Even after he had cheated in the hunt, she had still been hopeful and was looking forward to an exciting week. She had been completely giving of herself during the first two days of captivity. She enthusiastically and energetically made love with him and was enjoying bringing him pleasure. Since that time, however, things had rapidly deteriorated. She had been humiliated with the awful enemas, raped anally, and raped repeatedly by dogs. Now it appeared that she was going to be maimed.
She tried to reason with him but he had his mind set. He marched her naked into the shop and handed her over to the proprietor. "The ones I picked out," he told Sal. "Just the nipples this time.'
Sal turned out to be a greasy looking fat male of some sort of Mediterranean descent; Italian, she assumed. He put his hand on her shoulder and guided her toward what looked like a cross between a barber chair and an ob/gyn table. Her feet were secured into the stirrups before her wrists were unbound. Then, her arms were strapped to the arms of the chair. A leather band crossed her chest just above the breasts. Another one secured her to the chair at her waist. She was completely immobilized.
"Payment as we agreed?" asked Sal with a hopeful expression on his face.
"Of course," replied Hal. "I'm an honorable man." Janice wanted to scream at that statement. He was proving to be anything but honorable. She did not know what the payment agreement was but she figured it out soon enough. Sal dropped his pants and plugged her sex with his cock. It was obvious that she was paying for the pierced nipples with her own body. She was at least able to take some solace in the fact that, unbeknownst to Sal, his cock was swimming in dog sperm. He grunted a few times and then climaxed. At least he was fast, thought Janice.
The defacement of her body happened quickly. Sal placed special clamps on her breasts just behind the areolae which squeezed the tips of her breasts vertically. He took what looked like a leather punch and punched a hole in one nipple and then the other, inserting gold studs into each hole. She screamed as each hole was made. Once the studs were in, she whimpered as she looked down and saw the gold knobs on either side of her tender nipples. Her chest burned with pain as she was helped out of the chair.
"You sure have beautiful slaves, Hal," said Sal. "Bring me all you got."
Hal gave Janice another chance to sign the documents when they got home. She refused and things went even further downhill after that.
Chapter 20
The remainder of the week was a living hell. Hal had somehow convinced himself that his plan would work and, when it didn't, he became furious. He abused Janice horribly. He also started drinking heavily.
The one bright spot of the drinking was that Hal passed out on Thursday night before he had a chance to lock Janice into her cage for the night. Janice took advantage of the opportunity to call Jill.
"Hide Charity," she told Jill. "Get her as far away from here as you can." Janice described what had happened so far and Jill was horrified. She knew that Hal could be slimy but he had never stooped this low. She promised to protect Janice's precious slavegirl.
Thursday and Friday were a blur of pain for Janice. She was whipped multiple times and in every conceivable way. Her back and bottom and thighs felt the sting of the lash. Her breasts were whipped and her freshly pierced nipples caused her to howl in pain. Her sex was whipped, causing her to howl again. It wasn't until he caned the souls of her feet that she screeched like a banshee, though. She had no idea that feet could be so abused but she had never felt such intense pain.
The cattle prod was also a constant companion, especially on Friday. All day Friday, he kept telling her that he was looking forward to using the cruel instrument on "sweet Charity." He had a maniacal look in his eyes as he pressed the tip to her vulnerable flesh over and over again. And when he inserted the cruel wand into her sex and blasted her with it, she shrieked until she passed out. When she awoke, it was still in her sex and he was still grinning maniacally. She knew at that point that she would have broken if she had not already ensured Charity's safety. But Charity was safe and that gave her the courage to endure.
The hot wax was almost like a vacation after the cattle prod and the whips. It hurt and it burned but it was nothing compared to the other pain that she had suffered.
Finally, Saturday morning arrived and Hal prepared Janice to return home. She would wear the little outfit that she created during the hunt a week earlier. Charity was to drive the car to Hal's and deliver herself. Janice would take the car home and wait for Charity to be returned to her a week later.
Hal kept going to the window every time he heard a car but would return to the scantily clad and kneeling Janice each time after he realized that it was not Charity. Finally, Janice spoke up.
"She's not coming."
"What do you mean?" asked a stunned Hal.
"I have hidden her. She will not be coming."
"You did WHAT!?!?!?!?" raged Hal. "She's MINE!!!"
"She is not coming. I had her hidden. And if you ever come near her again, I will have you arrested if I don't kill you first."
Hal broke into a fit of rage. He picked up a lamp and smashed it to the floor. He grabbed a bookshelf and tore it off the wall, sending the contents scattering on the floor. Then he approached Janice and swung his arm, catching the side of her face with the back of his hand, making her see stars. She crumpled to the floor. He was furious. He kicked her in the ribs and then again in the stomach. Then he stopped.
"Oh my god!" he uttered. "What have I done?"
Janice slowly got to her feet. Hal's blow had split her lip and she wiped the blood off with the back of her hand. She just glared at him silently.
Hal realized that he had lost it. He should have seen it earlier but he got sucked into the ‘game.' He had wanted to be with this woman forever. Now, he had driven her away. "I am so sorry," he said.
"Stay away from Charity," she said again, "or I will kill you."
"I will. I will." Hal gave Janice clothes to wear and then drove her home. He agreed to release Emily and Jill and her husband in exchange for Janice not pressing charges.
All of a sudden, Janice had four slaves. She adored Jill and her husband. She did not know Emily well but she seemed like a lovely girl, too. But she deeply loved Charity and she loved owning her niece. She did not want to risk that relationship by spreading her time over so many slaves.
The first thing that she did was to meet with Jill. Jill was kneeling at her new mistress' feet a week after the incident with Hal. "I'm giving you back your freedom, little one," said Janice as she cradled Jill's full breasts in her palms. She slowly worked the thumbs across the silky flesh and knew that she was missing an opportunity to enjoy this delightful creature. She also knew that Charity would miss having Jill as a playmate. "And your husband. The two of you were trapped by an evil man. You never should have been enslaved in the first place."
"Really, Mistress?" asked Jill with tears in her eyes.