Chapter 5

Fridays.

After over three month in captivity Salma Hayek had begun to dread Fridays.

Oh, sure, the day started out like any other weekday. She would wake with her collar leash/chain locked to the headboard of her owner’s bed. Some morning she would wake to the feeling of his hands groping her, other mornings she awoke to the feeling of her semi-conscious body being fucked. But each day, Jonathan would have his way with her, then run off to school, leaving her to rest for another 8 hours, before he returned home and spent the rest of the day enjoying her magnificent body for a few hours, before going back to bed.

Fridays, Fridays were different. Jonathan would return from school, energized with the knowledge that he would spend the whole weekend using and abusing Salma to his heart’s delight, over and over. This Friday was different, however. A new Spanish Teacher had been frustrating Jonathan (and most of the male student body and staff) with her large breasts, and tight blouses. Jonathan came home rock hard and horny as he had ever been in his life.

Salma stood, wearing nothing but her collar and one of Jonathan’s old dress white shirts, in the new large cage/cell she had graduated to over the months. Jonathan rushed into the lodge, slamming and locking the large heavy door behind him and without a word went straight to Salma’s cell, opened the door and pulled the startled woman out.

He stood there staring at her for a few moments while he seethed in anger and lust. Just as Salma started to ask if anything was wrong, Jonathan reached out with both hands and ripped her shirt wide open, exposing her naked body and 36C tits to his gaze. Quickly, he grabbed her hips, pulled her close to himself, and began sucking and fondling her breasts. Even rougher than usual, Salma was startled by her younger owner’s aggressive treatment of her body, and tried to pull away as he began to bit and nibble on her tender nipples; but the hormone crazed young man would have none of it, as he brought his hand down hard across her ass, again and again, until her struggling stopped. She didn’t really want to resist anyway. She was just surprised by how horny the young man sucking on her tits was.

Still silent, Jonathan shoved Salma down onto her back, on the padded piano bench, before dropping and removing his jeans and straddling the bench. His semi erect penis dangled between his legs, and rubbed softly against her massive tits.

Slowly, Jonathan lowered his body till his cock lay between Salma’s tits, then cupped each tit in his hands and squeezed them together his cock. Pinching her nipples, caused Salma to moan in pain, finally drawing words from her tormentor / Master.