Short Stories : Jenny

Short Stories :  Jenny

It is dark, so dark that she can barely see what is going on around her. The white tiles that underpin your new home are cold. She lost the feeling of time a long time ago. Because time was here no more than a mere physical unit that had nothing to do with their lives.

She couldn't tell how long ago it was when her lamp came on. Days, weeks or even hours. After all, the screams from the neighboring rooms had ceased and made her dungeon silently ghostly. Only the hum of the neon lights in the corridors could be heard through the silence. Jenny is sitting in the last corner and crouched together. In the embryonic position she lies there and sinks into her old life, which here only consists of washed out memories. The tears in her face make her think of her family, her friends and her hard-working home. Nothing more was granted to her. Her life now consisted of this little room and the constant rape of her master who took her there into this hole. The green light above the door flashed at regular intervals, signaling that it was her turn again. She knew that from now on she had 10 minutes to freshen up for the master. This included a shower, a complete shave and an anal shower. The master wanted to find a pure woman with whom he could have fun and live out his pathological sexual fantasies. When her master had visited her for the first time and ordered her to do these things to "get ready" for him, Jenny sat down and hit the shower so hard that the shower stall broke. She screamed and spat at the master and struck him. The master, a stable man who was wearing a mask, left this cold. Only when Jenny had calmed down did he start to attack. With quick steps he bridged the distance between her and himself and grabbed her by the hair and smashed her head so hard against the clad tile wall that she sank to the floor unconscious. When Jenny came to, dazed, the master was sitting in a chair in front of her. She crept slowly up the wall to sit against the wall. Jenny tried to avoid the eyes of the master but this averaged the silence with his words.

"You have 10 minutes to do what I told you not to do, you will be hurt again, as long as you are reasonable."

When he closed the door behind him, Jenny burst into tears, but instead of lying down and feeling sorry for herself, she got up to do what her master had imposed on her. Exactly 10 minutes passed when she came out of the shower and the door to her cell opened. Master stood naked in front of her with an excited member and locked the door behind him and from there the nightmare began.

The memories of the first time were still so vivid in her eyes, but she no longer feels anything. Every time a little bit died in her, so that the fear and disgust she felt at first was more bearable. But today it was different. This morning, when she woke up on the white tiles after another cold, uncomfortable night, she felt something, a feeling that was stronger than any other feeling a person can have. Hatred, deep angry hatred. First she considered taking her own life to annoy Master. But it would not be worth leaving without affecting the masters. But how was she supposed to add the master? There wasn't much in the room and nothing at all that could be used as a real weapon. You look around and that's where the idea came to you. The disposable razor. You could break the blades out with a bit of a fingertip feeling but what did she do with them? Going to Master with these tiny blades would only cause another ordeal to hurt and torture. No, she had to do something that would hurt the pathological sex psychopath forever. And she already knew how to do it.

Jenny had fallen into a twilight state and leaned her head against the tile wall when the green light suddenly came on above her door. She had been waiting for that moment. She jumped up and went into the shower. She quickly shaved, the anal shower made her stay. it wouldn't come to that today anyway. After she had quickly showered and shaved, she started to implement her plan. One of the disposable razors had been so prepared during her hatred that the blades could be easily removed and she did. She took the first blade and slowly pushed it into her vagina. Immediately a purple-red trickle formed between her legs, which sought her way down the drain into the drain. Pain stung her stomach that was so violent that she wanted to start screaming, but she didn't. She no longer felt the following 2 sounds, her body was so full of adrenaline. Jenny got out of the shower. Just as she wrapped her towel around her waist she heard footsteps outside the door, followed by the sound of an unlocking lock. The master stood naked in front of her like that day with an excited member and closed the door. Jenny felt a slight sense of relief knowing that everything else would go this time. She would surrender to him. let him penetrate with lust and tear his mask down to look into his painful face. She laid her back on the cold tiles. The master stood over her like a hunter over his hunted game. He got on his knees and, as usual, stuck his cock very roughly and with a hard jerk into it.

He cried out in pain and wanted to detach himself from Jenny. Jenny, however, clung to him with all her strength and moved her hips further and further until the blood flowed like that. The master tried to push Jenny away from him, but due to the visible pain he was not strong. Jenny bit his ear and continued to move, letting it go as deeply as possible. it felt like an eternity in which she enjoyed the pain that she and the master shared. It could only have been seconds, seconds with an admiring effect on both sides. The master gave Jenny such a strong head-nut that she lost consciousness briefly, which left the master enough time to pull out his mutilated, blood-soaked member. The screams he brought out when he saw what they had done to him were trembling with pain. He reed across the floor in one of the four corners and kept screaming. He held his hand over his limb but that didn't stop the bleeding. The blood flowed over his hands onto the white tiled floor. The attempt to pry open failed. He slipped on the greasy, now more red than white, floor and started. The pain became weaker. The feeling of pain was now replaced by another, slowly creeping feeling. The feeling of fainting. The much blood that ran from his crotch made him weaker. But not only did he suffer from the loss of the red lifeblood. Jenny also felt how everything became easier and more opaque. The Master's whine. The cold of the flow, everything lost its weight as it grew weaker and tired. She stared at the ceiling. In her mind's eye was a film that was shaped by friends. Her family motioned for her to come to them. Even her recently deceased grandfather stood with them and poured her a glass of wine. The children laughed and played on the meadow and called to her. Jenny let go of the last rest of her life to go to them. to family and friends. To where nobody could hurt her anymore.

Author : Luca Scse