JENNY: A Novel of Sexual Enslavement

by C. A. Tessler

  Janet gulped. She could easily picture the wedding scene. "Jenny," she said softly, "I know how you feel. Believe me, I understand. But your master won't just whip you once. If you don't do what he wants, he'll whip you again. He'll keep doing it until you give in."

  "I, I," Jenny faltered, "I could never live with myself, Janet." She put her arms around her lover. "Maybe we've only got one more night together. Let's try to make it as nice as we can."

  Janet sobbed. "OK."

  Saturday morning, at breakfast, Maurice met Jenny and Janet outside the restaurant. He led Janet back to her room, then took Jenny to room six. His sudden departure the previous evening was occasioned by an opportunity which had dimly appeared to him. He thought Jenny's unexpected refusal to have sex with Janet could mean that Jenny was uncomfortable in a same-sex relationship, her stated affection for Janet notwithstanding. If he was correct, he had an offer for Jenny that would solve all their problems.

  "Jenny," he said, as he sat down in the chair. "I've been thinking about something. I spent several hours last night working this out, and I hope you will take it in the spirit in which it is offered. I'm very fond of you, you know that. Since your first week here, I've thought it was wrong that you were a slave. I can change that, if you're willing."

  Maurice saw from Jenny's expression that he had her attention. It encouraged him to continue.

  "There is some risk involved, but if you're willing to go with me I think I can get you safely away from DiMarcos. We would have to leave the country, of course, but I have some money saved up. I'm sure I'll be able to get a job somewhere, and a pretty girl like you will have no trouble finding work. We can get away and live a free life together. What do you say?"

  Jenny was stunned. She didn't know how to respond. The offer of freedom was so sudden that her heart leapt at the thought. The thrill lasted for only a moment, though. What about Janet, she thought. How could I leave her behind? How could I abandon the girl I love, the girl I've promised a lifetime of devotion?

  "I, I, don't know what to say, master. This is so sudden."

  Maurice was heartened that Jenny had not immediately refused his offer. Given a few hours to think about it, he reasoned, she will doubtless see the advantages.

  "I understand, Jenny," he said. "You probably need some time to think. I'll tell the escorts to leave you alone, and I'll be back before lunch."

  Jenny would have traded a respite from work for a less complicated life. Now faced with three choices, she didn't know where to turn. Attached to her master's offer of freedom was the guilt she would suffer for leaving Janet behind. Refusing that offer meant accepting three years of slavery. Those years would be lonely and filled with punishments if she stuck by her refusal to perform sexually with Janet. If she agreed to perform as asked, she would have to make a spectacle of her affection. Even the most honorable course – refusing to leave with her master and refusing to obey him – would make her feel guilty. Janet was willing to perform sexually. By refusing, Jenny would be depriving Janet of her company over a matter that wasn't even an issue for Janet. If forced to choose among her three options, then and there, Jenny realized her course would be decided not by what she wanted to do but by what she was unwilling to do.

  Well before lunch Maurice again appeared in room six. He had been so anxious after he left Jenny that morning that he couldn't wait in the employee lounge. He walked to a nearby park and tried waiting on a bench. When that failed to calm him, he took two turns around the park, then walked back to DiMarcos. Now, standing in front of Jenny, he took a deep breath and asked for her decision. She stalled.

  "Can I see Janet first, master?" she asked.

  Maurice wasn't pleased with this question if only because it meant he would have to wait longer for Jenny's answer. Worse, it indicated that Jenny was more attached to Janet than he had suspected. He also thought it likely that Janet, for her own selfish reasons, would try to talk Jenny out of leaving with him. He was as nervous as Jenny was conflicted.

  "All right," he said, a hint of anger in his voice. "But I will be back just before lunch. You must tell me what you have decided then." He left and brought Janet back to Jenny's room.

  Janet couldn't believe her ears when Jenny told her of Maurice's offer.

  "Oh, Jenny, freedom, freedom!" she cried. "You have to go with him. Oh, to be free! You can't say no."

  Jenny threw her arms around Janet and began crying. "Janet, I couldn't leave you behind. Every day I'd be haunted, knowing you were still a slave, knowing customers were screwing you. Every quiet moment, I'd see you. I'd hate myself forever for leaving you here."

  "Jenny, you're not leaving me here," said Janet. "I'm here because I gambled and lost. Whether you leave or not, I'll still have customers. But I'd be so happy," and here she embraced Jenny tightly, "knowing that you were free. Once you're out of the country, you can stay with your master, but you won't have to. You won't be a slave any more. You can do what you like."

  "But Janet, I love you."

  "And I love you, too, Jenny. But love doesn't mean holding on to someone. It means doing what's best for the one you love. Freedom is absolutely, positively what's best. Please go. You shouldn't feel guilty for a second. I'm telling you not to feel guilty."

  "It's not that easy, Janet," said Jenny sadly. "I wish it was." She paused. "If my master would take us both," she said somberly, "I'd be happy to go."

  Jenny suddenly looked up at Janet. "Wait a minute," Jenny said excitedly. "Janet, I have an idea, a great idea, the best I've ever had."

  Janet was skeptical. "OK, what?"

  "What would you do to get your freedom?" asked Jenny.

  "Shit, I'd do just about anything," answered Janet.

  "Would you promise to be one man's mistress?"

  "Hell, yes. I'd give up screwing ten guys a day in exchange for screwing one. Besides, I'd have that one guy worn out in a week."

  "Well, maybe not the guy I'm thinking of," said Jenny. "On the other hand, you'd have some help – from me."

  "Don't tell me," said Janet. "The one guy is your master."

  "Yes!" said Jenny enthusiastically. "How could my master refuse us? In return for getting us out of here, we promise to live with him and screw his brains out."

  "I'm willing," said Janet. "But I think you're missing something. Your master is in love with you, otherwise he wouldn't offer to take you away. He doesn't want us, he wants you."

  "He can have me. Well, maybe not all the time. I mean, I'd like to spend some time with you."

  "Yes, and he knows that," said Janet. "To him, it will look like he's getting us out of the country so we can sleep together."

  "Well, didn't you just say that love isn't about holding on to someone? It's about doing what's best for the one you love? If he gets you out with me, he'll be doing what's best for me."

  Janet spoke slowly, emphasizing each word. "I don't think he'll see things that way."

  "If he's in love with me, it may not matter," said Jenny. "If he's in love with me," she repeated thoughtfully. Jenny repeated the line again, so softly that Janet could barely hear it.

  "What did you say, Jenny?"

  "I'm a dunce," said Jenny.

  "What? You're a dunce?"

  "Yes, Janet," said Jenny looking at her lover. "I'm a dunce, the biggest dunce that ever lived." She smiled at Janet. "If I had the sense that the average woman is born with, I would have had us out of here two weeks ago."

  "Houdini couldn't get us out here," said Janet.

  "Houdini was a man," said Jenny scornfully. "We're women," she said sweetly. "And we know what's true about every man, don't we?"

  "Yeah, they like to fuck," said Janet.

  "Yup," said Jenny, very self-assured. "They like to fuck. Or, put another way, they're easy. And among all those easy men, who is the easiest?"

  "A man who thinks you're the best fuck there is," said Janet.

  "Yup," said Jenny again. "If a man is in love with you, you can g
et him to do anything you want. Right?"

  "Well, almost anything," said Janet.

  "But," said Jenny, pointing her finger at Janet, "you've got to know how to handle him. I haven't had much practice handling men since I came here. The only way we're allowed to handle them is to do what they want. I've been doing that so much, I'd almost forgotten that a man can be handled. That's why I'm such a dunce. But," and here she slammed her fist into her palm, "I wasn't born female for nothing. In a few minutes," she said, tilting her head and pursing her lips into a smile, "we're going to find out just how good this female is."

  Oh, brother, said Janet to herself. "If you can get us out of here, you're good, Jenny, damn good."

  They only had to wait a few minutes for Maurice to return. Jenny sat near the spot where her master usually put the chair.

  Maurice cleared his throat. "Have you decided on something?" he asked tentatively.

  "Yes, master," said Jenny. "I'd like to go with you..."

  Maurice interrupted. "That's great Jenny, just great."

  "Well," said Jenny, standing up and turning her back to her master, "I'd like to go with you, master, but," and here Jenny paused on purpose.

  "But what, Jenny?" asked Maurice, unable to hide his concern.

  "I'm," she paused, "I'm a little worried, master. I mean about you."

  "Why?" said Maurice coming up behind her.

  "Well," said Jenny turning to him, "you've never had a girlfriend before, master." She ran her finger up and down the front of his shirt. "I mean, the only women you've had have been slaves. Am I right?"

  "Yes," said Maurice, "but that's not a problem. You're the one I want."

  "I know, master," said Jenny, "but don't you think it will be difficult to suddenly go from having slaves to having a girlfriend?"

  "No, not at all. It will be the best thing for me."

  "I don't think it will be that easy, master," said Jenny turning away from him again. "But I can help you make the transition. That is," she sighed, "if you'll let me help you."

  "Jenny, you're all the help I need," said Maurice with feeling.

  "Very well, master," she said, taking this as an acceptance of her offer to help. "This is what I think. You haven't been in a normal situation where you have to try to win a woman who isn't a slave. And more important, you haven't had women chasing you. I mean, a tall, handsome man like you would probably have lots of women chasing him if he was available."

  "But Jenny, I'm not available."

  "Well, master, you've never been available, so you don't really know how you'll react if a woman decides to chase you. Neither do I. But if we're going to live together, and be comfortable with each other, we both have to know what will happen if another woman comes along."

  "I promise, Jenny, I love you. You're the only one I want."

  "But master, don't you think it would be wise to find out for sure? I mean, you probably have some doubts." She turned to face him again. "And don't you want to make me feel comfortable with you?" she asked as sweetly as she could.

  Maurice had never been constrained by such a question before. He felt like he should loosen his collar, even though he was wearing an open-neck shirt.

  "Well," he said clearing his throat, "yes, of course." Then he recovered. "But, we can't hire a woman to throw herself at me just to see how I'll react."

  "No, master," said Jenny, as though she were shocked by the suggestion. "I wouldn't dream of using a woman like that. I was thinking more of a situation where you would have a choice between me and another woman in a truly free setting. Would you try something like that?"

  "Wouldn't be a problem for me," said Maurice confidently. "You win, hands down."

  "You're sure, master?" asked Jenny.

  "Absolutely," answered Maurice, straightening himself to his full height.

  "Then I'll be happy to go with you on one condition, master."

  "What's that?" asked Maurice.

  "Let Janet come with us, master."

  Maurice backed away from Jenny. "What's that going to accomplish?"

  "She's very beautiful, master. If she was living with us, she'd be there, not necessarily available, but tempting. It would give you a chance to find out just how much you love me. If it's me you want, having Janet around won't be a problem."

  Janet had become increasingly uneasy as she listened to Jenny's appeal. She thought Jenny's best approach was to promise undying devotion as long as her master agreed to take the two of them away with him. Jenny, though, hadn't considered lying, even for something as important as her freedom.

  Maurice recognized Jenny's real motive for freeing Janet. He tried to persuade Jenny alone to go with him. "It will be risky enough getting you out of here," he said. "Trying to get two slaves out would be foolhardy. We'd be recognized and caught in no time."

  "But, master," said Jenny, "I know you can find a way."

  "Naked women are not as inconspicuous as you might think, Jenny, even in a car."

  "Then get us some clothes, master," answered Jenny.

  "No, Jenny, it's much too dangerous. If we're caught, you'll end up spending twenty years here, and I'll be in jail for just as long."

  "Please, master," Jenny pleaded. She got on her knees and put her arms around Maurice's legs. "Please. I'm sure you'll be able think of a good plan."

  Seeing that Jenny would not go without Janet, and aware that Jenny wanted Janet and not him, Maurice reluctantly gave up.

  "No, Jenny. I'm willing to try to get you out of DiMarcos, but not you and Janet. That's my offer. Take it or leave it."

  Jenny tried one last appeal. "If you can only take one of us, master, take Janet."

  Maurice, as Jenny had hoped, was impressed by her affection for Janet but not so much that he was willing to get both slaves out of DiMarcos.

  "No," he said again. "I will take you. That's final."

  Jenny slumped back into a sitting position.

  "I can't go without Janet, master," she said quietly.

  "I'd think about it again if I were you. If you choose to stay, I'll expect you and your lover to entertain your customers. If you refuse, I will punish you. Do you understand?"

  "Yes, master," mumbled Jenny.

  "I'll give you one more reprieve, but only one. I'll be back before dinner." He left.

  A few minutes later, an escort took the slaves to lunch. When they were back in Jenny's room, Janet renewed her appeal to Jenny.

  "Please, Jenny, you absolutely have to go with him."

  "But I don't want to be with him, and I don't want to be free without you. Oh gawd, how is it possible that I'm in this situation?"

  Janet continued to plead, but got nowhere. Jenny, holding out to the end, hoped that her master was too fond of her to punish her. The two slaves spent a few anxious hours waiting for Maurice to return. He came back a little before dinner.

  "This is your last chance," he said. "Will you go with me?"

  "If you take us both, master, yes," said Jenny.

  "That's not an option," said Maurice. "Will you go with me alone?"

  "No, master, I can't," said Jenny, stifling a sob.

  "Then you're choosing to stay." He went out, brought in the chair, and sat down. "If you two are going to work together, you must entertain your customers. I want you to make love to each other."

  Jenny didn't move.

  "You heard me slave," Maurice said to Jenny.

  Jenny still didn't move.

  "I will punish you if you don't obey," said Maurice.

  Jenny bent over and began crying. "I can't master, I just can't."

  Maurice hesitated. Having failed to win Jenny over, the only advantage that he still had was his position. Knowing that his authority would be destroyed if he failed to make good on his threat, and hoping still that Jenny would give in, he passed sentence on his slave.

  "For disobeying me, you will be whipped. Twenty lashes." He fetched a fastener, leashed Jenny, who began crying in earnest, and le
d her out of room six. He tethered her to one of the posts outside the little dungeon reserved for whippings and fastened her wrists in front of her.

  "I'll be back," he said menacingly. Maurice then went to the escort's office. It was part of the escorts' job to secure a slave to the whipping post before she was punished and then take her down afterward. Maurice instructed the escorts to take all the slaves, save Jenny, to the restaurant and then secure Jenny to the post.

  It was several minutes before dinner was served that Janet and the felons were led to the restaurant. As they waited outside, they could see Jenny tethered outside the dungeon. Just as they were filing into the restaurant, the escorts led Jenny into the dungeon.

  What remained of Janet's appetite fled when she saw Jenny tethered outside the dungeon. After she sat down, she picked at her food and did her best to keep from crying.

  Teri, who was sitting across from Janet, was in her usual mood and couldn't resist saying something.

  "So, what did your lover do, Janet?" she asked mockingly.

  Janet neither moved nor spoke for a few seconds. Then, suddenly, her hand shot across the table and grabbed Teri by the hair. Janet pulled Teri toward her with all the force she could muster, then drove Teri's head against the table.

  "One more word, bitch," Janet growled, "and I'll twist your head until your neck snaps."

  Though Teri was yelling and frantically trying to disengage Janet's hand, none of the felons showed any interest in helping her. The felon sitting closest to Janet, next to the empty spot usually occupied by Jenny, slid over next to Janet.

  "Janet," she said, loud enough to be heard over Teri's protests, "let her go. You'll get whipped for sure if they call the escorts."

  Janet gave Teri's head a little twist, then rudely shoved her away. "Like I said, bitch," she said pointing a finger at Teri, "one more word and you're dead meat."