Jessica learns her new name

Jessica lay on the cot she had been bound to with hot tears leaking down her face. She had no idea how long she had been lying there now. She had even stopped thinking about how to create an opportunity to escape. All that mattered to me, beautiful redhead, was finding relief for the ache in her pussy.

"Damn it," she thought as she closed her eyes and tried to ignore her growling need. It did no good, of course; the more she tried to ignore it, the worse it became. "If I could just fucking orgasm, I could focus on trying to get out of here.”

The sudden appearance of four women, each wearing the black leather bikini of the Amazons, startled her. All of them looked imposing with beautiful but stern faces. The two near her head were both dark-haired. The one by her left foot had red hair, cut just below her ears, and the one by her right foot had shoulder-length dark brown hair.

“Let’s get her ready,” one of the dark-haired Amazons said as she began to undo the cuff keeping Jessica’s right hand in place. Jessica’s heart raced as the other three began working on the cuffs near them as well. None of them were taking steps to keep her secure.

“Too used to handling docile slaves? I’ll show you,” Jessica thought, thinking she was getting a chance to escape. As soon as she was free, she kicked at one Amazon and tried to roll off the cot. However, this had been a test, and the Amazons had expected this. One of them grabbed her hair, and another grabbed her by the throat. The two quickly got control of her as the other two grabbed a leash and a pair of leather handcuffs.

“Bad girl!” one of the Amazons said as they forced her face down and held her hands behind her back so they could place the cuffs on her.

“Think Tiffany will be disappointed?” another asked with a slight laugh.

“Are you kidding?” the third laughed back. “Not a chance.”

“Yeah, now she has an excuse to take it out on this one’s ass,” the last one said in an enthusiastic tone that sent chills down Jessica’s spine. “Come on, let’s get her ready like Tiffany instructed in case she was naughty.”

The four Amazons pulled Jessica to her feet. The one holding her leash gave a hard jerk, making her stumble. She would need time to get used to walking in six-inch stilettos without her arms to help her balance. Before she could fall, two of the other Amazons caught and steadied her. They led her out of the outbuilding that served as the slave pen for all but Tiffany’s most favored slaves to the mansion on the private planetoid.

Jessica’s steps were wobbly and unstable. Each time she wobbled, the Amazons laughed. Each outburst of laughter hit Jessica like a punch to the gut and made the once proud UEA agent burn with humiliation. Each time she wobbled just a fraction of an inch too far for their liking, one of the four reached out to steady her.

“Don’t worry your pretty little slave head,” one of the brunettes said in an overly sweet and condescending tone. It had been her turn to catch Jessica when she wobbled too far on still unsteady legs. Soon enough, you’ll find your slave legs.” Jessica breathed in sharply through her nose and let out a quiet whimper that was further muffled by the rubber ball that filled her mouth.

After a walk that would become shorter when she became used to walking in the dangerous heels without the use of her arms, they entered the mansion. Jessica had expected to be greeted by Tiffany. Most likely with Kat and Madelyn kneeling obediently by her side. Instead, she had been greeted by the empty foyer. Ridiculously spacious, opulently decorated, and flooded with light from the glass dome overhead, but empty nonetheless.

The Amazons led her through the foyer and down a long hallway with dark hardwood floors and white walls trimmed in gold. “All of this, paid for by selling women into slavery,” Jessica thought as she followed the Amazon who held her leash down the hall. She felt a tightness in her chest at that realization, and the tightness grew each time one of her stilettoes clicked against the floor.

The Amazon leading her stopped, turned to her right, and opened the door in front of her. When Jessica followed, she saw a staircase leading down. The stairs themselves were made of smooth, polished stone. The surface of each step was both wide and deep. The height between the steps was minuscule, making it a long, gently curving staircase, but one easy to navigate in heels. Soft, pale yellow LEDs built into the ceiling where it met the walls lit their descent. With each step she took, Jessica’s heart hammered harder and harder against her ribs and made her ears throb.

When they finally reached the bottom, Jessica let out a muffled cry of despair. They had arrived in Tiffany’s private dungeon. She looked around. A Saint Andrew’s Cross, stocks, cages, bondage tables, a spanking bench, whips, paddles, canes, floggers, various restraints and gags, devices and implements she had no clue what they were. It was all here. Whether it was from fear or defiance, she wasn’t sure, but when she felt the next tug on the leash, she tried to root her feet to the polished stone floor.

“You’re in enough trouble already,” one of the brunettes said as she pressed on Jessica’s lower back, forcing her to walk forward. They moved closer to the spanking bench. Occasionally, she would try in desperation to root her feet in place again, only to be shoved forward. All too soon, and with expert ease, The Amazons had her bound over the spanking bench. Her knees rested on a narrow padded platform, her waist at the high end of the angled padded platform that was the top of the bondage device. Her wrists were trapped in the soft leather cuffs built into the shorter front legs, and her body was held in place by two wide, thick, and supple leather straps. One going across the backs of her thighs, the other across her lower back.

Jessica breathed rapidly through her nose. She, of course, knew that in this position she was completely defenseless. Her ass was raised and in a prominent position for whatever the four Amazons had in mind. The position also caused her short, white satin skirt to ride up, the cool air of the dungeon on her bare ass and wet pussy, sending shivers up her spine. The four Amazons said nothing as they left the dungeon; the sound of their boots thudding against the steps faded into the distance. Then, the lights went out, leaving Jessica bound and alone in total darkness.

Jessica waited there, bound in place with nothing but the sound of her own breathing and occasional muffled whimper, the feeling of her heart beating, finally slowing back to a normal rhythm, and the dull ache of sexual need created by the nanites to keep her company. She had tried to keep count in her head. Tried to keep some semblance of time, but she had lost count long ago when the ache of need in her pussy caused her hips to begin to move, seeking relief. Being made to wait in the dungeon was merely another form of training. A reminder from Tiffany to her newest slave that she existed to serve, and when not serving her mistress, Jessica would simply wait for Tiffany to have a need for her.

Tiffany let her newest slave stew in total darkness. When the soft lights suddenly filled the large room, Jessica gasped and squinted her eyes as they adjusted to the sudden presence of light. The sound of footsteps echoed from the stairs, drawing ever closer. Just as Jessica’s vision finally adjusted to the light, Tiffany made her way down the last few steps. Both Kat and Madelyn followed close behind.

Jessica’s heart broke again at the sight of the three. Tiffany was still dressed in the black leather bikini and boots favored by the Amazons. Kat and Madelyn were dressed similarly to her. Kat wore a white satin half-bra with red lace trim, a matching short satin skirt, and red open-toed shoes with six-inch stiletto heels. Her arms were behind her back in a red leather single glove, a red leather collar was around her neck, and a red rubber ball gag filled her mouth. Madelyn was dressed similarly, only with the red and white color scheme of Kat’s outfit reversed.

“You know, it’s too bad you decided to be a bad girl and tried to attack my friend and get away,” Tiffany said in a tone full of mock sweetness. “I had hoped to have you brought to me so I could tell you your new name and that would be that, but you had to make it worse for yourself.” She led Kat and Madelyn to a long, narrow cage. She opened the door at the narrow side closest to her before undoing the leash from Kat’s collar, then the short chain that joined Kat’s collar to Madelyn’s. Jessica couldn’t look away, as much as she wanted to, as Tiffany released both Kat and Madelyn from their single gloves, but the pair kept their arms behind their backs. She then loosened the ball gags and removed them from their mouths before hanging them on a nearby hook. Despite the gags being gone, both girls kept their mouths open. “Get in, and entertain yourselves while I punish her.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Kat and Madelyn replied together. Kat lowered herself to her knees, then turned to face Madelyn before going to all fours and crawling backwards into the narrow cage, before carefully rolling onto her back in the cage. As soon as she was in place, Madelyn crawled into the cage and lay down on her stomach, so her face was near Kat’s skirt, and Kat’s face was near hers. The two carefully bunched up the other’s skirt and began lapping and sucking at one another’s pussy.

“Such obedient things, aren’t they?” Tiffany asked as she closed and locked the cage. “No worries, though you’ll get there too. How much you suffer before then is up to you.” Jessica watched as Tiffany made her way over to her and removed her own gag.

“You’ll never get away with this!” Tiffany made a sound of mock sympathy before bending down and kissing the top of Jessica’s head. She walked over to a selection of paddles. She selected one made of a lightly colored wood that was thick, sturdy, and long enough to strike both of her ass cheeks at once. The body of the paddle was only about four inches wide, making it light and easy to wield.

“I already have.” Tiffany made her way back to Jessica and rubbed the paddle over the bound redhead’s ass, letting her know that with each swat, both of the fleshy globes of her ass would feel the painful kiss of the paddle that she had chosen. “Since you decided to make this hard on yourself, I’m going to paddle you until you tell me your new name, and make me believe you want to answer to it. Are you ready to learn your new name?”

“Fuck you! You crazy bitch!”

“Ah, the last gasp of defiance. How I enjoy removing it from a new slave,” Tiffany said as simultaneous moans of pleasure from Kat and Madelyn filled the dungeon like musical notes. “Your new name is,” Tiffany said as she slowly pulled the paddle back from Jessica’s ass. “Pussy Pet.” The paddle crashed against the newly renamed Pussy Pet’s ass with a thunderous crack. The bound redhead sucked in air as if she were desperate to breathe before her scream of agony joined another pair of moans from Kat and Madelyn.

The paddle crashed against her flesh again before Jessica could catch her breath. The pain bloomed hot and sharp, radiating across both cheeks of her ass in equal measure. She bit down on her lower lip, determined not to give Tiffany the satisfaction of another scream.

“Your new name is Pussy Pet,” Tiffany repeated, her voice sickeningly sweet. “And I won’t stop until you say it back to me.”

Jessica clenched her jaw as tears sprang to her eyes. The nanites in her system seemed to respond to the pain, heightening her sensitivity. Her pussy throbbed with a confusing mix of agony and arousal that made her stomach twist.

The third blow landed lower, catching the crease where ass met thigh. Jessica’s body jerked against the restraints, her toes curling painfully in the stiletto heels she’d been forced to wear. The sound of Kat and Madelyn’s pleasure only intensified her humiliation.

“Ready to cooperate yet?” Tiffany asked, trailing her fingers lightly over the heated skin she’d just punished. The contrast between the gentle touch and the burning sting made Jessica shiver.

“Go to hell,” Jessica spat, hating how weak her voice sounded.

Tiffany sighed dramatically. “We’ll see how long that defiance lasts. This paddle is just the beginning of what I have planned for you.”

The fourth strike was harder than the others, and Jessica couldn’t suppress her yelp. The sound of her own pain echoing in the dungeon made her cringe. How had it come to this? She was a trained UEA agent, not some helpless captive to be tormented.

Jessica closed her eyes, trying to center herself, to find that place of calm detachment she’d been trained to access during interrogation. But the throbbing between her legs and the burning of her punished flesh made it impossible to think clearly.

The fifth blow landed on Jessica’s right cheek specifically, making her whole body jerk sideways despite the restraints. “Say your name,” Tiffany demanded, her voice hardening. “Say ‘My name is Pussy Pet.’”

“Never,” Jessica growled through gritted teeth.

The sixth blow was lighter, almost playful in comparison, but it landed on skin already tenderized by previous strikes. Jessica couldn’t hold back her whimper.

Jessica’s vision blurred with tears. The pain was overwhelming, but what terrified her more was how the punishment seemed to be feeding the arousal the nanites created. Her nipples had hardened painfully against the leather of her restraints, and her pussy had grown impossibly wet.

The seventh strike caught her by surprise, landing on her inner thighs rather than her ass. Jessica cried out, her body straining against the restraints. “Say it,” Tiffany whispered. “Say your name.”

The cage across the room creaked as Kat and Madelyn shifted positions, their moans growing louder. Jessica couldn’t tell if they were performing for Tiffany’s benefit or genuinely lost in pleasure.

“You can’t break me,” Jessica said, though her voice wavered.

Tiffany laughed, the sound bouncing off the stone walls. “Oh, my sweet Pussy Pet, you’ve already broken. You just haven’t admitted it yet.”

The eighth strike landed with precision on the same spot as the first, making Jessica see stars. Her resistance was crumbling with each blow, her mind growing foggy with pain and unwanted arousal.

“My name,” Jessica whispered, hating herself even as the words left her mouth, “is... is Pussy Pet.”

Tiffany’s hand caressed Jessica’s hair. “Again. Louder.”

“My name is Pussy Pet,” Jessica repeated, her voice cracking.

“Good girl,” Tiffany purred, her fingers trailing down Jessica’s spine. “But I’m not sure you mean it yet.”

The ninth blow was the hardest yet, landing squarely across both cheeks. Jessica screamed, her voice joining the chorus of moans from the cage.

“My name is Pussy Pet!” she cried out. “My name is Pussy Pet!”

Tiffany set the paddle aside and stepped in front of Jessica, forcing eye contact. “And who am I?”

Jessica’s breath came in ragged gasps. “You’re... you’re my mistress.”

“And what are you?”

“A slave,” Jessica whispered, the word tasting like ash in her mouth. “Your slave.”

Tiffany smiled, satisfaction evident in every line of her face. “That’s right. And what do slaves do?”

Jessica’s mind went blank. She couldn’t think, couldn’t process anything beyond the burning in her ass and the aching need between her legs.

“They obey,” Tiffany supplied helpfully. “They serve. They please their mistress.”

“Yes,” Jessica agreed, desperate to make the punishment stop. “I’ll obey. I’ll serve you.”

Tiffany nodded slowly. “I believe you will.” Tiffany began to stroke Jessica’s hair, something she found oddly soothing. “I don’t want you to forget the name, Jessica.” Tiffany’s tone was now low and soothing. “It’s your goal. Obey me, reward your fellow slaves for their good behavior, and you can earn the name Jessica back should I decide to take a new bottom bitch. Kat did it before you, and Madelyn before her. You want to earn the name, Jessica, again, don’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress.” The words escaped her lips before Pussy Pet even realized she had spoken, and her voice didn’t quite sound like her own.

“There is one more thing you must remember as my bottom bitch. You will only refer to yourself in the third person. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress. Pussy Pet understands.” Jessica’s - Pussy Pet’s shoulders slumped slightly, and she hung her head lower as the last of her former self had been stripped away and dangled on a string in front of her, just out of reach.

What will happen next? Answer in comments.

A) Pussy Pet rewards a slave

B) Madelyn gets private time with Tiffany

C) Kat gets private time with Tiffany

D) Tiffany takes her two favored slaves to Tython, the Amazonian Homeworld