood and Healing Revivals. At the end, those wanting healing came forward. The minister would pray over them as they stood with arms raised over their head. He would place hands on their shoulders and sometimes shake them a little. Suddenly their arms would fall and they passed out. He sometime shoved them backwards to be caught by two men waiting for this. Sometimes their legs gave out first and the two men would drag them to the recovery area as the revivalist screamed “Thank you Jesus!” Now she understood.
The School Board member and her wife asked her about her experiences with other women. She explained she had limited real life experience, but was open to more in the right circumstances. They offered to introduce her to some of their friends.
The federal judge and his wife warned her a little of current investigations concerning the D/s and BDSM communities. His wife said they should get together sometime, giving Jenny a big hug and a rather passionate kiss when no one was looking.
One surprise was the Catholic Priest. He talked extensively about their battered and abused women’s shelter and how they always needed volunteers to assist the nuns and staff. I described a couple of cases and Jenny realized he fully recognized the presence of the D/s community and its possible consequences.
Finally, Jenny started to leave. David and Marsha offered to call her an Uber but she assured them she had not been drinking for a while. The valets were also most solicitous, and still appreciative of her cleavage.
At home, she reflected on a very enjoyable night and all of the big wigs she had met. She never realized that the D/s, BDSM and LGBTQ culture was so prevalent in the highest part of society.
She slept soundly and woke up with the sun, but it was near the winter solstice. A real cold snap was predicted so she had to bring in plants from her patio and secure anything that might blow around. She put in a butt plug and the remote controlled vibrator, on low, just to make it interesting. Her back was to the gate when suddenly a voice called, “Good Morning Ms. Thompson,” She whirled around to see the black man who had visited her before, already in her patio. “Any car work needed? Tune up, oil change, alignment?”
Jenny was surprised and mad that her fantasies driven by her toys were interrupted. “Get out of my yard!” she snapped. He backed off and under her breath, but loud enough to be heard, she said “God damn ****er!” That was a mistake.
That afternoon the management of the complex had a BYOB party in the gathering room. There were plenty of snacks so Jenny took a bottle of wine and made diner of it. She stuck out in the crowd. The vast majority were black or Hispanic. There were also a number of single women, many of them single mothers. Most of the poor college students had gone home already, so Jenny was nearly the only blonde young women.
It was dark when Jenny returned. As she headed for the bedroom she smelled an unfamiliar odor, like a motor oil or something. As she turned on the light two men jumped her. They tackled her to the ground. She tried to fight but one struck a fierce blow to her stomach knocking the wind out. A second to her jaw knocked her sideways. The two men were on top of her when a woman came out of the bathroom with an autoinjector and smashed into the Jenny’s thigh. She continued to try and struggle but as she tried to roll over the woman kicked her in the stomach and then right in the crotch. Now she was feeling very woozy and in just another minute or so she was partially out. For a few minutes she was slightly conscious but paralyzed.
The three got up and started to strip her to her underwear. They took a throw rug from the living room and wrapped her in it like a mummy. They two men made sure no one was in sight and then carried the bundle to an old beat-up work van. They drove off with the bundle still u*********s in the back. Meanwhile the woman put on Jenny’s clothes, a heavy coat and hat and proceeded to the parking garage with Jenny’s keys. Soon she was following the van out of downtown to an industrial part of town, full of warehouse, auto repair shops, and a few old trailer parks. The van and car pulled into bays of an old warehouse converted to a repair shop.
As Jenny began to come to, she was hanging from a mechanical lift by her wrists. With the world still spinning, she realized she was naked except for her panties. Slowly she groaned and began to regain consciousness. Her muscles still did not work and she struggled to stand and take some strain off her shoulders that were already screaming. There were two bare light bulbs hanging from the ceiling in the dark, interior room. “Help, Help,” she screamed, “anybody help!” Her screams were answered with silence.
Slowly, a steel door opened. Two black men came in wearing ski masks and oil-stained blue coveralls. They were followed by a woman wearing a similar ski mask, latex skirt, high black boots and a tight top. “Let me, go please. What do you want from me anyway?” Jenny began to panic as they came toward her. One of the men laughed, “We want you honkey bitch!” The woman smacked Jenney’s breasts. “A little saggy and soft,” she commented. She found a couple of strips of old inner tube. He grabbed Jenny’s breast and gave it a twist and pull. She wrapped the rubber strip around it and pulled it tight until the mound began to look like a balloon. She repeated with the other. The woman got right in her face, reached beneath Jenny’s panties and stuck a finger into her pussy. “She is too dry,” the woman laughed. “We need to warm her up.”
The two men grabbed two long, oil and grease covered black hoses. One in front and one in back they began to whip Jenny with them. “Ow, ow, no stop, please, PLEASE, STOP!” But they did not stop. The one in back started just below her neck and worked down. The one in front started with her lower thighs and worked up. For many minutes they whipped her back, rump, legs, thighs, and on up until the hose was smashing into her ballooning breasts.. Finally, each hit one powerful blow between her legs. She screamed as if she was being killed, and slumped in her bonds as her knees failed her.
The woman came forward, pulled down Jenny’s panties and roughly pushed three fingers deep inside her. “Looks like she’s wet now!” the woman exclaimed and wiped her hand on Jenny’s face. She stuck her fingers back in, wiggled the around a little and then stuck them in the poor girl’s mouth. “Taste your cunt, butch! You like this shit, don’t you slut!” She laughed right in Jenny’s face as she grabbed both nipples and twisted them. “I think she needs a nice massage,” the woman cackled.
She grabbed an open can of motor oil and began to poor it over Jenny’s head, down her breasts, rubbing it all over her body. She took a handful and rubbed it on Jenny’s pussy, sticking some deep inside. The men joined in rubbing motor oil over her thighs, pocking fingers in her pussy at will. The oil stunk but actually felt pretty good on her bruised skin.
The woman came close, spit in Jenny’s face, then forced her tongue into the poor girl’s mouth. Sliding two fingers up her pussy she announced “She is one hot honky bitch now!” She went around behind Jenny and grabbed a grease gun. One of the men grabbed a pair of Vice Grips, grabbed Jenny’s nipple and squeezed she screamed when at the same time she felt the grease fun nozzle slide up her anus. The man locked the pliers and twisted. Jenny screamed like a wounded a****l and the thick grease shot into her colon. The man repeated the trick on her other nipple. “Maybe I will just rip them off you fucking too-god-for-a-black-man slut!”
The woman came around front, shoved three fingers up Jenny as the men continued to torture her nipples. She started forcibly fucking Jenny with her hand, hitting the G-spot and rubbing her clit with the other hand. “The bitch is going to come for me,” she announced, “or else.” It did not take long until Jenny shock with her first orgasm the woman slowed down only to start again as now two pairs of pliers tortured Jenny’s tits. Finally, she gave a strangled cry, let loose a flood from her pussy, and collapsed.
All three laughed, stepped back and grabbed a beer from the refrigerator. They watched as Jenny began to arouse and now pee started running down her leg and soaking her panties that were now below her knees. The woman laughed, pulled of the panties, and stuck them in Jenny’s mouth. The oil and urine-stained panties made her gag. All three sat back drinking their beer.
“Time for act two?” the woman asked. The electric winch whirled and Jenny was lowered, but too weak to stand. The men lifted her up and temporarily laid her on the oil and now urine-covered floor while they wheeled out a heavy metal table, covered with oil and grease, that was obviously designed to support heavy items. They flipped to girl on her stomach and secured her hands behind her with duct tape, wiping her breasts in the grease, oil and urine in the process.
They laid her on her back, hips to shoulders on the table, and began to tie her knees to the table legs, forcing her thighs apart. One man found an old bike tire tube, looped it around a car tire rim, and hung it around Jenny’s neck. It pulled her head down on the far side of the table. Fortunately, the tire rim sat on the edge on the floor or she could have strangled.
The woman started shoving her hand alternatively in Jenny’s pussy and mouth and the smell of oil, grease, urine, mixed with her juices, almost made her gag. The men had removed the coveralls and were naked. The first approached Jenny’s face and replaced her soiled panties with his cock, pushing it deep down her throat. She was unprepared and gagged a bit, stuff running down her face. His cock was certainly not clean, and tasted of stale urine, cum, oil and Jenny’s own juices. She came to a little and managed to take most of his cock without spewing any more.
When he was totally hard, he moved around and with one thrust shoved his cock balls-deep into her wet pussy. She squealed a little like a stuck pig, but her cries were soon silenced by the second cock which was dirtier than the first. When he was rock hard, he replaced the first in Jenny’s pussy. The woman now squatted over the blonde’s face and lowered her large, fleshy pussy over her nose and mouth. Jenny could barely breath, and the smell of the woman’s rear end was sickening. “Lick it, honky bitch!” she demanded. Licking her clit and pussy made her move a little to shove the large clitoris fully into helpless woman’s mouth, which made it easier to breath.
The men alternated fucking Jenny, getting closer and closer. The woman cutting off most of her breath brought on her next, rather powerful orgasm, but it was not the last. When the first man started to spew his huge load deep inside, her pussy erupted with a small flood. The second man also deposited his load, as the first made Jenny clean his oily, stinking cock. When both were clean the men lit cigarettes while the woman took an empty beer bottle and shoved it up Jenny’s broken pussy.
In a little while the woman said, “Ready for round three boys?” They turned Jenny over, smashing her now purple tits on the oily table. They taped her legs to the table and hung the tire rim from her neck, the woman took another empty beer bottle and started pushing it up Jenny’s greased rectum. The girl came to a little and screamed n pain as it spread her seldom used rear. She worked it up and down, while one of the men got hard again in Jenny’s mouth. He then replaced the beer bottle in her rear. Since the bottle had loosened things up, he went balls deep by the second thrust and starting fucking Jenny’s back door. Her screams were silenced by the second cock getting hard in her throat.
Since both had already come once this second fucking took a long time. When the second load finally shot into the helpless girl’s rectum, she was nearly comatose, but had at least two or more orgasms in the process. Cum, grease, and a yellowish fluid poured out.
Fortunately, Jenny was nearly u*********s for the last humiliating act, for all three needed to pee after their second beer. The sprayed Jenny from hair to thigh, the woman especially enjoying peeing on her face.
Jenny was nearly totally out of it by this time. The three had dressed and the woman brought out her medical bag, for she was an RN. She took out a vile, drew a syringe full, and stuck it in Jenny’s upper arm. She patted her tortured ass and said “Sweet dreams cupcake.” The last thing Jenny remembered was cold water being sprayed over her body.
It was about four in the morning when the van pulled up to the loading dock. The two men carried the carpet roll to Jenny’s apartment sprawled her out on the bed and put the carpet back. The woman arrived wearing Jenny’s clothes, coat and hat again and put Jenny’s keys and iphone in the appropriate spot. After a few more things all three left. The men returned directly but the woman threw Jenny’s clothes in the hamper and slipped out the back way. As they drove off the woman said “If the little bitch calls the police the surveillance cameras and GPS of her phone and car will make it look like she drove to and from our little rendezvous intentionally.” All three laughed.