The Taste of Shame

Richard has captured Jen and has her tied down in his playroom. He plans on humiliating her by letting a dog lick her. If she enjoys it, she'll be punished.

Jen’s heart pounded in her ears as she sat bound to the cold metal chair, her naked body on full display for the man before her. The harsh fluorescent lights of the dungeon cast stark shadows across her caramel skin, accentuating the curves of her breasts and the toned muscles of her thighs. She squirmed uncomfortably, her legs spread wide and arms stretched above her head, the rough rope biting into her wrists.

The man who had brought her here, Richard, stood before her with a cruel smile on his face. He was tall and lean, with a scar running down his left cheek that only added to his menacing aura. Jen had been investigating his organization for months, and now she found herself at his mercy.

“Welcome to my little playroom,” Richard purred, running a hand along the table beside him. It was covered with an assortment of items that made Jen’s stomach churn – bottles of water, a jar of peanut butter, various sex toys, and a silver camera that gleamed ominously under the lights.

Richard picked up one of the bottles and sauntered over to Jen, tilting it slowly to her lips. “Drink,” he commanded, his eyes boring into hers.

"No."

Richard reached forward and grabbed a head of hair. He forced her mouth open.

Jen’s throat constricted in fear and revulsion as the liquid went down her throat, but she knew she had no choice. She swallowed against her will.

As the minutes ticked by, Jen could feel the pressure building. “Please, I’ll do anything,” Jen whimpered, tears streaming down his face. "Just let me go."

“Anything, you say?” Richard’s eyes gleamed with sadistic delight. “Well, let’s see what you’re willing to do.”

Jen shifted in her bonds, trying to find a comfortable position, but there was none to be found as her eyes focused in and out. Richard watched her with a predatory gleam in his eye, savoring her discomfort.

“You’ve been a naughty girl, haven’t you?” he taunted, circling the chair like a shark. “Snooping where you shouldn’t, sticking your pretty little nose where it doesn’t belong. But now you’re here, and I’m going to have some fun with you. You've embarrassed me and my company in the media, and so now I am going to do the same to you. ”

Jen glared at him, her jaw set in defiance. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing her break. But as the minutes stretched and her vision blurred, her resolve began to waver.

Richard noticed her struggle and smirked. “You're mine now. You know that don't you?”

Jen’s face burned with humiliation, but she refused to comply. She gritted her teeth and squeezed her muscles tight, determined to hold on for as long as possible. But as the pressure became unbearable, she could feel her control slipping away.

Richard reached for a large, jeweled butt plug and began to work it into her rear entrance. Jen writhed against her bonds, whimpering as the foreign object stretched her tight muscles. But as it slid into place, he whistled and called for his dog.

"I bet you're thinking I'm going to rape you. Don't you?"

"Yes."

"You don't deserve my cock, Jen. You deserve to be humiliated. To know that you can't control what's about to happen. But you are going to enjoy this, because you are a dirty little slut."

"Please, I have money. I'll give you anything..."

"I told you to stop investigating my father's company. You didn't listen. Now my father has tasked me with kidnapping you and making you my slave. He wanted me to kill you, but I convinced him there were better uses for you." Richard pulled out a ball gag from his pocket. "Jordan, if you would be so kind..."

"Yes, sir." One of his men approached that Jen recognized from the company. He helped Richard open her mouth and forced the ball gag inside. There was a snap sound as the little device over her mouth clicked into place.

Once inserted, she couldn't speak. Couldn't beg. Even her yelling was muffled. She looked up at the man Richard had called Jordan. He looked to be in his thirties, and looked strong and muscular. His green eyes snapped to hers, as he smiled. “I’m going to enjoy breaking you," he whispered. "We both are."

Jen felt a sense of powerlessness wash over her. She was at his mercy, a plaything for him to use as he saw fit.

Jordan moved to blind fold her, but Richard held up his hand. "No. I want her to see this so she can picture it when she sleeps at night. I want her to watch her own humiliation, and know that if she disobeys or tries to escape, I will send the video of this to her family back in Connecticut and her co-workers in Utah. She is mine."

"Yes, sir." Replied Jordan. He then backed away to give Richard room.

Richard reached down and placed a finger between Jen's legs, teasing her clit and sliding into her pussy. "You're not wet yet. You must not be enjoying this? But don't worry. You will be before the end." Richard whistled. "This is Max. Max is a good dog. He likes bitches and is going to lick you clean until you orgasm."

Jen tried to scream. She shook her head, a tear running down her face. She tried to beg, to say please... not this.

"But this is what you deserve, Jen." He then reached for the table and grabbed the peanut butter jar. He opened it and took a thick spread. He placed it all over in thick chunks across her pussy.

She could feel the cool air on her bare skin, making her shiver.

When he was finished, Richard ran a hand over Jen’s curves. “You’re such a pretty little thing, aren’t you? But you’re ours now, to do with as we please. And we have some fun plans for you, Jen. Don’t we, Jordan?”

The male next to Richard chuckled, moving to stand beside Jen.

Jordan nodded, a cruel smile on her face. “Indeed we do. Someone told me about what it was like to watch this... he'd seen in in Mexico. I have to admit, i was jealous of him. I've always wanted to watch this happen. Now, let’s get started.”

Jen tried to move in the chair. Tried to close her legs. But Max neared. The licking was soft at first. Slow. The dog started on the outer edges.

“Relax,” Richard whispered. “It’ll feel good, I promise. And Jordan here is going to count just how much you enjoy it. Every time you moan, or orgasm, or show any sign that you are enjoying this, he is going to make a tally mark. And when the hour is up, or Max decides he is done, we're going to count the tallys. If Max finishes before the hour, we'll substitute him for my father's dog, and the hour will start over. When we're done, Jordan is going to put you on the table in the corner with your ass up in the air. You will be spanked for each tally. And tomorrow, it will be the same. And the day after that. You will learn to like it, in time. My father is even coming to watch the show tomorrow."

The dog's tongue came faster as it neared her clit, his tongue lapping at her inside, cleaning up the peanut butter. Jen moaned, her body tingling with pleasure. Max’s tongue was hot and wet, and the sensation of it on her sensitive skin was driving her crazy.

“Shh, just relax,” Jordan cooed, slowly. “This is going to feel so good, you’ll see.”

Jen could only moan in response, too far gone to form coherent words. The dog licked at her folds, tasting her arousal, feeling her tremble as she desperately tried to move away. Jen squirmed and writhed, but she couldn’t escape the relentless assault on her body.

She bit back a moan, trying to hold back her pleasure. But the dog was relentless, edging her closer and closer to the brink, only to pull away at the last moment, just on the brink of her orgasm.

Richard leaned forward and put more peanut butter on her pussy. The dog smelled her sex with his nose, then began to lick her over and over again, once again starting on the outside of her lips. When he found her slit again, he licked it up and down. Slow at first, than faster.

Jen couldn't help it. She moaned into her gag as her hips bucked. Richard ignored her pleas. She was helpless, and at his mercy.

Richard watched her intently, his breathing growing heavier with anticipation. “Come on, Jen,” he whispered, his voice thick with lust. “I know you want to. Just let go.”

The hot breath and wet tongue continued to speed up as if narrowing its focus. And with a final, desperate moan, Jen couldn’t hold it back any longer. Richard groaned in pleasure, his eyes wide with excitement as he watched her humiliation.

Jen felt a wave of shame wash over her as Max continued to lick. Tears stung her eyes, but she blinked them back, refusing to let Richard see her cry. He set the jar of peanut butter aside and picked up a camera, his lips curling into a cruel smile. He then looked down at his watch. "Thirty three minutes."

Richard moved to the back of the room and knocked on a door. A female entered and leashed Max, before taking him out of the room.

"Jordan, I want Jen on the floor and spread eagle for her second orgasm. Move her so the next dog can be comfortable and have a better angle at her pussy. Use the spreader bar on her if you must."

Jordan grabbed her from the chair and unhooked something. He was quick and fast, and Jen was disoriented.

“You’re beautiful,” Jordan murmured, his fingers trailing over her breasts, her stomach, her thighs. “So perfect for this. I'm almost jealous that Max got to taste you and I didn't.”

Someone entered the room, and a second smaller mut came in to the room. "This is Thumper."

She could barely stand upright as he placed her on the ground. She tried to scoot away, but her legs felt like jelly. Jordan was instantly placing her onto the ground. He grabbed her legs and spread them apart. She couldn't see it, but she heard some kind of metal device lock in place.

When she was unable to move, Richard knelt down next to her. He used his own hand to feel her as he waited for her body to regain control.

Richard and Jordan just smiled, enjoying Jens torment. They teased her nipples and clit. Jen watched as he pressed a camera against her entrance. The cameras zoomed in, capturing every intimate detail of her violation and wetness.

“Look at the screen,” he commanded, nodding towards the TV on the wall. Jen’s gaze flicked to it involuntarily, and she gasped at the sight of her own body, splayed open and vulnerable for the world to see.

Ten minutes roughly went by before he put his hands between her legs, and stimulated her clit. Richard put more peanut butter on her before stepping back to admire his handiwork, his eyes roaming over her naked form. “You’re quite the sight, Jen. I could watch you like this all day.”

The smaller dog approached.

“Please,” she wanted to beg, tears springing to her eyes. “I can’t take it anymore. Please make it stop.” She knew he couldn't hear her words, not with the ball gag. Still, she wanted to beg and plead.

But the dog was already on her.

The small tongue moved faster and faster as it narrowed on her clit. Jordan reached down and opened her with his hand to help the small dog focus its attention.

Jen's body arched against her will as she tried to move away from the dog. The tongue continued in fast movements as it moved up and down the center of her clit. The feeling soft and warm and wet. The small dog took her into it's mouth, licking at her until she was throbbing. Then it moved to the a different side, giving it the same treatment.

Next to her Jordan’s hand moved down her stomach, his fingers tracing patterns on her skin. He reached her clit and began to rub it in slow, circles, driving Jen wild with pleasure as he once again opened her to direct the dog's tongue. Jen writhed beneath Jordan's grasp, her body on fire with humiliation and desire as the dog once again found it's way back to her center.

She bucked her hips, trying to push against his hand, but Jordan just laughed. “Not yet,” he said. “You haven’t earned it yet.”

When the small dog reached her clit and took it into it's mouth, Jen screamed, her body convulsing with pleasure.

Jordan moved the small dog back as she brought to the edge of orgasm. He waited a minute for her body to calm, and for the feeling to stop before he let the small dog return. He repeated this process over and over again, until Jen was silently begging him to let her come.

When she couldn't hold it any longer, Richard, who was sitting next to her in a chair filming, said, “Come for me,” Richard commanded, his voice rough. “Let everyone hear on camera how much you love this.”

Jen’s body tensed, her orgasm building as the dog continued to stimulate her. She gave a loud cry into the gag, her body shuddering as waves of pleasure washed over her. Her body couldn't resist, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. She screamed in pleasure, her pussy contracting around the dog’s tongue as she came harder than she ever had before. She wanted to scream, as her body betrayed her and convulsed around the tongue.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, Jen felt herself drifting off to sleep. The last thing she heard was Richard and Jordan laughing, the sound echoing in her ears.

“Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Richard taunted, running the cold metal along her inner thigh. “I bet you’ve never felt so humiliated. But we’re just getting started, my dear.” He then instructed Jordan to unbind her before she fell asleep.

Jordan quickly cuffed her hands infront of her before helping her stand. Jen could feel the heat of him through her clothes. His cock was hard from watching the show.

By the time he got her to stand steady, she was a quivering mess, her pussy throbbing with need. Jen knew that she would have to endure more sessions like this one in the future.

“Such a good little slut,” Jordan murmurs, pumping two fingers in and out of her soaked cunt to see the evidence. “You loved every minute of it, didn’t you?”

Jen shook her head in defiance, no.

"Don't lie. I can see you dripping wet between your legs."

Jen whimpered, and when Jordan finished untying her, he lead her to the table in the corner of the room. “You're a dirty little slut, Jen,” Jordan purred. “Now, I want you on the table, ass up.”

She shook her head in defiance. "No, please," she wanted to beg.

"Refuse and I'll add more to the tally list. I can spank you all night if that's what you want. Now get on the bench and present yourself to me."

Jen didn't have a choice. She did as she was told. Slowly she climbed onto the table. Slowly she bent over until her butt was in the air, positioning herself on the bench and exposing her most intimate parts to Jordan’s hungry gaze. Her arms tied together in front of her. She could feel the cool air on her wet pussy, and she knew that Jordan could see just how aroused she was, despite the degrading treatment.

Jordan moved her legs apart. He felt her vagina. Gods, it felt so wet. "Max licked the peanut butter clean. He enjoyed it, as did Thumper. But so did you, you dirty little slut. You're dripping wet. You liked their tongue on you. And now you're going to be spanked as punishment."

He was right. She had enjoyed the feeling. Embarrassed, part of her felt like she did deserve to be punished for enjoying herself. Her body had betrayed her and she'd even orgasmed twice. Something she had never done.

Jordan ran his hands over her ass. “Such a pretty little bottom. I think it’s time I gave it some attention.”

Bent over, Jen was trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation, knowing what ws about to happen. Jordan grabbed something from the table and the sound of vibration filled her ears. Jordan pressed it between her legs, so that the vibrator is pressed to her clit as he spanks her. She whimpered in protest, as she felt the head of the vibrator pressing against her clit. Jordan lets her feel every inch of it, and then turns it higher.

The vibrations shot straight to her core, and she was ready to orgasm again within seconds, her pussy contracting around the toy.

SMACK! The first smack of his hand sounds against Jen's bare ass. The sting is immediate and makes her yelp. Jen squirm's and writhes, tears springing to her eyes, but Jordan holds her firmly in place.

“Do you want to know how many times you moaned or sounded like you were enjoying being licked,” he commanded, his voice laced with sadistic pleasure. "Sixty-nine times and two orgasms. So I'm going to start slow with my hand, so I can make sure you'll last the entire time. The last ten will be harder."

Jen whimpered, which is punctuated by another soft smack. His hand came down on her ass again, and she yelped. He spanked her again and again. When he reaches forty, he used his hand a little harder. She can feel his hand covering her entire bottom. Jen couldn't help but squirm on the table, feeling the heat building between her legs.

Jordan turned the vibrator up before continuing to spank Jen. She let out a scream as her orgasm crashed over her, her body shaking and convulsing on the bench. This didn't stop Jordan. He continued to alternate between cheeks, until her ass was a bright, pink. With each smack, she can feel her body shaking, her cries growing louder and more desperate.

Jordan continued to spank Jen, his hand landing against her butt in a steady rhythm. The pain mixed with pleasure, and she felt myself arching her back, presenting herself further him. He spanked her for what felt like hours. Finally, he stopped, his hand resting on the heat of her ass. Jordan can feel her heart pounding beneath his palm, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “Good girl,” he murmured, his voice soft and approving.

"Richard, do you want the last ten?" Jordan offered.

Richard, ever the disciplinarian, wasted no time. His large, calloused hand came down hard on Jen’s right cheek, the sound of skin on skin echoing through the room. Jen yelped, her body jerking forward at the sudden impact. The sting radiated through her flesh, a burning reminder of her earlier pleasure.

Over the next few minutes, Richard administered the spanking, his hands alternating between Jen’s cheeks in a steady rhythm. Each smack brought forth a new wave of pain and humiliation, tears streaming down Jen’s face as she struggled to maintain her composure.

Each stroke harder than the last. She knew she deserved this. She had enjoyed the orgasm. Had enjoyed the feel of the dog's tongue on her clit.

Finally, Richard stopped, his hand resting on Jen's heated skin. “I think that’s enough for now,” he said, his voice gentle. “But you’re not done yet. That was just the beginning, my pet. We have a long night ahead of us. And tomorrow there will be an audience. My father invited several men here. They have all paid money to watch you orgasm from being licked by a dog.”

Jen shivered at his words, her body already responding to the promise of more. Jen knew that the worst was yet to come. As Jen remained positioned there, with her ass presenting herself, the reality of her situation began to sink in. She was now owned by Richard and Jordan, and there was nothing she could do to change that. If she tried to escape, they'd blackmail her and send the video of her to her family. For now, she was theirs to use and abuse as they saw fit, and she would have to endure whatever punishments he chose to inflict upon her. She had no choice but to submit to their twisted games, but one day she would find a way to turn the tables on them. One day, she'd be free.