Jenny's apartment, part 2.

I wake up confused, disoriented, babbling loudly, as all three girls are pouring ice cold water all over me. "Oh, there he is" says Jenny "good morning, sunshine" as my eyes open wide and I immediately begin to squirm pointlessly again, remembering only that the girls had said they had something "really awesome" planned for morning. Kat walks behind me, giggling softly, and very calmly puts her fingers on a pressure point in my neck. "Reeeeeeelax" she coos, as she massages the nerve and I comply to try to make it stop. "Such a good boy" she says and they all giggle.

"Such a bitchy little gimp" says Justine, already smoking a Clove, exhaling directly into my face which makes me cough and also reminds me of how queasy I am.

Jenny walks over and says "We've been having fun with food lately. Last night, hot pepper, and now....we have some ginger." She holds fresh ginger in front of my eyes and wiggles around her poison pink fingernails to let me get a good look at the ginger plug. Just then I feel Kat slip a chokehold around my throat and cinch it tightly. I'm too exhausted to fight (and too naive to understand what is coming next) so I just try to go limp. Kat laughs and says "That's right darling, don't struggle. Take a couple of deep breaths, it'll go faster."

I wake up tied, face down, on a bed. My hands and feet are spread wide, tied too tightly to the posts, and my ass is slightly elevated. It's hard to even breathe I'm stretched so taut and Kat is sitting casually on the bed next to my head, chatting with Justine, who is standing behind me. I feel Justine rake her nails across my ass and as I wince Kat, who is wearing a yellow and black plaid skirt and a black Bratmobile shirt and loudly cracking her gum, giggles. "Ooooh do it again" she coos and as the nails rake the other way back across my ass I start to whine and scream. Jenny, who is standing next to me, jams a ballgag into my mouth and Kat fastens it tight in the back.

"He'll be needing that pretty soon anyway" laughs Justine from behind me, and I feel her nails rake all the way down my back, down my ass, sinking deep into my flesh. "Drew some blood" she says, very self satisfied, and Kat and Jenny both look over to admire. Though I still can't see Justine, I see her fingers dangling over my face from behind and she wipes a little of my blood on my cheek.

"Arms and legs already asleep babe?" asks Jenny from up above and I can only nod as the three girls laugh. Justine is teasing my ass with what I will soon realize is ginger and Kat pinches my nose shut, staring into my face as I try to thrash my head around. Jenny sighs contentedly, sits down on the other side of my head, and digs around my neck with her fingers, finding the exact same pressure point Kat had found earlier. As Kat makes sure I can't breathe, Jenny tweaks the nerve in my neck and whatever feeling I had left in my shoulder starts to fade into a riotous oblivion. Kat and Jenny both light cigarettes, hold them so that the smoke is drifting right up into my face, and look back at Justine who is still teasing my asshole with the plug of ginger, that just feels cold and hard.

"Baby, hand the me the Ben Gay" says Kat to Jenny, who reaches down on the floor by the bed and hands over a tube. By now I'm trying to struggle but my limbs are all basically dead and my mouth is gagged and Jenny perches directly above my head, shoving a pair of shiny black boots into my face while Kat reaches between my legs and begins to rub on the Ben Gay. Now Jenny puts her boots on the back of my head, jamming my face deep into the mattress and as the Ben Gay is just beginining to sting Justine shoves the plug of ginger all the way into my ass and even though it's just cold and hard and a little uncomfortable at first, it slowly begins to tingle.

Dead arms and dead legs or not, I'm thrasing around as the Ben Gay burns my cock and balls and the ginger goes nuclear in my sphincter. The girls are all laughing so hard they can barely stand up, and when Justine notices my ass twitching and legs kicking she laughs saying "Dude, the more you tighten up the more that shit is gonna burn so whatever you....relax." She's cackling as she smacks my ass repeatedly with a horsehair flogger, and every blow makes my ass tighten more, makes the ginger sting more, makes me more desperate to somehow get away.

Jaws aching from the gag, cock, balls and ass all on fire, I'm trying to yell through the gag, trying to pull apart the bed, thrashing around on the mattress, and Kat, Justine and Jenny are all sitting on the bed staring at me, laughing. Jenny has her ever-present cellphone out and is taking a video with it that she's taunting me about posting online, while Justine, mock-concerned, says "Aww sweetheart, don't thrash around like that. You're going to dislocate your shoulder or pull a muscle" but as she says this she's tickling my nose and making me writhe and contort even more.

"Poor baby," says Kat, standing up, "You're gonna sting like forEVER and all you can really do is just wait it out" and she's so smug it makes me want to scream.

They all sit and watch me for a long time, smoking cigarettes, talking about upcoming concerts, and when I finally stop squirming and just lie there whimpering, feeling broken and completely spent, Jenny says, with mock sadness "Aww. Show's over." Justine puts a nearly full ashtray right under my nose, warning me that "It would suck to get tired and let your face fall in there. Nothing less appetizing than spit soaked cigarette butts" and they all laugh again. Walking away, Jenny flicks my left ear with her fingers and then, as an afterthought, she and Kat go over to the dresser, find some clothespins, and clamp them up and down my ear and face. Jenny takes some more pictures and I'm hoping that they'lll take the pins off when they have the pictures but instead Justine says "Don't worry too much....your face will go numb pretty fast."

I hear three sets of boots on the floor. The light goes off and the door closes and, even though it's totally unncessary, I hear the door lock on me from the outside.

Jenny's apartment.

We're sitting around drinking, and when I return from the bathroom, Jenny has refilled my Scotch and soda. Justine makes fun of me for drinking like yuppie scum and Jenny giggles. "Nice place," I tell Jenny, looking around, smirking, "looks like Liberace and Madonna rented a fuckpad together but couldn't decide who got to do the decorating".

"Drink up," Kat smirks.

A few minutes later, I'm feeling flushed and dizzy. Jenny lights a cigarette, smirks, mentions she slipped an Ambien into my drink, notes "You really should have expected that" and laconically pushes me back down as I try to stand up. "Don't bother, darlin'" and I catch the exhale of her cigarette full-on. The last thing I remember before drifting off to sleep is coughing.

When I wake up, I am saran wrapped to a very uncomfortable chair with a hard back. My arms are wrapped to my sides, and then my whole torso is wrapped to the chair. My legs are wrapped to the legs of the chair, and Kat, whose hair is purple fading to violet this week, smiles and says "Mornin' sunshine. It was a serious bitch getting you wrapped up like this....you're not getting loose anytime soon."

I start to say something but Jenny, who has obviously been waiting for me to open my mouth, very theatrically shoves a filthy sock (when I taste it I nearly gag) in and seals it up with duct tape, rubs her hands together theatrically. Justine laughs right in my face and belches a little, blowing it in my face and then saying "Oh, excuse me, dear."

I'm sweating already from the saran wrap and Jenny, who is closing the windows, says "It's getting hot in here. Let's go sit in the front room." As I mmmmph through the gag, Justine looks at me, smirks and says "Aren't you coming? No? Okay." The light goes out, the door slams shut, time passes.

Justine, who is wearing a Cramps tee shirt and combat boots, comes back in, sipping a bottle of Fiji water and I'm dying of thirst, sweating and in desperate need of pissing all at once, which I didn't think was possible. She reaches into her pockets and produces a wicked looking set of nipple clamps, which she slowly, ceremoniously, attaches to me as I cringe and whimper. My nipples are hypersensitive to begin with and the girls always make it a point to pay extra attention to the nipples whenever they torture me. Justine straddles me, looks into my eyes, grinning, and kisses my cheek, and then promptly begins to obnoxiously slobber all over it. I'm mmmphing, struggling like crazy, but totally trapped as Kat and Jenny walk back in. "I see you got some life back into him" says Jenny and they all laugh.

Justine continues to play with my nipples, and every time she tweaks the clamps every nerve in my body feels like it's on fire. "You're so totally our little bitch" she coos.

"We should make him start coming to the shows with us in drag" says Jenny, "in fact he should come up on stage. We can handcuff him there and have him dance."

I'm obviously horrified by this suggestion and the three start laughing again, while Jenny slips behind me and puts me in sort of a headlock, where my head is buried in her armpit. Once again there's nothing I can do except wriggle and squirm and Kat laughs, says "Take deep breaths. Really relish that aroma."

"We have plans for you in the morning" says Justine, "but we wanted to make sure you stuck around. So, you know, stick around."

Jenny takes the tape off my mouth and lets me spit the sock out. "I know that really would've made you puke and we don't want you dying on us in the middle of the night. Besides, I have some food for you." Jenny dangles a jalapeno pepper in front of me and I clamp my mouth shut tight.

"Good strategy" says Kat, straddling me, casually pinching my nose shut, "it's not like you'll have to breathe or anything." There is really nothing more humiliating than being completely and totally objectified, to the point of being mechanized. I have no choice but to gasp for breath. Jenny shoves the jalapeno whole into my mouth and slaps tape over it while Kat holds my throat tightly and says "Don't swallow. Don't chew. Just let it rest on your tongue, dork."

In no time, my mouth is raging. My tongue feels swollen and on fire. My eyes are watering and the longer I hold the hot pepper there, the worse it gets. I'm squirming, wriggling against the plastic wrap but there's absolutely no give and sweat is pouring down my face. My eyes are watering so hard I'm actually crying and the only part of my body I can move even a little is my head. My nose is burning and Kat finally takes her fingers off my throat, takes the tape off, grins and says "You can spit it out now."

By now the damage is done and my tongue is throbbing, my mouth is burning and I can hardly see through the tears in my eyes as I'm begging for water. All three of the girls pull up chairs in a semi-circle around me, rest their boots on my lap, and they're all drinking water and talking shit to me. I'm begging, offering anything for a sip of water, and Kat smirks and says "Babe, you really don't have anything you can give me that I want more than to just watch you suffer."

"Shhhhh" says Justine, "I'm on the phone." I can hear parts of her end of the conversation and she's giggling, saying things like "No, we totally did that to his drink" and "Ha ha yeah, just now, now we're just sitting her sipping some water and he's freaking out, crying."

"My eyes are watering I'm not crying" I insist, as I see Justine putting her cellphone right in front of my face, taking a picture. A minute later I hear loud giggling on the other end and Justine is laughing saying "I know right? And he's so red!"

Finally, Kat yawns, says she's tired. Justine hangs up the phone. Jenny says "Oh what the hell, we should at least give him some water" and then, predictably, they all screw the caps back on their bottles super-tight, laugh, and put the bottles right at my feet. My mouth is still burning and I'm laughing but also yelling at them, seriously begging to at least let me go to the bathroom which is when Jenny says "Oh don't worry babe. We put newspaper on the floor all around you." I look down and realize, with a humiliating feeling, that's true, just as somebody shuts the light off and the door closes tight.