Jennifer Some Time Later

[Larzaius]

So this is the first of my new STL (Some time later) series that is a continuation starring some of my favorite victims. This series might on occasion even have guest victims from other stories. This is the continuation of Spring Break Slave Training.

Jennifer STL
Chapter 1

Jack wouldn't even wait until they got back into the office; he reached under Jennifer's skirt and started rubbing her clit. She moaned, it was easier to turn her on than it was a year ago. A whole year since the videos of her went viral; a whole year where she watched everything she cared for turn against her. Jack undid his belt, pulling out his cock and rubbing it against her pussy. She ground herself against him; she had no choice, she needed this job.

It had been impossible to continue school, as her ex-boyfriend directed all the boys in school to link with the videos. Jack was an asshole but at least he kept his word. As long as she did favors for him, the link would not be revealed. The sad part was, after what had been done to her a year ago, she no longer resisted that much. Truth be told, she kind of liked his cock. She went from having a promising future, to being a slutty drifter. She would get a new job and a new place; until sooner or later, one of the videos would resurface and would find herself re-used.

She pulled his cock out of his pants and started stroking it. Jack was only the latest of abusers, she’d met. He had an anal insertion fetish and loved sticking things in her ass; everything, but his cock. He seemed more interested in using her as a holding hole. He had just recently started her on butt plugs but she accepted them; she needed this job. The other thing Jack liked to do was make her crawl like a dog.

Jack was married; but insisted since his cock was nowhere near any of her holes, he was still being faithful. She didn't argue, instead just allowed him to poke her ass with objects of varying size. She grunted as the item was pushed into her. She could see his cock getting harder in his pants, once again wondering what he would feel like inside her. She was done pretending she was a good girl; that was taken away from her a long time ago. All she knew was that she was getting tired of relocating every time the video resurfaced; she had used her body to save her time and time again, but she was getting tired.

She puffed as he shoved the bottle deep in her ass; he twisted and pushed it deep inside of her. She could feel the pressure building in her. She looked as Jack, who was holding a five inch butt plug. She smiled and removed her bra, allowing him a quick flash of side boob. She had gotten used to being treated this way; it was still better than prostitution. “You are going to keep this on all day, aren’t you?”

She nodded and went back to work with the butt plug up her ass. It didn’t bother her anymore, that she was used by a perverted employer. She finished her midnight shift, with it in her while her boss watched in amusement. When she got home, she saw a package waiting for her at the door. She opened it; inside was a DVD, an envelope with at least two grand and a cell phone. She cautiously put the DVD in her laptop.

The familiar face of her ex was looking scared at the camera. "Jenny, Jen, I'm sorry about what happened. Please don't let them kill me." The camera then panned upward; Jennifer was nervous, as she saw three masked men and could easily guess who they were.

“Give us a call Jennifer! We've been missing the fun times we used to have with you.” One of them told the camera.

On closer inspection of the package, she saw there was a small earpiece next to the phone. His eyes showed a mix of fear and anger and...Compassion on the screen. She hadn’t seen him since he started treating her more like a whore, than a person. She agreed to be his slave out of guilt but he took it too far.

She cautiously grabbed the phone. “Hello.” She said, her voice trembling.

“Hello Jennifer, we’ve been waiting for your call.” She recognized the cold voice on the other end of the receiver. It was her masked black mailer from before. “Come to this warehouse on 4th and river and prepare to entertain us.”

They hung up, not allowing her a decent chance to reply. She sobbed as she went for her keys and decided to keep the plug in her ass, knowing it would entertain them. “Oh, and wear something slutty for us.”

The text came as she was just about to step into her car. Jennifer blinked at the last message. She was overcome with rage and started dialing the phone. “Something slutty! Kill the prick, I don’t care.” She angrily blurted out.

“We have more tapes and we have Shannon.” Her tirade was stopped cold.

“Shannon.”

“Yes, she’s doing the same thing; trying to guarantee some normalcy in her life. Now would you really be able to live with yourself, if you cost her chance at that and if you let someone die?”

“No please, I’ll do whatever you say,.”

“Jacket and panties, stockings and heels; go to the grass at the park, look for a fur blanket and a gym bag.” They hung up before Jennifer could say anything else.

She went back into her apartment and looked for her largest jacket; the more of herself she could cover the better. She found an old leather jacket, that had been left behind by a relative years ago. If no one looked too closely, it should be able to hide her wardrobe changes. She moaned, who was she kidding? How often did people see a hot young blonde walking down the streets, in just a jacket and panties? Her car would only cover her for so long, but she would have to walk across the park and probably humiliate herself in public. She sighed, preparing to accept her humiliating fate.

She drove around, trying to find the closest spot she could get to the park. The park had a huge plain of grass that couldn't conceal anything; luckily, there didn't seem to be anyone around to see her.

A text came on her phone “Walk over to the blanket and wait for instructions.”

She walked straight, having to take it slow because of the butt plug that was pressed in her. She eventually found the blanket and gym bag. She opened it and saw a collection of humiliating bondage apparatus’.

“Good, now we want you to dial us and put us on speaker; then put the mask of shame on.” She looked into the bag and found a mask with a plastic ring, used to keep her jaw open. The text went off again. “Bring the bag to the warehouse, walk!”

She blushed, feeling humiliated but she walked to the warehouse. She noticed all the looks of disgust and sleazy leers she got, as she walked to the warehouse with her ass in full view. She saw someone wearing a domino mask, waiting for her. He motioned her to go inside. She followed him inside he led her into a room.

“Where's…” A slap cut her off.

“You talk when told, you do as you're told; you piss us off, we hurt him then kill him.” He said.

“No please, don't! I'll obey and behave.”

“Good, now go back to the blanket and put the ring on.” Jennifer cried, as she grabbed the bag and walked back to the park. She did her best to catch her breath as she ended up at the blanket again.

She then phoned them. “I'm here.”

“Good, now put the phone on speaker, and then put the ring in your mouth.” She sobbed and opened her mouth; spreading her lips around the black rubber ring. “Good. We are watching you, by the way. Now, open your jacket and start fondling your breasts.” She couldn’t stop her sobbing but started to rub her breasts in the huge, wide open. She continued to fondle herself not sure how they were watching her. "Now slide one hand down into your panties and give yourself a good rub."

Jennifer nodded, slipping her hand down her panties to start playing with her clit. She moaned, as a young couple walked by in the distance. She wanted to run and hide, but instead she got another message. "Nice, now lose the jacket and look in the bag," She opened the bag, "Take out the pole and attach it to your legs." She looked at the pole; it had two cuffs for her legs; it was designed to keep her legs apart. She laid on her back and started attaching the cuffs to her legs. She felt awkward; the only way she was going to be able to walk, would be to sit up and get herself in a crawling position. After much struggle she was finally able to, “Take off your jacket, and undo the mouth binding.”

She was grateful to have the piece of plastic out of her mouth as she started to roll her jaw around. She looked around; she was sure now, that they were watching her. “Lose the jacket, now! Your tits are going to be exposed for the rest of this game.” Jennifer cried as she removed the jacket, she knew better to argue with this particular group of people.

Jennifer fondled her tits, rubbing her nipples. "Good, now rub your pussy." She started rubbing her pussy, not feeling anything at all. She didn't know if they wanted her aroused or not. She continued to fondle herself, not sure how they were watching her. "Slide your hand down your panties and give yourself a good rubbing."

Jennifer felt ashamed as she complied with their orders. I guess they want me wet, after all. "Good, now take the rope and rod out of the bag." She sobbed as she pulled a plastic rod and a length of rope out of the bag. "Now tie your hands above your head and hold them up there until we come to get you. If anyone walks up to you, beg to be disciplined with the rod.”

She nodded and started to tie the rope around her wrists. She raised her arms; staying where she was told, kneeling, with her tits exposed. “Good now one last thing. There is a sign in the bag, find it and put by you. It says ‘I'm a slut, please punish me’.” She kneeled there as they hung up. She kept her arms raised, her tits exposed and waited to be picked up.