3 comments/ 145311 views/ 9 favorites Jenny on the Rack By: FyodorKaramazov99 Fear and anger were waging war within Jenny. At first, finding herself bound naked and helpless had filled her with real dread. But now that the blindfold had been taken away and she began to sense her surroundings, and saw her captor, she felt some rage building, but it was a rage of helplessness. "I can sense your anger, Jenny. But it is a wasted emotion. At this moment, there is no possibility of exorcising it. Your fate is in my hands, for the moment, and I think for a number of moments yet to come. However, you do have some considerable control over your own fate." Jenny wasn't able to respond because of the ball gag in her mouth. She was constrained on a kind of rack that had her bent forward with her hands secured slightly over and behind her head and extended in front of her, stretching her a bit. It left her very large breasts pendant in all their splendor. She was endowed in a way that most women would kill for. She was a petite frame woman with D cup breasts that had not had time to sag, since she was only 19. And her waist was barely more than her age, but it flared in that truly delicious way that some black women developed. Her buttocks were over pronounced almost to the point of being excessive, but not quite. And her legs were toned in an almost athletic way, although Jenny didn't exercise except on the dance floor, because her large breasts bounced excessively, causing her some embarrassment. Her current nakedness was broken only by a pair of stiletto heels, that, had she been standing would have pushed out her ass even further and exaggerate her large breasts. Her knees were tightly bound, with a small space between them, and her waist was cinched to create an arch to her back. All in all, a position in which she was helpless and prepared for anything a man might want to inflict from the rear. And her captor clearly had every intention of doing just that. "Jenny, there are two clear options available to you. The first, and the worst, is for you to resist everything that I do. Because I am a man that loves to use a leather strap on a girl's naked ass. I like the sound, the sight, and the result. And I also like to use a rubber dog whip that is even more painful. I can use a cane or a riding crop to good purpose, as well. And I enjoy it. I crave it a great deal. And, as you can imagine, it stimulates me to sexual action oriented to a girl's rear end. I enjoy thrusting my cock right up her ass. And herein lies your problem. For each act of resistance or disobedience, I will add 20 strokes of the strap to your daily dose. And it doubles as we go along. So a bad day for you could lead to a significant session with the strap. And I add a day to your sentence here in my punishment room. However, option 2, which you should choose, rewards you for obedience. By complying with my wishes, I provide you with extra comforts, I reduce your punishment sessions, even to the point of giving you days with no strapping. You get better food, and much more freedom. And the sex is no worse. I'll still require you to suck me, and offer your lovely ass for regular fucking, but I will take more time and try to reduce the pain. So you see, there is much to be gained with this second option. But for now, you need to feel the reason for choosing it." Then, he applied the strap to her extended ass with an artistic flourish. It cracked as only a strap can when sharply applied to a tight young female ass. Jenny jerked within the limits of her tight bondage, and screamed into the gag. Her head tried to turn to her tormentor, but her arms partly blocked the view. He was taking his time admiring her lovely figure. The strapping was firm, but not brutal. He was warming her up to what would undoubtedly come next. Jenny was feeling the searing heat spread across her backside. The rage had faded with the first couple of strokes. "You are truly the most magnificently built young women I have ever beaten, Jenny. Lovely beyond believing, in a way." He followed that with four rapid strokes placed high and low on alternate buttocks. She was whimpering, now. Tears filled her eyes as the reality of her situation overrode all other emotions. He paused and gently wiped a tear away. "Would you like another 10 or so, or are you ready to take my cock?" Jenny wanted to answer but couldn't. He removed the gag. Her head sagged. He knelt in front of her. "Well, Jenny? What's your answer?" She didn't say anything, but continued to sob. "Well, then, it's the strap." "No!" She pleaded. "Then tell me what you are willing to do. Tell in the terms I want to hear." "I don't know what you mean." "Oh, but you do, Jenny. I just told you what I want to hear." He delivered two stinging slaps across her blazing ass. "I'm . . . I'm ready to take your cock." She managed to get out. "Where, Jenny? I need you to tell me where." "I'm ready to take you cock . . . up my ass." "Thank you, Jenny. And I'm ready to give you my cock right up your ass." And he did just that. He took a bit of lubricant, applied it generously to his rather large organ, then slid a moistened finger between her clenched cheeks. "You'd better relax, Jenny, or the pain will be quite a bit more than you think. Press back as I put it in. If you try to resist, I'll give you another dozen with the strap." She struggled to obey as she felt the hot tip of his cock push between her ass cheeks. She was trembling with the effort. His cock opened her a bit and she felt the ripping pain of anal penetration. She felt her skin crawl with the goose bumps, and her stomach contracted. But he continued to press in. She knew that if he drove it in, she would probably have screamed in agony, but he rested as her sphincters quivered to accommodate the intrusion. Then as he felt her relax he pressed deeper. Now that her muscles had got over the spasm and were over stretched, she could offer little resistance. He began to move faster, and Jenny could feel the size of his cock. This anal rape was more intimate, than vaginal sex, although she had not been familiar with either type, so far. The feeling of being taken this way while bound and helpless began to take hold of her and she was feeling strange sensations in her belly and lower. "God, please don't let me like this." She said in her mind. But the symptoms were similar to those she felt masturbating in bed at night. She felt herself getting wetter. He must have felt it, too, because his fingers reached around and touched her pussy lips, feeling for the wetness, and slipping a finger into her moist pussy, then withdrawing it, and letting it circle her clit with a cunning rhythm as though he had stood by her own bed at home as she fingered herself to orgasm. His two fingers splayed on either side, unhooding her virginal bud. He brought his thumb into play, and used the three fingers to alternately stretch and tug the skin that covered her clit. She was a bit on the large side, and it made it so much easier for him to bring her along. He then paused and pumped into her with a steady rhythm before once again teasing her clit. She felt herself coming and she started to sob and moan. He began to pump his cock up her ass faster and faster, trying to time the orgasm, but she went off just before he did. Even so she was still peaking as she felt his cock bulge and pulse with the discharge of his load. He pressed into her farther than he had so far and held himself hard against her lovely ass, pressing her against the rack. She continue to grunt in pleasure as he finished up. She was now completely soaked and the liquid was dripping along the inside of her thighs. Finally she sagged forward. He started to pull away. "Don't. Don't take it out yet. Please, don't." The admission was difficult, but the urgency of her need over powered her ego and self respect. The sudden awareness of her anal eroticism seemed to sap her of any will to struggle, and she pressed back to get more cock inside her. His cock has stayed very hard, even though he had really shot a big load up her ass. It felt so satisfying to feel it lodged so powerfully up inside. She wondered if it would feel that good in her pussy. She knew it wouldn't be long before she'd find out. She remained silent for a while, and then he slowly let his cock pull out and swing away from her. He pressed his lips onto the back of her neck and tenderly kissed her. He reached under and took her breasts and squeezed them firmly. Her nipples were still rigid. "Let me clean you up." He left her for a moment and returned with a bowl of warm water. He slipped an enema tube up inside and flushed her rectum, letting the harsh fluid drain out into the bowl. Jenny felt a wave of humiliation sweep over her as she realized that she was basically shitting herself in front of this bastard. He walked away with the bowl, and she heard him flush the residue. He returned and carefully unfastened the straps that held her. She almost passed out as she stood up, but he caught her. She became aware of his strength as he easily lifted her into his arms. She knew that struggling would be pointless. He was over a foot taller than her 5' 1" and at least a 100 pounds heavier. She was just barely under a 100 pounds nude. He carried her over to the shower, and they got in together after he had adjusted the water to a deep warmth. He let the water wash over her, then soaped her up, leisurely letting his hands move over her body. He spent a lot of time massaging her breasts, tweaking the nipples without hurting them. Then he went to work on her pussy. Here he was a master, touching every inch of flesh with just the right pressure to give her another wave of erotic pleasure. Then, when she had achieved orgasm, he gently pushed her onto her knees, letting the water pelt down on her head. "Clean me up." Jenny took the soap and started to clean his prick, which had risen part way. She had never handled a dick before, but found it interesting to take it in her small hand. She could just get her grip around it. She stroked it up and down with her hand, using a lot of soap because she could still smell a bit of shit on him. She continued and he was now hard again. She put her face a bit closer to smell him and make sure it was clean. "You know what to do now, Jenny." She didn't, however, until he pushed her head until her mouth was almost touching his cock. Then she swallowed and took it into her mouth. Her lips tentatively moved a bit over the head. He urged her to take it farther into her mouth. She balked as he guided her head. Then realizing that her ass would pay the price if she didn't cooperate, she let more of it slip into her mouth. She couldn't take very much before it was at the back of her throat. She bobbed her head up and down as the water continued to pummel them. As she continued, he turned the water off. She wasn't very good at this, so he took it back and jerked himself for a while then guided it back into her mouth where he blew his load. She coughed as the hot liquid shot to the back of her throat. He held her firmly as he drained his balls. "Swallow it, girl. All of it." Jenny on the Rack Jenny on the Rack: Prequel A few readers, while generally liking the original story, felt that the absence of a context left them unsatisfied. If any of you have read my bio, I mention that I don't often return to a story once I've finished. In a sense, that is a bit selfish. I suppose I have largely written for myself, but as I've published a few stories, and received some feedback, I realized how many people at least open the stories to look at them. I've begun to feel an obligation to write for you to some degree. Having seen the staggering response to J.K Rowlings' Harry Potter series, you see how much people hunger for something that moves them away from the endless boredom of their lives. Perhaps the writer is no different than the reader, except that they actively dispel their boredom rather than let others guide them. Enough of a philosophical peregrination. He had watched Jenny from the time she was a flat chested tom boy rough housing with boys after school. She was a vibrant child, eyes always bright, loving of each day. Even though there weren't many black kids in her neighbourhood, there was enough ethnic mix that she didn't really feel much out of place. Kids mostly didn't care about race until some adults told them they had to-either by direct action or by indirect innuendo. For Jenny, it wasn't much of an issue. Her mother mixed well with everyone, even though her dad had left many years ago. At age 13, everything began to change. Puberty brought periods, a spreading butt, and, worst of all, boobs. Not just little girl buds, but breasts that were suddenly sticking out from her chest, seeming to grow bigger overnight. The raucous tom boy was suddenly wrenched from her childhood. Her mother watched over her like a hovering hawk, expecting a pedophile, or hormone drugged teenaged boy to jump out from behind every corner. Jenny had some real problems coping with this situation. From carefree kid roaming pretty freely in the neighbourhood, to house arrest in a matter of a few months was culture shock for her. The months passed and her mother didn't let up. Boys were now all over her at school as her breast grew out of her C cup bras by grade 10. And then D and DD. At the same time, she retained a very trim shape with a gorgeous butt that would satisfy the most discerning anal erotic. She managed to reign in her own surging hormones, even with the claustrophobic presence of her mother pissing her off. The few boys who got a chance to be alone with her were only interested in her tits. Jenny soon grew very tired of being treated as nothing more than the life support system for two huge tits. One particularly persistent rascal actually managed to convince her to let him jerk off on her tits. The experience was the last straw, and she withdrew into a shell until high school became a memory. She skipped university, and took some accounting courses at a local community college. She worked part time at a few different jobs, but didn't stick around long, since they had hired her tits, not Jenny. Even the teachers couldn't stop staring at her. And through all of this, one of her neighbours-she never really knew him-had watched as she matured into this stunning beauty. Unknown to her, he had compiled a huge collection of photos taken surreptitiously over a long period. Night after night, he would fantasize having this young beauty at his mercy. Standing in the darkened window of his study, he would stroke his cock as Jenny walked along the street to her mother's home where she had continued to live after she finished high school. He was now masturbating three or four times a day obsessed with Jenny. Careful to never reveal himself to her, he maintained as regular a routine as possible, chatting to neighbours, doing small favours for others in the townhouse complex. A year ago he had bought a small secluded property several miles from the complex in a relatively undeveloped area. He had slowly created a nest where he planned to take Jenny so that he could fulfill his desires. He created a new identify, even though he was not far from his other home, but the two communities were separated by two highways and the north south routes were quite a ways apart. Very little if any cross pollination took place. He might as well have been a thousand miles away. He spaced out the purchase of riding crops, straps, restraints and, being a bit handy, also build some special restraint devices to position his companion at the correct height for whatever frolic he had in mind. Once he had the nest ready, he developed his plan to capture the girl. Over a period of several months, he was able to determine that Jenny took a bus to school on Tuesday mornings very early, and that the stop had a shelter with advertising. Jenny would huddle inside as she waited for the bus. The stop was seldom used that early. He decided to rent a plain van and pose as a cleaner who washed down the walls of the shelter. He chose a Tuesday with snow and poor visibility, which meant that he could be bundled up with a parka without drawing any suspicion. He pulled his van up to the shelter just as Jenny was turning the corner. He put out his orange cones, and was just lugging the bucket and squeegee to the shelter as Jenny stepped into the space. She ignored him as he wiped down one wall. As she sat staring down the street in the direction the bus would come, he pressed a cloth over her face that, within seconds had her unconscious. Watching to see that the road was clear, he picked her up onto her feet, shoved her the few feet across the sidewalk to the van, stepped in and secured her hands and put a gag over her mouth. Then, cavalierly, he got back out and finished cleaning the shelter, albeit poorly, and packed up his orange safety cones. He checked to see that Jenny was still unconscious, the took off from the curb and drove at the speed limit or a bit under in the heavy snow to the parking lot where he had left his own van. Mostly blocked by a garbage disposal, He was able to move Jenny to the other van which had an even better restraint system that left her totally immobile. With Jenny secure, he took the rental back. Stuffed the keys through the mail slot, and walked the 10 blocks back to his own van. Then he drove off with his captive to the nest. He backed the van into his garage, and then proceeded to unfasten Jenny, who remained very groggy, and take her to his secure punishment area. He slowly removed her clothes, savouring each article of apparel. Holding it up to the video he had running. Once he had stripped her to bra and panties, he took off his own clothes, revealing his thumping erection. Saving her breasts to the last, he slowly tugged her panties down. They were a pale blue, not the sexy black he had hoped she would have, but they were now a flimsy piece of cloth in his hand. He put his fingers onto her pubic area and let them slip into the folds of her labia. He sighed deeply at the sight of her large clit. He gently stroked it and the girl stirred, and pushed her hips slightly up against his fingers. Then, with his hands slightly damp from the girl's pudenda, he reached for the bra, pulling the straps down and unrolling the cups so that her boobs rolled into view. He was stunned at their beauty. Full nipples, stiffened from the cold, stood up from the firm brown flesh. He stared in awe. Then his hands gripped them and squeezed, pushing them together. He released them long enough to reach around and unhook the bra, leaving the girl completely naked. He hoisted her up and walked her over to the whipping rack, positioning her so that he could tie her tightly in place. Once that was done, he stepped back to admire her body. He had put a pair of shoes onto her feet that added just the right touch of exotica to the image. He gripped his cock and jerked it up and down, then let the head brush against her nipples. Precum drooled onto her breasts. He fought back the desire to just shoot his load right onto her tits. He wanted her to wake up so that he could begin the process of domination. He used his cock to slap her tits, then slap her face lightly. He couldn't resist pressing his cock onto her full sexy lips where they protruded from the gag. He let the fluid dripping from his cock anoint them. Jenny started to stir and her eyes fluttered. He had put a ball gag on her to control not only sound, but to prevent any biting of her own tongue or lips. The blindfold had probably not been necessary, but he had erred on the side of caution. Her eyes opened and she could see nothing. She strained against the straps that held her and tried to free herself. It only caused her magnificent breasts to wobble deliciously for her captor. He removed the blindfold, and she blinked in the light. After a few moments, she took in the limited view in front of her. She looked at his face as her focus improved and she was brought sharply back to full consciousness. The continuation is Jenny on the Rack.